What Would You Do if You Were a Fallen Angel?

Lets all imagine, for a bit, that god exists. Better yet, lets make yourself one of his very best angels who sits right there next to him on his throne of glory. Life is perfect and you enjoy your position, crafted as you are out of the fire element and thus shine with a light that is quite brilliant and you bear so well. Things are going swell until, one day, the big man says “Here, Luce, pop into my office for a bit. I want to show you something“. You wonder about the secret project upon which he’s been working as you float in and he says:

“Voila! My latest invention” as he draws back the curtain on a curious little thing made of clay. Immediately the team all start oohing and aahing at this creation but one of the angels is suspicious. He peers within and sees a thing built of dirt, and thus finite, that seems to be designed to live by ingesting death and extracting from it the vital principle. Speaking of which he notices thats missing as this little mud brick with various appendages isn’t moving. The creator looks, with a twinkle, and breathes life into his creation which begins capering. The rest of the angels are beside themselves at this amazing invention as they start applauding and genuflecting as they see the image of the one who made it animating its actions. The shining one is not impressed and refuses to bow his head. Now, the CEO doesn’t take this well as it smells of dysentery among the ranks so he says:

“I’m not taking any of your mess, begone!” and kicks you and a few of your crew from the heavens so you land, with a thump, in this dimension. Fourth to be exact and they may just celebrate that fact by weaving it into the narrative that comes next but lets not get ahead of ourselves as these ones that fell lit up the skies with their vast illumination and thus the local legends writ “Those who came from the stars” in their remembrance as they oohed and aahed at their celestial presence and condensed resonance.

You have to recollect that in the higher realms everything happens in one instance from an earthbound perspective ergo we, in the whole timespace thing, are much like a fish that swims through the water, invisible, that sustains it. That is why they sit in the fourth dimension as they look upon the face of the planet and see these shells that house the same unfinite sentience to which they’re no longer connected nor can they access. What happens next? What would you do if you were a fallen angel that found yourself in these turn of events and, with clipped wings, were stuck up a creek with no paddle and had nothing but time to amuse yourself. Would you plot revenge? Offer those wandering around on the planet some guidance in the hopes of getting back in with a bit of brown nosing or something else? I asked a lot of my friends, well wishers and strangers before I heard this legend:

“Well” he said, leaning back for dramatic effect after he’d listened to a few others share their opinion. “I’d do things a bit a different. I’d start a religion. Plenty of them, actually, and I’d make sure I installed myself at the head and told them all that I was jealous. Of what and whom I wouldn’t mention but that way the terms and conditions would be laid out, off rip, so what came next was entirely up to them. Basically I’d pervert, corrupt, lead astray and do all kinds of wickedness to and through them”. Someone, in the back of the room, questioned:

“What do you mean “through them”? How does that work then?“. He replied:

“Well, thats simple. See, the humans compared to me as a fallen angel with clipped wings and a strong team willing to do my bidding would be akin to setting up an extortion racket on a bunch of school kids to filch their milk money and then we rebrand that as offerings or tithings, if you wish. Think about it, for them it would be totally effortless as they’re far superior in base element, intellect, awareness, wisdom and whatever you wish. Not only this but we sit, ejected and a bit dejected, in the fourth dimension looking down at the humans and thus we can see their lives playing out like a script. Mere worms, from our perspective, and we look like dragons to them because if shoot overhead in their heavens – which is us at the level we sink – they won’t know what hit them as we unfold the old razzle dazzle and thats it. Basically I’d pimp em. Play with em, real slow like, in order to torture that which is divine within as I exacted a glow form of vengeance against the one who got me into this mess”.

“Mate, that sounds really blasphemous. Are you alright in the head? How the hell did you come up with this?” said one as another chipped in. “You’re right, I’m leaving and don’t want to hear any more of this” to which he said:

“Chill, chill. Its a mere thought experiment. After all, wasn’t the question “What would you do if you were a fallen angel?”. You all said your bit as I sat back and listened and this is my perspective. What else you gonna do? Go home and watch TV for a bit? Who do you think runs it if not the same behind the curtain that I posit? After all, we’ve heard the tales and legends of how its filled with corruption and didn’t you, yourself, say the other day about that thing called “Hollywood Accounting” where a movie can make billions and still not turn a profit? Thats what got me thinking about this and besides, this is an exercise in imagination and any links or references to peoples living or dead is pure coincidence” he added, with a wink, before getting back to his thought experiment:

“Right, so. First I’d peep Game. See what the script is and what he intended for these little meat bags that have that connection I so covet. I remember when they were first built I looked all around and within them to find the ghost in the shell as the machinery made little sense but when the big man himself blew that breath of awareness in I was like “This is pretty decent” but bow and scrape to this? Come on man. You know that wouldn’t happen because I’ve got too much self respect. Ain’t that a bish, though? Its like “Dude, you made me like this and then punished me for it?”. Matter of fact thats the same thing I’d flip into “Born into sin” as I convinced the Christians that to stink was holy and germs were their best friends as they were sewn into their clothes for entire seasons and then popped out when ripe. I’d sit there and laugh to myself and this would be one such thing. Basically I’d torture them in as many ways as I could imagine because the only alternative was total boredom and face that sense of disconnection that came with being ejected. Matter of fact, that made me think of something:

What if we could jerry rig some kind of container for souls in the fourth dimension as we started the rites of animal and human sacrifice among them? That would create a huge pool of resources via appropriating their connection and we could use this to create some type of ladder or link up to higher realms in order to extend our range and strike back via conflict”.

“You alright in the head?” said one of the crowd who’d been taking it all in. “Its always the quiet ones you’ve got to watch out for” opined his friend but everyone else was listening with keen intent because what he shared piqued our interest. He went on:

“OK, look, check it:

By now they’re all at each others necks thinking I’m god when I’m really the devil and they believe the craziest things that are beyond question to them as we mess with their connection from the moment they step in by various forms of shock and traumatic events that are designed to cause all types of problems to their wiring. You know, like an extortion racket where the mark doesn’t click the one offering help is the same one who created the problem? Anyway, I’d have them all fighting because the days of ritual sacrifice in my name are dead and now we call it war instead. Its much more efficient but, get this, I’d still have them burn mountains of cows, pigs, sheep and animals because I like that barbecue stench that lifts from their charred flesh. Actually, I’d make sure all the creatures, including humans, are totally miserable and hemmed in from start till end in a huge parasitic tunnel that is designed and implemented by them for their own detriment and my benefit as I drain the very life out of them and they’d be none the wiser because, get this, we could use our position in the fourth dimension to keep them coming back to Earth, again and again.

Obviously this would agitate him so the more he sent the more we’d build huge monuments to their ignorance of whats truly happening as a way of ensuring our message is heard, loud and correct, by the one who dared eject us for not bowing to this creation. After a while he’s sure to get miffed and start sending prophets that would be linked to him with all kinds of special upgrades I’d suspect and we’d just kill, distract or malign them. If any happened to make it through we’d twist their message as well and use it to further the conflicts I mentioned and the best part is everyone who bought in wouldn’t have a clue whats happening and even if someone told them they’d reject it because, get this, we’d burrow into their heads so our minds were theirs and those mere humans are so stupid they’d never be able to tell the difference as they’re so ignorant”. He added with a grin, feeling triumphant.

“How the hell would you do that then?” said the guy sitting next to him who’d been pondering what he said.

“Simple” he replied. “Remember how I said we’d sling a web around the world from the fourth dimension that meant those of the world, not in, would have their signal intercepted at death and sent back for another spin? Well we could use that false resonance in order to put thoughts into their heads. Anyone who questioned it we’d label as insane and further torture them under the guise of medication. Actually, all types of pills and potions would create nothing but problems as they never addressed the true cause and only dealt with symptom management and such things. Basically I’d want to break them down to their very elements from one generation to the next as I kept infiltrating their consciousness, stealing their resources and making life feel as close to hell as it can get whilst still seeming like heaven. If we can take over their flesh, totally, then that would be best but we’d keep that a secret for the elect who’ll do anything to live decent and from these we’d pick the nicest and make wives out of them so we too can enjoy this realm via our own sense of dominion and thus we’d be living gods to them whilst they earned a living and got crumbs. I’d make the world so bad they craved false realms and entertainment and I’d fill these messages with even more corruption so that they’re all spiritually dead as I drain them by the billion as I exact my vengeance against the one who sent me to reign in this hell.

Well, what do you think?” he said as he looked around at the rest. People glanced right and left whilst his friend said:

“Mate, you’re F’d in the head. Thats some totally way out there slickness to just come up with off rip” before someone else interrupted then interjected:

“Thing is though, it makes loads of sense, doesn’t it? Based on what we know the dots fit but the way he’s joined them may not be totally accurate but it still gives you plenty to think about, yeah?”.

Everyone turned to me and said:

“OK, now that el psycho has revealed his true shade, whats the next thought experiment?”.

I paused and considered for a moment then said, with a grin:

“Lets pretend the world he’s just built from the lens of a fallen angel who grips the entire dimension and its denizens in his fist is not just accurate but its where we live. Now. Here. This very moment. You can’t prove any of it but we’re in it, none the less. What do you do next?“.

And this is where you join in. What steps do you take in this hypothetical predicament in order to redress the balance, find liberation or just live like a king by pledging your obedience to the fallen angel in question that convinced the entire realm he’s god herself and now has you trapped in the Matrix of five senses in the third dimension?

Remember, its just a thought experiment but can be quite interesting when it comes to spotting the limits in your head as plenty of people, in the flesh, would get super passionate and start intense arguments about things that were posited in these metaphysical conversations that I’m now sharing an approximation of on the web. Any similarities, recollect?

Till we meet again