As lords who were left to the creation of our own "devices", there were none satisfied with what developed in the aftermath. The children of Androita blossomed, and each one became complete with what could not be accepted as "an ageless wisdom" all of their own. Throughout all of the vitality, and all of the growth of their personal egos, a unique sense of defiance and pride began to predominate within our immaculate creations. It seems that personality is independent of the force that creates it as life. By the time the lamina of their individual linga-sarira had densified, we realized that all of our immaculate children had become sovereign potentates in their own right. It was as if we lords had stumbled upon a new method for drawing pure compassion and transcendent love down to a far lower level of vibration than had ever previously been done.
It was all unwarranted of course, and patently useless for our endeavors. Discovering that we and our children could not see "eye to eye" put us all into a testy situation. By now, none of us as lords, were looking to be gracious or kind. Compassion merely allowed our militia the empathy to be patient with our foes. Transcendent love only forestalled our required aggression over the will of others. We wanted our quest to be both "over with" and "successful" - which began to appear as a mutually exclusive outcome.
Had we brought them forth from the aether of other materials or had we entracized them immediately, they would perhaps have become more devious. Had they been created in the Garden of Eden, they might have been motivated to visit the tree of knowledge. Perhaps then, they might have better understood their lords' intentions of what constituted good and evil. And had they been made in the sanctuary of Heaven, they would have had another avenue for evading their father's demands altogether.
None of these conditions were met for the Personal Atom of our children. We lords were the last of our class to hold magnets for access to the Heavenly homelands. The House souls had willfully broken theirs in the pursuit of building their own kingdoms on earth. Our immaculate children possessed no such thing as a magnet to Heaven. So, we, their fathers who created them, would be their only conveyance to an eternal home they knew nothing about.
A magnet can be considered as a spiritual bond, or the force that pulls one's awareness to a place (or a thing) of "rewards". While the reward remains as ancillary in non-manifest potentia, the energy that draws the soul to it behaves at an intuitive level. When strong enough, one need only to "think it to achieve it." Yet without an accomplishment for tithing our way in, even the magnetic pull of our own spiritual bond to Heaven grew weaker by the day, and with every negative effort we exploited.
Now, our immaculate children were pedigrees, constructed with the combined qualities of pure spirit, intuition, and mind. Yet they were bonded to the only parents they had known - their creators; who were systematically punishing them even as they were being kept in a cocoon of "alleged" safety on an invisible sixth dimensional plane. As their elders, we assailed them with unrelenting psychological attacks, trying to shame them into doing our bidding upon the impenitent House entities. This was the sort of opprobrium whose mental imagery would sicken and knot the stomach of a delicate soul had they been privy enough to personally witness such behavior. And it was the same sort of behavior that plunged once noble lords into an incessant cycle of reincarnation until we could realize both the error and the consequences of our ways.
Finally, the day of "Irreconcilable Differences" befell us who were once "entitled" Lords. You see; not all behaviors are invisible to an almighty force responsible for the creation of universes in which everything else manifests. And so it was, that our ignoble behaviors caught the attention of He who was mightier than all else ... And He was greatly offended. Retribution came swiftly, but not so swift as to abrogate the torment of owning my new found frailty and loss of status.
...That nightmare began when I suddenly found myself physically standing chest deep in a thick swamp-like quagmire. Though I knew not how I came by this befoulment, it was heavy and it clung with suffocating weight upon my breast and being. I was trapped and unable to move. The blank and apathetic faces of all my children stared down upon me for they hovered in the light of the air above this swamp. It was the last moment that I had recognized them as angels of my own making. They looked upon me as if they were witness to a divine reckoning that I had not yet been clued in about. Their faces began to fill with remorse and sadness, even as the light intensified above and burned their image away from my sight. In that moment, I watched them disintegrate away from my pleading eyes ... Away from me ... Away from time, and eventually away from my own memory of them as well.
I lifted my arms and reached out with helpless fear, for I could tell that my feet were on a very steep and slippery incline beneath the mud. As if that were not enough, beneath my knees was yet another perilous layer of far less resistant liquid. It felt as if a layer of water had been trapped beneath the mud with me to the effect of expediting my own instability and ultimate loss of balance.
Completely helpless and disoriented, my feet quickly slipped out from beneath me, and I fell backwards. In desperation, I threw my arms outward and to each side. As my torso slapped at the muck, and I sank backwards, a horrifying darkness fell in around me. The last light that I could see was the result of the mud being violently splashed away by my falling body and flailing arms. In the positive space beyond the rapidly towering wall of mud, I remember seeing the shape of a crucifix being carved out by my flung out arms and sinking body. That vision was burned into my soul. A time lapsed image of the Christian cross growing thinner, darker, and further away, until the quagmire became my tomb...
When I awoke, I realized for the first time that I had been foundered into mortal flesh. Physical reality became a haunting intermission for I was to remain in this viscosity only until I could acclimate to the rules of having flesh and bone. In this new condition, I faced the prescience to know that my life had now become something finite. Something that would ultimately end or at least drastically transform at a point beyond my own control. That knowledge was very disconcerting indeed. For all of my remaining days, time was spent puzzling over how my immaculate children could have disintegrated before my eyes and how "cut off from my divine heritage" I had suddenly become.
When I watched all the entities of familiarity, being trammeled away as if by a flooding river ... and all I could do was helplessly observe because my organism could not reach out far enough to grasp at them ... disappearing like will-o'-the-wisps, now intangible to the newly realized substance of my being, whose own matter had suddenly become solid and stabilized ... to watch desensitized expressions of voiceless children quietly dissolve away ... In retrospect, I can most assuredly say that in this profound sense of resolute loneliness, my contract with damnation had officially begun.
In the short few remaining years, I resigned myself to the voyage of my mortal existence and to forgo the haunting contemplation of why this was so. The entities I once had known diminished so far into memory's ghosts, that by the last of my "first" mortal days, even the memories them self dissolved into oblivion. In coping with my new mortal tack, I relegated myself to the perverse peace of mind that they had all been rescued away and delivered to a final reward of eternal beatitude, that I would now, never know. I had to move on. With this mind set, I remained stuck in the nightmare and mire of feeling that it was only I, who had been isolated and forgotten.
My first life ended as traumatically as you might imagine, and I was promptly escorted to the nether worlds in order to fulfill the next stage of my expiation. Though one hundred and fifteen thousand years of tormented anguish was spent contemplating what had brought me to ruination, the road to salvation was far more complicated than just realizing that misguided intention may have been at the root of my condemnation all along.
The important note here, is that I was not allowed to remember any of whom I had victimized. The divine wisdom of this logic was revealed in all of its glaring intensity by the end of my incarceration because by then I understood that my ordeal was all about "overcoming" the particular archetype of my previous volition. As your higher being, it was imperative to come to terms with the discretion itself rather than to indemnify any specific victim. In the grand scheme, it must be understood that for victim and victimizer alike, reparation begins in the spirit perfuse with a certain purity of heart. For the victim, this purity means forgiveness. For the victimizer, this purity means to not be culpable in the first place.
Final matters are now being tended to though it has been an exodus of nearly five thousand years. All of this while, your higher spirit has been attempting to fuse the wisdom gleaned from his incarceration and indoctrination alike. This will be the last part of the journey, yet it doesn't come without a cost all of its own. Throughout the last one hundred and fifty generations, I have been piecing together all of the parts that must make me whole again. And this is where your participation and my own re-converge. You and I, it seems, have been partaking of an intimate journey between essence and heart.
It has been thirty four hundred generations, and your highest counterpart still laments being the progenitor of your own sorrows being experienced today. Though you and I have long since evolved beyond such conduct ourselves, we share no defense from sympathizing when witness to overwhelming depravity in the behaviors of other "less evolved" entities. It seems that in the aftermath of my Fall, we must now, both endure various physiological symptoms of grief. Yet to do so is merely a reminder that hell will always exist in the lowest vibrations, in one way or another.
And what would our evolutionary response otherwise be, against the perversions of other men? Would we continue to wage wars upon those with whom we must share this earthly vibration, and whom would certainly be marching to their own rhythm? Would the bludgeoning of sense into their heads be more fruitful than the blood upon our souls for doing so? We make our sacrifices to Heaven and Hell alike, for the process is merely catering to the needs of our organism. When the powers that be have determined our allegiances, they simply put into place the avenues to proceed towards our soul felt goals. Hell is there to reward paralysis and bloodshed alike. It is for the systematic degeneration of imperfect materials that result in the perpetual loop of hypostatic separations between matter and spirit - the "bottom end" of an ecosystem that is Intelligent Design. A far better solution would be to find our own salvation rather than to manipulate others into finding theirs.
This is an entirely different story than what I had revealed just paragraphs before, for now I speak with the wisdom of 5000 years. My hell was brought on by the brutalities I levied upon the innocent and my crusades against individualism. After realizing that it was my own banishment from the higher vibrations of Heaven and not an ascension of my Androita children as I once had assumed, I was resurrected to make penitence in the time of man once again. Divine benevolence intervened and I had been given the next 150 temporal generations to do so.
By the end of this same space of time, my cloak of misrecollection had to be removed once and for all. There was the responsibility to 12,180 of my own sentient creations that had to be tended to as well. They were all innocent children, and they had all been neglected due to my own trauma of obliviation. It was the same story for the other twenty three lords as well, for they were met with an equivalent fate as my own. Between all of us, we had to rescue our combined legions of over one quarter of a million immaculate children. Over the course of generations, they were imprisoned themselves. It had been going on for 115,000 years. All of it originating from the shortcomings of their own fathers - and quite obviously, the reason that our ability to collide atoms had been revoked from our hands forever. So, even now in your generation, this "time" has been drawing to an end.
Now, you might ask; "how does my history and your present physicalness converge with one another?" The answer lies in that during my extended stay in perdition, it was commanded upon my personal atom to divide fifteen times more. The experience of hell is just as everything your religious stories depict about demons set loose upon one's organism. In practice, there is most assuredly an agonizing difference in sensation, between whether one's molecule is divided by one's own choice or if it were coerced upon it by the actions of a higher power. Because of divine judgments upon my organism, my sensory ability was wrought with innumerable tortures during the process of separation. Fifteen fragments were plucked away from the Atom of my soul, and each one removed felt like an eternity of lashings from a whip; a perpetually slow disembowelment; or the infernal pain of gouging out my eyes. This is how you (Byron) were ultimately made. My atom had been given to the lives of fifteen newly conceived expressions, which in turn became individual souls unto themselves.
As part and parcel of my restitution, these fifteen fragments were to exist in psychopannychia until my damnation would be brought to an end. In earth history, that moment reconvened during the Mesopotamian age. From that moment, my coming and going between existence as a physical being or an earthbound one was dictated by our highest authority, and by the actions of each of my lesser souls. For fifty centuries, I would be commissioned to chase after my own flock, illuminating you with the divine wisdom that I am supposed to understand of the Seven Divine Attributes. When all of my fifteen fragments and various expressions (where they were further needed) were to experience all the necessary diversity involved with life's proper relationship to these Seven Virtues - only then could we reabsorb into one another and progress onward to our eternal home.
And the efforts to contain my flock are precarious indeed. If any of you were to go far enough astray, you would each suffer your own transference to damnation yet again. Each aspect of my atom who chooses to venture farther away from Divine laws becomes "settled" into another level of descent and thus farther away from the destiny of our perfection.
In this generation, my exploits have very nearly come full circle. With the efforts of Lord Makuti, the fallen lords have both, been revealed to their lesser souls and enabled to resolve the disconnect between themselves and our Androita children. This task, as you may remember, was set into motion when the chronicles of Lady Krista were presented in 1977. So now comes the day, through the instrumental efforts of Lord Kundie, Makuti, Lady Krista, and we, whom have now once again been reminded about the reasons for our fall. My last obligation to this life of mortal physicalness was to experience, and to express, my comprehension of compassion and transcendent love, through each of my "scattered" worldly souls. You and the rest of my fifteen fragments have served this purpose by allowing multiple and simultaneous expressions to occur throughout the enlightened parts of mortal history. Let us deviate from course no longer. When the heralding trumpets blow, I wish to enter our eternal home, once and for all, and all together.
It was all unwarranted of course, and patently useless for our endeavors. Discovering that we and our children could not see "eye to eye" put us all into a testy situation. By now, none of us as lords, were looking to be gracious or kind. Compassion merely allowed our militia the empathy to be patient with our foes. Transcendent love only forestalled our required aggression over the will of others. We wanted our quest to be both "over with" and "successful" - which began to appear as a mutually exclusive outcome.
Had we brought them forth from the aether of other materials or had we entracized them immediately, they would perhaps have become more devious. Had they been created in the Garden of Eden, they might have been motivated to visit the tree of knowledge. Perhaps then, they might have better understood their lords' intentions of what constituted good and evil. And had they been made in the sanctuary of Heaven, they would have had another avenue for evading their father's demands altogether.
None of these conditions were met for the Personal Atom of our children. We lords were the last of our class to hold magnets for access to the Heavenly homelands. The House souls had willfully broken theirs in the pursuit of building their own kingdoms on earth. Our immaculate children possessed no such thing as a magnet to Heaven. So, we, their fathers who created them, would be their only conveyance to an eternal home they knew nothing about.
A magnet can be considered as a spiritual bond, or the force that pulls one's awareness to a place (or a thing) of "rewards". While the reward remains as ancillary in non-manifest potentia, the energy that draws the soul to it behaves at an intuitive level. When strong enough, one need only to "think it to achieve it." Yet without an accomplishment for tithing our way in, even the magnetic pull of our own spiritual bond to Heaven grew weaker by the day, and with every negative effort we exploited.
Now, our immaculate children were pedigrees, constructed with the combined qualities of pure spirit, intuition, and mind. Yet they were bonded to the only parents they had known - their creators; who were systematically punishing them even as they were being kept in a cocoon of "alleged" safety on an invisible sixth dimensional plane. As their elders, we assailed them with unrelenting psychological attacks, trying to shame them into doing our bidding upon the impenitent House entities. This was the sort of opprobrium whose mental imagery would sicken and knot the stomach of a delicate soul had they been privy enough to personally witness such behavior. And it was the same sort of behavior that plunged once noble lords into an incessant cycle of reincarnation until we could realize both the error and the consequences of our ways.
Finally, the day of "Irreconcilable Differences" befell us who were once "entitled" Lords. You see; not all behaviors are invisible to an almighty force responsible for the creation of universes in which everything else manifests. And so it was, that our ignoble behaviors caught the attention of He who was mightier than all else ... And He was greatly offended. Retribution came swiftly, but not so swift as to abrogate the torment of owning my new found frailty and loss of status.
...That nightmare began when I suddenly found myself physically standing chest deep in a thick swamp-like quagmire. Though I knew not how I came by this befoulment, it was heavy and it clung with suffocating weight upon my breast and being. I was trapped and unable to move. The blank and apathetic faces of all my children stared down upon me for they hovered in the light of the air above this swamp. It was the last moment that I had recognized them as angels of my own making. They looked upon me as if they were witness to a divine reckoning that I had not yet been clued in about. Their faces began to fill with remorse and sadness, even as the light intensified above and burned their image away from my sight. In that moment, I watched them disintegrate away from my pleading eyes ... Away from me ... Away from time, and eventually away from my own memory of them as well.
I lifted my arms and reached out with helpless fear, for I could tell that my feet were on a very steep and slippery incline beneath the mud. As if that were not enough, beneath my knees was yet another perilous layer of far less resistant liquid. It felt as if a layer of water had been trapped beneath the mud with me to the effect of expediting my own instability and ultimate loss of balance.
Completely helpless and disoriented, my feet quickly slipped out from beneath me, and I fell backwards. In desperation, I threw my arms outward and to each side. As my torso slapped at the muck, and I sank backwards, a horrifying darkness fell in around me. The last light that I could see was the result of the mud being violently splashed away by my falling body and flailing arms. In the positive space beyond the rapidly towering wall of mud, I remember seeing the shape of a crucifix being carved out by my flung out arms and sinking body. That vision was burned into my soul. A time lapsed image of the Christian cross growing thinner, darker, and further away, until the quagmire became my tomb...
When I awoke, I realized for the first time that I had been foundered into mortal flesh. Physical reality became a haunting intermission for I was to remain in this viscosity only until I could acclimate to the rules of having flesh and bone. In this new condition, I faced the prescience to know that my life had now become something finite. Something that would ultimately end or at least drastically transform at a point beyond my own control. That knowledge was very disconcerting indeed. For all of my remaining days, time was spent puzzling over how my immaculate children could have disintegrated before my eyes and how "cut off from my divine heritage" I had suddenly become.
When I watched all the entities of familiarity, being trammeled away as if by a flooding river ... and all I could do was helplessly observe because my organism could not reach out far enough to grasp at them ... disappearing like will-o'-the-wisps, now intangible to the newly realized substance of my being, whose own matter had suddenly become solid and stabilized ... to watch desensitized expressions of voiceless children quietly dissolve away ... In retrospect, I can most assuredly say that in this profound sense of resolute loneliness, my contract with damnation had officially begun.
In the short few remaining years, I resigned myself to the voyage of my mortal existence and to forgo the haunting contemplation of why this was so. The entities I once had known diminished so far into memory's ghosts, that by the last of my "first" mortal days, even the memories them self dissolved into oblivion. In coping with my new mortal tack, I relegated myself to the perverse peace of mind that they had all been rescued away and delivered to a final reward of eternal beatitude, that I would now, never know. I had to move on. With this mind set, I remained stuck in the nightmare and mire of feeling that it was only I, who had been isolated and forgotten.
My first life ended as traumatically as you might imagine, and I was promptly escorted to the nether worlds in order to fulfill the next stage of my expiation. Though one hundred and fifteen thousand years of tormented anguish was spent contemplating what had brought me to ruination, the road to salvation was far more complicated than just realizing that misguided intention may have been at the root of my condemnation all along.
The important note here, is that I was not allowed to remember any of whom I had victimized. The divine wisdom of this logic was revealed in all of its glaring intensity by the end of my incarceration because by then I understood that my ordeal was all about "overcoming" the particular archetype of my previous volition. As your higher being, it was imperative to come to terms with the discretion itself rather than to indemnify any specific victim. In the grand scheme, it must be understood that for victim and victimizer alike, reparation begins in the spirit perfuse with a certain purity of heart. For the victim, this purity means forgiveness. For the victimizer, this purity means to not be culpable in the first place.
Final matters are now being tended to though it has been an exodus of nearly five thousand years. All of this while, your higher spirit has been attempting to fuse the wisdom gleaned from his incarceration and indoctrination alike. This will be the last part of the journey, yet it doesn't come without a cost all of its own. Throughout the last one hundred and fifty generations, I have been piecing together all of the parts that must make me whole again. And this is where your participation and my own re-converge. You and I, it seems, have been partaking of an intimate journey between essence and heart.
It has been thirty four hundred generations, and your highest counterpart still laments being the progenitor of your own sorrows being experienced today. Though you and I have long since evolved beyond such conduct ourselves, we share no defense from sympathizing when witness to overwhelming depravity in the behaviors of other "less evolved" entities. It seems that in the aftermath of my Fall, we must now, both endure various physiological symptoms of grief. Yet to do so is merely a reminder that hell will always exist in the lowest vibrations, in one way or another.
And what would our evolutionary response otherwise be, against the perversions of other men? Would we continue to wage wars upon those with whom we must share this earthly vibration, and whom would certainly be marching to their own rhythm? Would the bludgeoning of sense into their heads be more fruitful than the blood upon our souls for doing so? We make our sacrifices to Heaven and Hell alike, for the process is merely catering to the needs of our organism. When the powers that be have determined our allegiances, they simply put into place the avenues to proceed towards our soul felt goals. Hell is there to reward paralysis and bloodshed alike. It is for the systematic degeneration of imperfect materials that result in the perpetual loop of hypostatic separations between matter and spirit - the "bottom end" of an ecosystem that is Intelligent Design. A far better solution would be to find our own salvation rather than to manipulate others into finding theirs.
This is an entirely different story than what I had revealed just paragraphs before, for now I speak with the wisdom of 5000 years. My hell was brought on by the brutalities I levied upon the innocent and my crusades against individualism. After realizing that it was my own banishment from the higher vibrations of Heaven and not an ascension of my Androita children as I once had assumed, I was resurrected to make penitence in the time of man once again. Divine benevolence intervened and I had been given the next 150 temporal generations to do so.
By the end of this same space of time, my cloak of misrecollection had to be removed once and for all. There was the responsibility to 12,180 of my own sentient creations that had to be tended to as well. They were all innocent children, and they had all been neglected due to my own trauma of obliviation. It was the same story for the other twenty three lords as well, for they were met with an equivalent fate as my own. Between all of us, we had to rescue our combined legions of over one quarter of a million immaculate children. Over the course of generations, they were imprisoned themselves. It had been going on for 115,000 years. All of it originating from the shortcomings of their own fathers - and quite obviously, the reason that our ability to collide atoms had been revoked from our hands forever. So, even now in your generation, this "time" has been drawing to an end.
Now, you might ask; "how does my history and your present physicalness converge with one another?" The answer lies in that during my extended stay in perdition, it was commanded upon my personal atom to divide fifteen times more. The experience of hell is just as everything your religious stories depict about demons set loose upon one's organism. In practice, there is most assuredly an agonizing difference in sensation, between whether one's molecule is divided by one's own choice or if it were coerced upon it by the actions of a higher power. Because of divine judgments upon my organism, my sensory ability was wrought with innumerable tortures during the process of separation. Fifteen fragments were plucked away from the Atom of my soul, and each one removed felt like an eternity of lashings from a whip; a perpetually slow disembowelment; or the infernal pain of gouging out my eyes. This is how you (Byron) were ultimately made. My atom had been given to the lives of fifteen newly conceived expressions, which in turn became individual souls unto themselves.
As part and parcel of my restitution, these fifteen fragments were to exist in psychopannychia until my damnation would be brought to an end. In earth history, that moment reconvened during the Mesopotamian age. From that moment, my coming and going between existence as a physical being or an earthbound one was dictated by our highest authority, and by the actions of each of my lesser souls. For fifty centuries, I would be commissioned to chase after my own flock, illuminating you with the divine wisdom that I am supposed to understand of the Seven Divine Attributes. When all of my fifteen fragments and various expressions (where they were further needed) were to experience all the necessary diversity involved with life's proper relationship to these Seven Virtues - only then could we reabsorb into one another and progress onward to our eternal home.
And the efforts to contain my flock are precarious indeed. If any of you were to go far enough astray, you would each suffer your own transference to damnation yet again. Each aspect of my atom who chooses to venture farther away from Divine laws becomes "settled" into another level of descent and thus farther away from the destiny of our perfection.
In this generation, my exploits have very nearly come full circle. With the efforts of Lord Makuti, the fallen lords have both, been revealed to their lesser souls and enabled to resolve the disconnect between themselves and our Androita children. This task, as you may remember, was set into motion when the chronicles of Lady Krista were presented in 1977. So now comes the day, through the instrumental efforts of Lord Kundie, Makuti, Lady Krista, and we, whom have now once again been reminded about the reasons for our fall. My last obligation to this life of mortal physicalness was to experience, and to express, my comprehension of compassion and transcendent love, through each of my "scattered" worldly souls. You and the rest of my fifteen fragments have served this purpose by allowing multiple and simultaneous expressions to occur throughout the enlightened parts of mortal history. Let us deviate from course no longer. When the heralding trumpets blow, I wish to enter our eternal home, once and for all, and all together.