He waits...

And so He sits on the Throne of Heaven and waits. Waits for Man to realize his own potential. Waits for Man to stop depending on Him for all of the answers, depending on Him to take them by the hand and guide them, depending on Him for their salvation. It is only when Man realizes that God is within them, that they will realize that God in in the world.

Even the Angels have free will. None will ever again revolt against God for what happened to Sataniel. We all love and serve God, but some serve begrudgingly due to God's elevation of Man above them.

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We grow weary of the evil in the world and our inability to directly interfere. Just as God rules Heaven and we oversee His dominions, we may no longer intervene. We must move through the strong of heart.

As Lucifer is the overseer of Hell, and the other fallen his Princes, they may not directly interfere. Alas, they have minions who do that. But it is chiefly Man who creates the evil in the world. I do not understand how Man can commit such atrocities that Lucifer, even as Satan or Sammael, could have never dreamt up. The Devil does not need to LEAD Man into temptation. Man does fine on his own.

First Sin

The first sin was not man's disobedience to God. The first sin was Sataniel's rebellion against God.

I do not have FAITH in God

I do not have *faith* in God.
I *BELIEVE* in God.
My experiences with Raphael, my dreams, my visions leave me no choice.

An imperfect Historie...

The Bible is an imperfect history of mankind. A mythology of sorts.
Some of the stories have a basis in historic events and facts, but they are stories, passed down through the generations before being committed to writing.

Again...

West bound on I-285, coming home from work. The usual heavy traffic that is characteristic of Atlanta. I glance in my rearview to see the car behind me as we all crawl towards our various destinations. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I glance again. The car has become an emergency vehicle, lights blazing, and siren crying out. The EMSV Passes me on the left. Children's Hospital Critical Transport Unit.
Heavy traffic impeded its path. It will go nowhere fast.
I look back again and am blinded by the golden light coming in from the back of my head.
I see his face looking at me through my own eyes.
The light. The PAIN.
I am pushed froward in my seat as though something was wedged between my shoulders and the drivers seat. Wings.
My arms outstretch. Locked. Pain.
The traffic ahead of me parts like the Red Sea.
My right arm is numb.
The EMSV Makes for the opening, and goes.
Tears and pain.
My exit. Right.
I can see from below that traffic has once again closed up around the vehicle.
The lights go off. The siren is silenced.
The little blonde haired, blue eyed boy in the back didn't make it.
I tried. I can't shake this.

Driving In Between

On a long dark road
Going nowhere in between
Driving by feel
You can't imagine what I've seen

I've seen days like nights
and nights like days
I've seen the sun block out the moon
I've seen falling stars
like fire from Mars
bringing us to our doom

On this long dark road
With nothing in between
I don't know where I'm going
But I do know what I've seen

I've seen gods like devils
and angels like demons
I've seen men nailed to their cross
I've seen fallen saints
and risen sinners
I've seen the found never know their loss

On this long dark road
With no exits in between
No one knows where it goes
But we all know where it's been