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2012-01-01. Reverberations of Violence.
Confessions of a Rebel Angel; The Wisdom of the Watchers and the Destiny of Planet Earth. – Book 1B. Chapter 1. ~by Timothy Wyllie
“Georgia on War, Angelic Arrivals, Early Out-of-Body Travels, and violent Imprints and Survivor Guilt”
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Confessions of a Rebel Angel. Book 1B. Chapter 1. Reverberations of Violence.
Angels don’t have a childhood in any human sense of the word. Certainly we gain degrees of understanding from experience, but, unlike mortals, we are created for our specific tasks and positions in the administration of the Multiverse. It is those roles that we are intended to fulfill faithfully until the end of time. And that can be a very long time indeed! Many passages of our constellation around the galactic center and here we still are, stationary in time, stuck like ants in amber, while we watch these odd mortal creatures, so strangely similar to us and yet rising from the evolution of material beings on all the inhabited planets of the vast Multiverse. From monkeys, no less!
But this world of yours could never be called normal. For reasons beyond my current understanding (I always wish to be completely honest about my limitations with you, dear reader), this is soon to become the most significant planet— politically, that is—on your level of density in this whole Local Universe of ten million inhabited planets. This planetary elevation remains a mystery, and it’s my great hope that it will occur while I am writing this narrative. Now if it comes as a surprise that we have politics in the celestial realms, merely consider that when bureaucrats of any stripe attempt to organize a large territory—be they angels or mortals—sooner or later a bureaucracy takes over.
At that point the organization is run more for the benefit of the governing bodies and their interests. It had taken Lucifer and his revolutionary ideas to bring matters to a head in his Local System by calling into question the whole operation being designed to serve the spiritual growth and ascension of mortal beings. That the Creator would place a fragment of Himself into these creatures who are so low in the great chain of intelligent life in the Multiverse, and yet appear to have the choice to be raised to the very pinnacle of divine consciousness, remains one of those imponderable mysteries to all angels.
Let me add here that I use “revolution” and “rebellion” interchangeably, as both words tell of the same event, and yet there is a subtle but important semantic difference for the protagonists. An administration will call an uprising a rebellion and claim their opposition are rebelling against their authority, whereas those inciting an uprising will call themselves revolutionaries and their uprising a revolution. If I do favor one term over the other it’s generally pertinent to the point of view from which I’m describing the event. Thus, here I choose to use the term rebellion, because it was one of the most devastating events to have occurred within the angelic realm in recent times, and it will turn up again and again as this story proceeds. The rebellion profoundly unhinged life on this planet and the other thirty-six worlds that fell under its influence. Not only did humans, on the whole, become progressively more estranged from their angelic counselors and guides, but a deep suspicion of all matters celestial was created in the world mind of each of the dissenting planets.
The trouble is that we angels aren’t really equipped emotionally to deal with the defection of our superiors. Impossible doubts filled our minds as we struggled to make peace with all the new choices we were facing. Multiverse history was little help to us, because the couple of earlier rebellions that had occurred in this Local Universe were barely talked about, let alone widely taught in the Melchizedek universities. The ruling bureaucracy had every reason to move on from all that trouble in such a distant past. What the Multiverse Administration (M A) didn’t realize at the time, although it’s so much clearer now, is that there had to be some sort of complicity on the highest levels, far above Lucifer and Satan’s heads, for a revolution to have occurred at all.
The subsequent explanations by agents of M A concerning the eventual defection of so many Planetary Princes and System Sovereigns generally speak of their pride and envy and reject their calls for greater freedoms as irresponsible hedonism. M A also teaches about the risks involved at this late stage of Multiverse density, when the high beings who get posted to these far-flung star systems have to be created in such a way that they have a deep level of empathy and understanding for their mortal wards. The density of matter is mirrored by the density of the emotional bodies needed to cope with the often extremely polarized levels of emotion on these planets.
This can be a dangerous level of empathy, which can easily slip into sympathy, or so M A will tell you, but deemed necessary if the angels are to have any real feeling for how life is lived in the third-density planets they administer. This isn’t the moment to go into a detailed deconstruction of the event that was to so thoroughly influence mortal life on the thirty-seven planets affected by Lucifer’s revolution, but you’ll probably be able to detect where my feelings reside. Mind you, this is no apologia for Lucifer or Satan or any of us dissenters. We made our choices, and we’ve had to live with them. Besides, we haven’t yet seen the full flowering of the revolution. Of course the initial phases might have been handled in a less troublesome way. But, then again, could they have?
There is a strange inevitability to major Multiverse upheavals. They have their own rhythms and reasons that are beyond the understanding of many of even the highest angels. I’ve come to my own opinion, which I shall examine over the course of this narrative. It’s a radical concept, and I want to see if it is borne out over the course of my exploration. Could it really have been that the revolution was allowed to occur, or was even sanctioned, by levels far beyond the reach of lowly Watchers like myself? Whether or not this turns out to be more substantial than one Watcher’s opinion, the thought itself has brought me a modicum of comfort. There are other compensations, too, which will become more obvious as my story unfolds.
Angels are not educated in the same way as mortal beings. Because we are created for our functions, we are also created with the instinctive knowledge of how to accomplish those functions. Although it may seem odd to you reading this, we angels have not traditionally sought to increase our knowledge. Certainly we attend the great academies in the Multiverse, but these are more for training than education. We are expected to know our jobs. What the academies give us is the chance to practice these functions in all manner of situations that are likely to occur in the course of our duties in farflung worlds. You could think of it as simulations and games theory.
Thus, when we do eventually take up the positions for which we have been created, we are regarded as being exquisitely trained. Never has this proved to be more important than on this unfortunate planet, as I will try to demonstrate in the telling of this story. Not having access to the mind of Mein Host—did I forget to mention that we can only look into a normal mortal’s mind when requested, and my ward had no idea of my existence, or my interest in him, until far later in his life?—I was only able to imagine what he was thinking by observing his actions and his emotional state at that point.
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The following is an excerpt from the Timothy Wyllie’s book series on rebel angels, specifically an account as described by the angel referred to as ,’Georgia”.
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