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The Myth of God

3/16/2025

The Father of All enthroned above the cosmos, the Son to his right and the Spirit hovering over the depth. All watching and mingling with his prized possession; the pinnacle of his creation, those who bear his image, humanity. Desiring to commune with his people – the people he breathed his very life into – he longed for them to pursue the same. He went down to see how they were taking dominion over and ruling the rest of his creation.

To his dismay, humanity had become so easily corrupted and sought to devour instead of ruling like their Creator. As soon as they sought a different purpose the Father became broken hearted and very angry with the things humanity began to do. They became very creative in the evil they performed. The Father had to put an end to it, for it was not the way he created things to be. He looked to his Son and nodded. The Son of God stood up from his throne and began a journey towards Earth, the Father relented his wrath as he watched the perfect Son walk towards the earth putting himself between the Father and the evil of humanity, overlaying humanity’s evil with his perfection shining over their darkness.

The Father’s handiworks were all around the humans, yet they over looked them; explained them in other ways. He wished for them to enjoy the fruits, care for the animals and work the ground to produce more vegetation. He saw them building structures, making tools and enjoying the warmth of the sun together. Instead they built for themselves, attempting to replace his name, they murdered each other, mistreated the animals, and stored up fruit for themselves without sharing when others had nothing. God would not stand for such atrocities.

But thankfully God had a plan for such a blasphemy, something the humans could not ignore and that would satisfy the justices that have not been answered. There is no one that is righteous, not even one. Every human has done evil the entirety of their lives. Selfish ambition, sexual impurity, devious manipulation, and harmful action they fill their time with.

But even with the God himself communing with his creation, humanity refused to recognize their maker. The Son went down, not to deliver God’s wrath – to punish the atrocities and the blatant rebellions – he came to serve; not to show off his majestic powers as creator, but instead to serve those who were given little, to teach those who were not wise, and forgive those who had no law, however, those who claimed to be with God sought to kill the Son; they thought they knew God so well that when the Son said the actual things of the Father, they thought it was blasphemy.

The Son stood in front of his creation as they accused him. He sat in the courts as the officials questioned him, he kept silent and with a smirk for he kept himself to him who judged righteously. In the end the Son was accused for treason and blasphemy and was subject to death. As he approached, the Son dread what he was going to endure. Not the mocking, the whipping, the beatings, not even the death, but what he was going to endure over all of that, was the Father’s wrath he stepped in front of. It was no longer going to be held back, it had to be satisfied for the eons of injustices and the Son’s service ultimately came to fulfillment when he would take all the judgement for humanities betrayal.

The Father releases his wrath and turned his back on his Son, for holding all the immorality of humanity upon him. And so the Son faced death and the complete wrath of the Father for the sake of his creation.

The grave and death surrounded the Son and enveloped him in their depths. Their power unmatched, their grasps overreaching, no human could even dream of defeating them. Yet the Son was not mere human, but was God. The Son was raised, showing not even death could hold him and neither could it hold those who loved the Son, for his gift was becoming one with him. Now that he was raised, they saw the sign that no one could ignore. The Son was now the firstborn of the new creation and he did it all so that his creation could follow him back to the creation of harmony and peace. Where the mind was opened and freed, the body was remade and complete, the spirit was whole and lifted up.

The Father’s wrath satisfied, justice accounted for, and his love for his creation exploited.

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Battle of Faith

3/16/2025

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Armour of God, battle of faith, warrior of God

The battlefield was vast and destruction rang out through history. Worse and worse the ground became more sterile just as those who walked among it. They strive to cultivate it but they do it for themselves. Only few do it for and in the proper manner, only found within the one revealed as the Creator. But there are those unseen beings who deceive whoever will listen and destroy those who don’t.

I stood with the girdle of truth holding fast to my waist, securing my centre of gravity. I see dead land for hundreds of meters; grey and black earth blended with the horizon. I was the only one as far as I could see. Demons came to tell their lies, spitting tenacious mucous effecting my view on reality.

“You cannot represent your Master. The entire world will watch you fail and never believe your Master is anything to worship,” a vicious snarl came from someone I used to call friend. It made my legs weak for I began to believe it myself. He had foundation to say it, he used to know me so well; we grew up in the same small town and were taught under the same rabbi. But he abandoned the school and was seduced by the unseen beings. He knew my short comings but he only spoke it as an agent of the demon. My sword slashed through him splitting the demon from his soul. My old friend fled, being pulled by the demon as it slipped from gripping his soul.

As soon as he stubbled away, his claim came to my mind and all my failures flooded my mind. I turned to see another demon flanked me and revealed all my sins.

“You hypocrite!” it said. “You claim to be righteous but you hate all those who don’t agree with you.” As soon as he said it all those I had argued with and held hatred in my heart for appeared all around me. All of them staring at me having exposed my emotion for them. I fell to my knees on the cold and sterile soil, no hope to redeem myself. I remembered saying the same thing about myself, I also remembered my response! I lifted my sword and in one step lunged for the demon.

“My righteousness is in my Master!” The demon shrieked and faded with the rest of the audience.
I stood sweeping around me to see any more enemies. I only saw the mountains in the distance. When I focused on them I realized they were waves spanning across the entire horizon. Anxiety flooded me before the wave was even near, I began to run in the opposite direction. My sabatons dug into as much dirt as they could, hoping to push as much earth away as the tsunami was gaining. But it failed. The wave overtook me and I was soon being crushed by the water that engulfed me. Swept off my feet I no longer had control of where I went, but could only go where the current threw me.

I tumbled and flipped, disoriented by the waters of anxiety. One wave sucked me up into its curl, my body met the ground with the weight crippling me. My armour dented, crushing my chest. I rolled over to my hands and knees vacating my lungs of water. Getting to a knee I attempted to suck in any air I could.

“This is your Master’s blessings?” a voice came from beside me. I had not the energy to guard myself, only thinking will this ever end? “You are not his servant, he blesses his servants.” As if this beast called it forth, the dead from my family came to haunt me. Their body resembled their young selves before the time they passed. Simultaneously, my shoulder felt as it did so long ago when it degraded to unuse. Unable to serve in war, or olympia games. What had I done to deserve any of it? The horrifying demon laughed and lifted a sword to strike me down. I only felt the weight of its comments, I was given unfair sufferings. My parents showed me my Master from birth, I learned and believed, always trying to do right. But I lost loved ones, developed disease, and received rejection.

I looked to my arm, attached to my shield. It was no longer identical to its injury so long ago, and I realized, “I tried to do what was right”? I could never do what was right without my Master. He gave me what was right. I lifted my shield and the demons sword rang off of it. I lifted my sword to insert it into the demons abdomen. It shrieked and melted into the ground.

I stood, weary from all these trials. My legs shook, arms feeling numb holding my sword and shield, but I could not let them leave my side. They are my life, a gift from my Master. I finally look around to where the waters placed me and saw standing to my side, an army of the fallen. They all looked like dogs ready to be released from their owners leash. And in the centre of the horde, was the master, the one holding the leash.

“You know nothing of the greater things of this world. I have seen heaven and earth, how do you think you will ever convince anyone of the greater things?” And with that the leash was let go. The army charged forward, all at me, all against me. There was no way I could survive or withstand against a force this big. But I had to, I had to resist the fallen Day Star. Everyday and every moment. We must all take opportunities to relinquish his hold on this world. I lifted my sword and shield and prepared for the fight, even if it was going to my end.

Then some force came from behind me. Three of them combined in one, pushing the forces of the fallen back and they all ran in terror after the first strike. I fell to my knees in front of a small stream left from the tsunami. As my Master was on his way back to me three ravens came to me with bread and meat.

“Well done,” my Master said. “You are a good and faithful servant. I was always with you, my son. I give you my yoke.”

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Garden of Eden

3/6/2025

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I have seen the Garden,
That which no child has seen,
Colours shown full and satisfied in.
I passed the tree of life,
The mightiest and splendid.

Allowed to enter by the cherub,
to see the dead tree,
Formerly of contrast but now just a stub.
A shadow as dark as that valley,
burned like Sheol –
Now a different contrast to all it was among.
I spoke to the cherub, asking,
What happened to the tree?
That which brought demise?
It was burned by the teacher,
who taught to be wise.

Those who came before brought death,
Defying the sequence of breath,
but the teacher rid the world of it.
satisfying man’s debt,
Now all may nurse from her breast.

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