When I first began to converse with Angels I was in awe. The beauty and the Grace of Gabriel swept arm across the page and my fingers over the keyboards in percussive taps of outrageous fortune.
I am not a self person, have never been a Self, only a multiplicity of many time levels and souls, miss matching around screeching for a voice and after meeting many beings of light and wings Gabriel descended.
How I loved the specialness of being chosen. The speed of tiptaping the pen and sword of Gods messengers, across the page. The sensation and thrill of love so great being poured upon others through my vessel, incredibly sweet.
The wheel turned and slowly it began to dawn on me the sensations, the words, these had all been bestowed before. Upon many lips had dripped the many words of love, peace and salvation. For many years had dripped the reasons for life, the suffering, the sin, for many, many years. And gradually as dawn light falls upon the quiet of ripple less ocean and reveals a growing splendour of colour, smell and as the ocean warms, sound, so too it dawned on me, inspite of all these words, the glamour, the beauty of Angel music words and promises, nothing had actually changed. Nothing. For thousands of years these great and mighty beings have heralded in change, peace and joy, but where was it visible upon the plains? Oh yes, there in individual lives, there was a touch, a joy, an ecstasy but where was the promised peace?
Human was still suffering, still locked in war and worse, children were still being raped, abused and harvested. Blessed be to St Agatha who at least "avenges all insults".
And then I realised if Earth her people and beings were to heal, the Angels of individuality would be unemployed and much like the justice system which runs off of the perpetuation of criminality, so too the Angels run off of the perpetuation of misery.
They are complicit in the duality myth, heirachy and meritocracy. So I integrated those fuckers and if they ever wanted to work with me again it would be for earth and humanity. The whole of humanity. That was it hands dusted, angel enagaement over, done.
Well guess what? Two weeks ago I heard a call, several actually. The one that has me feeling deep, was a call for help and for freedom, not for humanity but in aid of their own Angel Sovereignty.
That's right Angels calling on Wombman for help.
There is a rumour going around that these Angels "Have no Free Will". That's how they differ from humans, Angels. Humans are Supposed? to have free will. And people have used these rules of Angels against them. Just as we have Sheltered in the Arms of the Angels" so have other people and organisations.
I want to send you on a search for the Michaeite Fathers here, not giving a link, yes it is a Catholic Order. Bad things shelter under Angels wings also and it appears the Angels don't want them there either.
It would appear St Agatha and I have been called to council.
Damn, never could resist a child safety issue.
Everything is for the Tribe.
Without the tribe there is nothing.
Tribe members seldom look the same.
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