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REB-1B.13 Confessions: The God of This World®


2012-01-01. The God of This World.

“Confessions of a Rebel Angel; The Wisdom of the Watchers and the Destiny of Planet Earth.”. – Book 1B. Chapter  13. ~ by Timothy Wyllie

“Lucid Dreaming with ET’s, Angelic Protection, Invention of Money, Silk Road, and Enter the Banksters”



Confessions of a Rebel Angel. Book 1B. Chapter  13. The God of This World.

I’d become so disenchanted with Caligastia and his midwayers that I applied for permission to spend more time on Zandana rather than on Earth. I’d given some serious thought to turning myself over to M A, but ultimately I realized that they’d just relocate me somewhere else. Beneath all my concerns I found I was still too deeply interested in watching how matters were going to evolve in Lucifer’s domain. Taking that into account, I was relieved to receive my new orders, allowing me to stay on Zandana for an unlimited period, on condition that I return to Earth when I’m recalled. By the time I returned to Zandana, the various race wars—mere skirmishes compared to the massive genocides I’d witnessed on Earth— had largely subsided on the islands. On some continents the assimilation was sufficiently advanced that the different races were cooperating and socializing easily together. So I decided to join a group of angels whose responsibilities lay in nurturing what was starting to become a promising young civilization on one of the isolated southern continents. As time passed, this southern island had pulled ahead of its neighbors. Of all the continents it was the best suited to agriculture.

High, dormant volcanoes dominated the center of the island, catching the rain and spilling it down to the fertile lowlands. Waterfalls half a mile high poured down precipitous escarpments to the wooded slopes below. The climate was temperate, and the well-irrigated fields, arranged in velvet-green terraces, were already producing a wide variety of crops. The Prince had chosen this island for its beauty when originally deciding where to site their city. Because the transition on Zandana was so much smoother than Caligastia’s takeover on Earth, and the ambitions of Zandana’s Prince so far more modest, their city was not destroyed and continued to develop as the center of power during the island’s rise to prominence. By this visit I saw that the taboo on boatbuilding had largely broken down, except on the two or three islands with the most primitive of Zandana’s natives, who continued to fish only in the rivers and lakes in their tiny coracles.

As the boats grew in size, this allowed for some simple trading between the more advanced islands, yet soon enough came the conflicts, as half a dozen of them constantly maneuvered for dominance. Once a wise ruler on the southern island made the decision to withdraw from the competitive fray and adopt a purely defensive position, the culture started blossoming. The ideal topography of the island continent enabled it to be self-sufficient, its moderate climate allowed for long and bountiful growing seasons, and the general docility of the natives permitted a steady, if slow, rate of technological progress. While people living on the other islands fought among themselves, those making the southern continent their home began establishing social relationships based on values other than power. This did not include the leadership or the ruling families, who had struggled among themselves for ultimate power for centuries: dictators followed tyrants followed emperors, followed kings, with every transition bringing with it a certain amount of danger and chaos.

These periods of tension often had the unexpected consequence of producing a brief flowering in the arts, especially the theater. Because the indigenous population was essentially peace-loving by nature, humor was becoming the primary way for them to express whatever opposition they felt toward their rulers. Language had always been a challenge on Zandana. The Prince and his staff’s arrival had spread a standard language, together with the skills of reading and writing, throughout all eleven continents. But, with the coming of the rebellion, and the exile of the few staff who remained loyal to M A to another island on the other side of their world, the unified language soon dissolved on the other continents when the Prince and his midwayers retreated back to their island kingdom. What little trading there was between the islands, which had just started to occur at the time of the uprising, soon ceased, and with M A’s recall of their loyalist staff, all the islands soon reverted back to more primitive ways.

As Zandana’s Prince aligned himself and his planet with Lucifer’s cause, he also believed in accelerating the natural evolutionary processes that M A’s planetary administrators had so adamantly resisted. We all did. That was one of the chief unifying factors among the thirty-seven Princes who seceded from M A’s grip. And it certainly convinced me! Progress in all the worlds in the System had been painfully slow before the rebellion, and there seemed no good reason for that. I know that we who aligned ourselves with Lucifer were all subsequently accused of pride—of thinking we knew better than M A’s standard practices, of being duped by a false doctrine. We were generally dismissed and snubbed by Lucifer’s replacement, Lanaforge and his new central government, but I still insist that we were the ones actually working the surface of the planet. They didn’t know, or didn’t take seriously enough, the constant buildup of frustrations we were facing on Earth, as it must have been on Zandana as well.

Caligastia used to maintain that he’d constantly reported the exasperating state of affairs on Earth in the centuries prior to the rebellion but was getting no response whatsoever. M A was ignoring him, or her bureaucrats had simply lost his reports behind a filing cabinet, as he used to say with a sarcastic tone. There had been no love lost between Caligastia and M A for some time before everything collapsed at the time of the rebellion. Which, of course, made him all the more supportive of Lucifer’s proclamations. Zandana’s Prince was of the same Order of Sonship as Caligastia and had undergone the same selection process, being chosen out of many tens of thousands of 44 volunteers for their posts. They had both undergone the same rigorous training programs and simulations as all the other active Planetary Princes. Yet there were surprising personality differences between the two, as much as anything brought about by having to deal with the contrasting quality of the indigenous natives on the two planets.

I think it went deeper than that. Looking back I feel there was always something slightly odd, slightly undeveloped, about Caligastia, but then again I might well be resorting to the wisdom of hindsight. No one, least of all me, ever commented on it at the time. I believe I have already mentioned our surprise that Caligastia was among those picked—he had seemed a most unusual choice at the time. He was known to be extremely self-confident and was often the one to challenge the Melchizedek Brothers in the premission seminars. He was popular among the other Princes and generally respected for his boldness, even if I overheard a few of his colleagues speaking somewhat skeptically about him behind his back. They thought his “arrogance,” as they expressed it, covered up a much deeper insecurity, although it’s hard to know what that might have been, or that such an exquisite being would harbor such “deep insecurities.” However, I was left with a curious thought: given M A’s reputation for efficiency, how was it that all the main contenders—Lucifer, Satan, Caligastia, and his assistant Daligastia—were described in the records as being brilliant and wise administrators, but more important, as being exceptionally individualistic?

Even before the mission, back on M A’s System Headquarters Planet, this was being commented on by some of the other Princes who had not yet been assigned a planet. And, although I wouldn’t have been able to conceive of a rebellion at the time, it was in retrospect the first sign I missed that Earth was being prepared for something out of the ordinary. Like the rest of us, I was a player. I was fully involved in the cosmic drama I found myself in the middle of and threw myself into it wholeheartedly. Doing this was the only way I was going to learn—I knew that. Only now, as I weave all the many disparate threads together, am I able to appreciate the awful inevitability of Lucifer’s rebellion and its subsequent impact on the seceding thirty-seven worlds.

The millennia passed. Ice ages came and went as the human species was being scattered this way and that by climatic conditions, populations expanding and contracting as wars, famines, and the natural disasters to which humankind is subject raged on. Whenever I visited Earth over the centuries, it seemed to me that nothing much was happening. Or, rather, the same thing was happening over and over again. Granted, the progress we were making before the rebellion was tediously slow, but at least we were inching forward. Now it looked as if everything was going around in circles. Compared to life on Zandana, whose steady development was starting to become evident in the growing sophistication of its political systems, Earth was a backwater: one of the more unfortunate examples of the consequences of an angelic rebellion. Perhaps one event drawn from that long, dark era will serve to illustrate this tiresome pattern, which I’m sure will be all too recognizable to any student of history.

This particular tragedy started, as so many have, in the surge of optimism that sweeps periodically through large groups of people. The wave generally begins by being focused on one individual, or sometimes on a small group who have a concept that unifies people. In most cases this impulse tends to be reactive and manifests as a revolution against the status quo of the moment; rarely do these events draw from the deeper currents of goodness and creativity that run through human nature. In this case Van became the central figure. Van, you’ll remember, was the staff member who remained loyal to M A and who elected to stay on the planet long after his thirty-nine colleagues had been lifted off. We last encountered him setting up camp in the foothills on the Indian border with the intention of spreading south and east to avoid Caligastia’s primary sphere of influence in the Middle East. Over the subsequent centuries, the two groups started a slow process of internal consolidation, each in its own manner.

Caligastia’s dominion spread west, including much of Africa and then north into Europe and Russia when the ice permitted. Because he had the vast majority of the midwayers under his sway, he made use of them as a shepherd might work his sheep. Using tribal sorcerers, magicians, and priests as his mouthpieces, he evoked intense emotions in their followers, terrifying some, inspiring others, while sending still others into paroxysms of ecstatic self-mutilation. By manipulating human religious emotions on the one hand, and encouraging technological innovation on the other, he promoted a state of constant tension between the various tribes and groups under his dominion. Within 350 years, a single autocratic empire emerged out of all the fighting in the Prince’s domain. Caligastia and his rebel midwayers were then finally free to accelerate the rate of their technological development, unimpeded by any moral constraints contradicting their own self-interest. Gold had been found on the surface of the great Nubian Desert by the early tribes, who had used the glittering metal for the crudest of personal ornamentation.

The natives knew nothing about gold’s low melting point and simply pressed the tiny pieces of the metal they’d picked up into damp clay. All that changed, however, when the more advanced tribes swept down from the north, bringing their metallurgical skills along with the wizardry of their midwayer inspired sorcerers. As Caligastia’s empire expanded down through Egypt, south to Somalia and Ethiopia, and on along the eastern coast of Africa, some of his followers moved inland to settle around the Great Lakes. Shallow mines close to the southernmost lake, and then farther south down the Rift Valley, were producing gold, tin, and silver in far larger quantities than 45 previously available. As this fairly loose-knit empire broadened its influence, the simple barter of goods became more and more impractical as the distances increased. Units of currency—money, that is—not seen since the times of the city, reappeared, but with two major differences. Back in the days of the city, the units of currency were carefully crafted clay tablets of different value, which were issued interest-free by the central committee for labor and materials.

Because there was no interest incurred on the initial issuance of the money, the accumulation of wealth on money lent at interest never became an issue. If people needed money to exchange for goods, they simply applied to the central committee, demonstrated what they needed it for, and were freely given the sum required. There was no need to cheat or steal, as money was readily available for all needs. Caligastia, however, made sure the currency in his empire was cast from the precious metals under his control and issued not by a central agency but by the various ambitious and acquisitive individuals who invariably come to the fore in any human community. In this way he satisfied some essential requirements of his management style: by maintaining ultimate control of his kings and satraps through the skillful distribution of favors in the form of gold, he was assured of intense competition, as greed and corruption were bound to surface among the various puppet kingdoms.

By encouraging interest on loans, he created a wealthy subclass of people who might be fairly called the original “bankers.” And perhaps most significantly for the modern mind, he forced the flow of money into predictable cycles of boom and bust, generating enormous wealth for a ruling elite while forcing the general population to remain in servitude, or slavery. Throughout this period a number of significant events occurred that established the way human beings conduct their social, economic, and political lives and that remain recognizable to this day. The unholy alliance of warrior-kings, the sorcery of priests, the mining and maintenance of precious metals and stones, and the institution of slavery—all these and more coalesced to form a system of social control that has persisted, in one form or another, in almost every human culture throughout history. These social and economic arrangements are sometimes cruel and always self-serving, enabling the elite to grow richer and more powerful over the many generations.

Most often, the cabals are hidden, camouflaged beneath the busyness of everyday life. Yet these elements have become so intimately intertwined, and so deeply embedded in human affairs, that it would be naive to imagine history without such a persistent conspiracy. The final act of this endless global drama is found today in the complicity between the military-industrial complex, the religious-educational institutions, and the corporate-banking-governmental interests. The various scandals that have emerged in recent times—the cynical military cost-overruns, the dishonesty and greed of the banking industry, the accumulation of wealth through political exploitation, police brutality, child sexual molestation by priests and educators—all these scandals have helped expose the extent to which the modern world has remained trapped in the web Prince Caligastia spun so many millennia ago. Because this unfortunate situation is also an incipient possibility in any world at this level of density, it shouldn’t be altogether surprising that it has formed such a tenacious matrix around which all dominant cultures on this planet have historically assembled themselves.

The impact of the angelic rebellion, and the choices instigated by Caligastia and the rebels, made it almost inevitable that the ideals of the original mission would fracture with the growing ambitions of individual midwayers operating with a free hand. Of course, certain groups of humans were always going to be particularly susceptible to Caligastia’s intrigues. These people would inevitably become embroiled in one of the rebel midwayers’ occult machinations, or, because they were greedy and ambitious enough in their own right, they would manipulate and get the better of their fellows. In those early days, like now, there was a wide disparity in the level and quality of the consciousness of the humans on the planet. This is echoed dimly, and not altogether accurately, in the startling gap you observe for yourselves between the rich and poor in virtually all contemporary human societies.

And just as each individual human being can be said to be ascending or descending a ladder between the extremes of cosmic consciousness at one end, and sleep and death at the other, so it is for groups, nations, and, ultimately, entire worlds. Human consciousness, in the individuated form you experience it, was still in its infancy at those early stages. It was more collective than individuated and somewhat similar to a large crowd at a sporting event. While the crowd comprises individuals, during the game itself many identical thoughts and feelings will sweep through the spectators, rendering them effectively of one mind. After the game they will return to the mental isolation of their individuated consciousnesses. Not so, for humans of those distant ages. They tended to be lodged more fully in the collective consciousness. Clearly their sense of the collective was of a far smaller and more manageable unit than for whatever passes as the collective in your global culture.

The herding instinct has never been far from the surface in your species, and your distant forebears were even more tractable in following the most powerful influence because their psychic boundaries were far less defined. Humans have always been extremely susceptible to suggestion in this state of psychic openness, as the Nazi party’s Nuremberg rallies so forcefully demonstrated. And these were modern, cultured, and sophisticated twentieth-century Germans! Early humans, fearful and unsure of themselves in an uncertain and hostile world, were all the more vulnerable to the demands of their gods, their midwayer overseers, and the wizard behind the curtain, the self-appointed divine leader, Prince Caligastia. 46 Van, on the other hand, as you might imagine, was taking a different approach with the growing numbers who were following his teachings. When the staff was back in the city before the uprising, it was the spiritual aspect of the staff ’s mission to bring the knowledge of God the Father to this world. Van continued this tradition as he moved around, setting up small settlements throughout the East.

By steadfastly refusing to employ Caligastia’s manipulative tactics, by ensuring that his midwayers resisted the temptation to interfere with human beings for their own purposes, by insisting that no midwayer pose as a god or a goddess, and by being a true and faithful friend and a fine leader, Van slowly built a closely knit but far more spiritually unified realm than Caligastia’s eternally fractious Northwestern Empire. As Van’s far-flung settlements started trading with each other, often using what was to become known as the “Silk Road” a thousand centuries later, their worship of the one God, albeit in slightly different forms, tended to bind them together. It was fortuitous, too, that the indigenous races in the Eastern regions were found to have a natural affinity to the collective mind. This allowed Van to mold a remarkably harmonious civilization, stretching from the Iranian border, throughout much of India, on to China, and up into Mongolia, dependent (as always) on the movement of the ice.

The fandors by this time had formed a deep bond of trust and friendship with Van and with Amadon, whom the birds appeared to revere almost as much as they adored Onya. In fact, it was the young woman’s sad fate that discouraged Amadon and the others from riding on a fandor’s back, as it also introduced a certain degree of reasonable caution around the enormous birds. Many centuries would pass before either species regained their confidence enough to fly together again. Nevertheless, the few fandors who had chosen to accompany Van’s exile proved invaluable as his territories expanded. They were not only able to fly ahead on scouting missions, but unlike the midwayer scouts, they were also able to carry physical objects between the far-flung settlements. At this time I never saw a single fandor operating within Caligastia’s domain. They continued to be a valued asset to Van’s ultimate expansion into Lemuria, before the last of the fandors had served her purpose and that noble species disappeared back into the life-stream. Van attempted to continue much of what had been taught back in Dalamatia, but it became a far slower and more frustrating affair now that they had to approach the tribes directly, as they came across them in their travels. Gone was the time when the staff could telepathically call the best and brightest into the city for an advanced education before sending them back to their tribes.

This had always proved to be the best and most effective way of gradually raising both the standard of living and the level of consciousness of the natives. Now progress became even more gradual and far more dangerous. Yet, as Van lived on over tens of thousands of years, it was inevitable that myths and legends would grow up around him. Although he was careful to try to avoid visiting the same settlements more than once within the lifetime of its oldest inhabitant, and did his best to attempt to prevent a personality cult from developing around him, given the naturally worshipful nature of humans, that was bound to happen. In some ways this helped his cause over the first few millennia, but I assume he must have realized that his continuing presence would ultimately become a distraction from his fundamental teaching about the Unseen God.

As a consequence, Van withdrew to a large teaching monastery he had established in the foothills of the Himalayas. Regardless, the myth of a man who lived forever kept circulating through the centuries, to plant the concept of personal immortality firmly within the prevalent belief systems. It also launched the quest for eternal life, which has so preoccupied the Eastern imagination. Both Van and Caligastia used certain of their midwayers as espionage agents to spy on one another’s progress. I was able to observe them lurking around in subspace without their being aware of my presence, yet I don’t believe much of interest emerged for all their sly poking around. The two constituencies and the way they were organized were so wildly different that there was little they could offer one another—or usefully steal from the other. All that would come later. One of the most basic differences, and one that would end up influencing humanity’s relationship with money and commerce to the present day, was how the two groups handled their finances.

Van had emulated the city’s approach by having his central authority issue small clay tablets of different denominations that could then be used in transactions between the many far-flung tribes in his domain. Whether or not the ready availability of gold influenced Caligastia’s decision, he implemented an entirely different system. Because his overall strategy appears to have been one of divide and conquer, it should be no surprise that he encouraged all the kings and warlords under his control to mint their own coinage, and to do it using nothing but gold. They would have to dig up that gold, if they were fortunate to have the metal within their regions, or acquire it through trading or theft if they didn’t. But they could never be allowed to forget that it was Caligastia’s gold. Unlike many a human tyrant, Caligastia had no interest in procuring a fortune for himself, because he had no material presence: on the contrary, his obsession appeared to be more focused on power, control, and manipulation for his own amusement.

At least that’s how it had turned out by this point—whether he ever started off with more altruistic motives is clearly arguable. I believe his motive for setting up this monetary arrangement could only have been to further his control over the levers of power. Here’s how I observed his scheme working itself out within Caligastia’s vast territories. Gold had started to be mined once the small amount of the metal that had been washed to the surface in the Nubian Desert had all been collected. Predictably, the three warlords in whose regions gold was starting to be mined soon grew 47 immensely wealthy as gold replaced barter as legal tender. They accumulated this wealth because they’d mined the gold at minimal cost to themselves and then exchanged it for goods of considerable intrinsic value. A number of consequences sprang directly from Caligastia’s decision to link the concept of money with gold, and I find it hard to believe that the Prince could not have anticipated these consequences.

As I’ve come to believe, it was yet another of his acts of deliberate provocation, designed to engender conflict and to promote greed and avarice—because that is precisely what happened, and I might add, continues to happen. The first, and perhaps most poisonous, result was the creation of a subclass of people who actually handled the gold on a day-to-day basis. As I’ve previously suggested, you can think of them as the early bullion brokers and bankers. These bankers were invariably drawn from the ruling elites and were carefully primed for their functions by Caligastia in the dreamworld. Mining gold was, and still is, a wretchedly hard and filthy business requiring enormous numbers of people in backbreaking work. Both the tunneling and the separation of gold from the rock matrix was exhausting and dangerous labor—a job for slaves. Ever since humans first gathered in tribes and fought each other, slaves had always been taken by the victors in war. Although doubtless unpleasant for the individual slaves when they were captured and put to work, there were never very many of them in any given kingdom. In fact, over the centuries, with a the inevitable sexual attraction between men and women, slaves often served to broaden the gene pool of the tribe. This all changed when gold mining started with a vengeance in southern Egypt.

No longer was the metal being used simply for decorative purposes, but, with Caligastia’s prodding to use gold as a unit of currency, suddenly the metal itself had value. And when an arbitrary value is placed on something intrinsically valueless, it opens up a Pandora’s box of potential wickedness. Follow me here: it’s probably elementary economics, and yet I have the sense from observing people that it may be as carefully masked from general understanding now as it was then. Bartering goods has a way of establishing value. One sheep might have the value of ten chickens, a cow might be exchanged for two sheep.

In that case, twenty chickens would be regarded as a fair exchange for one cow. On the whole it’s a fair system, which doesn’t encourage avarice or greed, but it is of necessity very local. Thus, there’s a need for a medium of exchange in which everyone agrees on value. A clay medallion of any denomination has no inherent value beyond what it can be exchanged for in goods of the same value. Introduce gold into the mix as the coinage, give it an arbitrary value, and another layer of financial skullduggery opens up. Gold could now be traded as if it had an inherent value, a value that could be raised or lowered by manipulating demand and scarcity. And this is where the bankers came into the picture. These favored individuals financed and ran the mines. They used their considerable influence to foment wars for the primary purpose of collecting slaves on a massive scale to work and die in the mines. Because of their ability to raise or lower the value of the currency, they became immensely wealthy.

A few of the wiser warlords in the mining regions sought to claim the gold for themselves, but they were soon outwitted by bankers in other regions who conspired to force the value of gold down to a point at which it was virtually worthless. This small group of bankers were now poised to lend gold at interest, and to be repaid in gold, thus adding to their treasuries. All this lending with interest prompted a need for ever more gold, which required more and more slaves to mine it, which in turn made almost constant warfare a necessity. The metal was now being found and mined in deposits that were being discovered the farther they ventured up the Nile’s many tributaries. Soon the mines were operating twenty-four hours a day, slaves were dying by the thousands, and the growing gap between rich and poor established a pattern that has profoundly distorted all subsequent cultures. There was no trading between Caligastia and Van’s territories for many centuries—just the opposite.

Although they engaged in no out and out warfare, skirmishes frequently broke out where the two territories bordered each other around the western coast of the Caspian Sea. The deep hatred Caligastia held for the loyalist Van had started back in the city at the point at which the Prince believed he’d managed to coopt his entire staff to follow him into rebellion. Van had stood up to him, effectively blocking his plans for a clean sweep, and he had now built up a considerable following deeply opposed to the Caligastia regime. However, because it is human nature to envy what others have, it was inevitable that trade would start at some point between these two very different systems. People tend to trade or fight, if they’re not fighting about trading.

I am a Watcher Angel and my name is Georgia.


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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