Post by Angel Blake on Aug 4, 2017 1:30:53 GMT
You think of time as a running stream.
One moment leads to another that inevitably leads to another until the moment of your death and that is where, for you, time stops.
But what if I told you that all of time, the past, present and future were happening at once?
What if in this moment as you listen to me George Washington is crossing the Delaware River, Julius Caesar is marching into Rome, your parents share their first kiss?
There is no beginning, middle or end. It is all happening right now. The entirety of history is a tangled ball of yarn that you can never untangle. You can only experience it through your narrow scope of mortality.
A God, however, sees the bigger picture. A God can unravel the mess and everything you ever were or ever will be. A God lives through ever moment because a God is eternal…
You have forgotten who you are, what you are. You have become too accustomed to this fleshy prison, experiencing life like one of the insignificant masses. You have allowed yourself to become wrapped up in the desires of a man when you are so much more.
What is life? Is it being born? Growing up? Getting married? Having a family? You are beyond such selfish needs.
You miss the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes? There have been countless like her and their will be countless more.
Do you also miss the supposed love of your life?
Who is it that speaks your name, Shelly, Tara, Amber? You do not even know anymore. You have become so lost in the confines of this body. Like a mouse running a maze you chase pointless desires. There is no freedom living the way you do.
You have had many families. Lived endless lives. You are forever. The constant in a world of change.
Yes. You sit in this crumbling house surrounded by moments dreaming of days you perceive as the past. You feel guilty for decisions you think you’ve made when if you saw the bigger picture you would realize there is nothing you could not change.
You can do anything.
Do not get lost in those eyes, she is but a speck in a whirl wind. You are the tornado. You encompass all. Brush her aside. Her existence is but the blinking of an eye. There have been children before and after her.
No one commands a God. You are for all time, she breathed her first and last breaths in the moments between a clocks second hand. Forget her.
Yes you must. In your selfish absence the flock has run amuck. They have forgotten who you are, what you do, they have taken their pitiful lives for granted.
Yes you will. Now leave this house, bleach these moments of mortal happiness from your mind, pull free from the hands of a mortal fate. You are so much more. They do not understand what it is to be a God like I do, they do not understand the power you wield like I do, they do not understand you like I do…
Angel Blake, the man dressed in a black with the face of a ghoul stood in the epicenter of a whirl wind. If you looked closely you could see the face of a child in pain, begging and screaming for her father not to walk away from her. Behind the child stood a woman with an indistinct face, she could be anyone but the heart was noticeable regardless. Before him stood a large looming figure.
We have so much to do.
Remind them.
Hands tugged at his waist coat but the pull was barely noticeable as the figure opened its arms to him.
Who are you?
What one could only assume are eyes began to burn red, the light emanating from them quelled the whirl wind around Angel until only the two figures were left standing.
Show those who have forgotten what it means to be God.
God has risen.
One moment leads to another that inevitably leads to another until the moment of your death and that is where, for you, time stops.
But what if I told you that all of time, the past, present and future were happening at once?
What if in this moment as you listen to me George Washington is crossing the Delaware River, Julius Caesar is marching into Rome, your parents share their first kiss?
There is no beginning, middle or end. It is all happening right now. The entirety of history is a tangled ball of yarn that you can never untangle. You can only experience it through your narrow scope of mortality.
A God, however, sees the bigger picture. A God can unravel the mess and everything you ever were or ever will be. A God lives through ever moment because a God is eternal…
”Why are you saying this to me?”
You have forgotten who you are, what you are. You have become too accustomed to this fleshy prison, experiencing life like one of the insignificant masses. You have allowed yourself to become wrapped up in the desires of a man when you are so much more.
”I do not wish to live this way anymore.”
What is life? Is it being born? Growing up? Getting married? Having a family? You are beyond such selfish needs.
”I miss them…”
You miss the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes? There have been countless like her and their will be countless more.
”Daddy?”
”Hayleigh?”
”Hayleigh?”
Do you also miss the supposed love of your life?
”Angel?”
Who is it that speaks your name, Shelly, Tara, Amber? You do not even know anymore. You have become so lost in the confines of this body. Like a mouse running a maze you chase pointless desires. There is no freedom living the way you do.
”They are my family.”
You have had many families. Lived endless lives. You are forever. The constant in a world of change.
”No…”
Yes. You sit in this crumbling house surrounded by moments dreaming of days you perceive as the past. You feel guilty for decisions you think you’ve made when if you saw the bigger picture you would realize there is nothing you could not change.
”I can fix this?”
You can do anything.
”Daddy, where are you going?”
Do not get lost in those eyes, she is but a speck in a whirl wind. You are the tornado. You encompass all. Brush her aside. Her existence is but the blinking of an eye. There have been children before and after her.
”Angel! Please! Stop!”
No one commands a God. You are for all time, she breathed her first and last breaths in the moments between a clocks second hand. Forget her.
”I… Must return.”
Yes you must. In your selfish absence the flock has run amuck. They have forgotten who you are, what you do, they have taken their pitiful lives for granted.
”I will show them how meaningless they are.”
Yes you will. Now leave this house, bleach these moments of mortal happiness from your mind, pull free from the hands of a mortal fate. You are so much more. They do not understand what it is to be a God like I do, they do not understand the power you wield like I do, they do not understand you like I do…
Angel Blake, the man dressed in a black with the face of a ghoul stood in the epicenter of a whirl wind. If you looked closely you could see the face of a child in pain, begging and screaming for her father not to walk away from her. Behind the child stood a woman with an indistinct face, she could be anyone but the heart was noticeable regardless. Before him stood a large looming figure.
We have so much to do.
”They have forgotten.”
Remind them.
Hands tugged at his waist coat but the pull was barely noticeable as the figure opened its arms to him.
Who are you?
”I am God.”
What one could only assume are eyes began to burn red, the light emanating from them quelled the whirl wind around Angel until only the two figures were left standing.
Show those who have forgotten what it means to be God.
”Their forgetfulness of my force will be their final folly before I force the flesh from their frames and fragment their fragile forms beneath my foot!”
God has risen.
Well howdy there pardner.