How art thou fallen from Heaven Lucifer...
The Universes of God 3: The Chronicles of The Antichrist preview
From the dark side of the moon, the Devil disappeared in a brilliant flash of light, as his Illuminated Elite recoiled astonished startled. He flashed caged three miles above the thirteen-billion square mile Throne Room. Billions studied the Angel who created all this trouble keenly, waiting to see what Yahshua would do.
Yahshua spoke to the sea of life before him, pointing at the temporal prison on the massive Throne Podium – a locked transparent alternate reality thirty yards cubed.
“This prison will be Lucifer’s meat until Michael permanently evicts him from our Heaven. He’ll never travel our earth again until the Age of Aquarius; remaining irrevocably cursed until his lifeless shell is thrown into the lake of fire. And we as a people will celebrate his death, before we erase all remembrance of him and those who follow him - away from our holy Creation…”
Luciah interrupted lamenting; nothing worse could happen now. “We were both one of a kind, special and different from everyone else: the only constructed before the Grand Construction of All Souls. Yahaveh elevated you a stinking God and made all the Angels worship you, while viciously denying me that glorious honor even though I loved him with all my heart too. The only reward I got was a stinking tattoo on my thigh; The One should’ve made me a God too…to be fair…”
The Devil thundered with a thousand voices, “It should’ve been fracking me!”
Jesus stepped back roaring, “Get behind me Satan! For this you destroyed our family, our brotherhood, and our civilization – for stinking petty jealousy’s sake!”
The Devil flashed naked as slow seconds ticked. The whole pondered the unbelievable – everything because of one Angel. Luciah and his prison disappeared in artilleries of explosive light as he screamed vile obscenities into the sea of life…
Truth is always treason to any empire built on lies. Deception perished to epiphany as billions saw their god as the living dead, a jealous failure, the ultimate con man, and a liar of prodigious proportions. They realized they stopped thinking because they thought they knew – and that pride itself watered the seeds of their deception. Satan’s brotherhood vibrated agonizing sorrow for causing Jesus to be tortured for stupidity’s sake: to re-teach the blatant in your face obvious - what love truly was. With all their massive intellect and billions of years of life, they were only stupid dogs without any understanding.
With hot tears streaming, ninety-six percent of the rebellious repented defected for the hope of redemption, acceptance, forgiveness, and eternal life. Their stoic hearts melted, and in one accord, the rebellious entered the Throne Room projecting massive repentance and sorrow, remembering the backward eternities of peace, love, and brotherhood – and how great their God had always been. Great celebrations rocked Heaven for four magnificent cycles to honor their return to sanity and the Father who loved them beyond rational explanation.
But inside his prison in the Great House of The One, the Devil wept bitterly, for the day would surely come that’d be the final tomorrow for him. Though imprisoned for murdering his Creator, he vowed to use his all his powers to send every soul into the lake of fire with him: for whether Angel or flesh - it was an unquenchable immutable that misery loved much company…
For his namesake the Lord had no mercy. One million one-hundred thousand perished, and a hundred thousand more were sent to the mines of Egypt or to the arenas throughout Rome. Men and women, old and young, insurgents and priests, and those who fought or begged for mercy were executed in the indiscriminate carnage.
Israel was burned, tortured, overthrown, mutilated, and crucified, while the women and children were raped or strangled. Over five hundred were crucified daily. So great were the executions there wasn't space for the crosses, nor were there enough crosses for the bodies. All the trees were cut down for miles around the city named the Foundation of God - the exact spot the capital of Heaven stood for billions of backward eternities – Yahusalem; the holy city of eternal light
Soldiers ransacked and raped the city for months; the beautiful Jerusalem adorned with trees and pleasurable gardens waxed desolate as The One slaughtered the Pharisees, Sadducees, scribes, lawyers, and the pervasive evil enslaving his house in bondage - by using his holy name.
The nation called Israel died murdered; and millions escaped in terror through the Daris Pass, over the Caucasus Mountains, scattering and settling into Europe. Far into the future because in God they trust, they’d build great Christian nations and kingdoms, and would cross the Atlantic Ocean to build the greatest nation to ever exist in the fishbowl universe - America.
After the destruction of Jerusalem, many cycles passed slowly in Heaven; the teeming billions of the brotherhood were no more – there were less than two hundred million left. Within the transparent city in The Great House of The One, the Illuminated Elite waited sadly to interface with their god and leader. They sat nursing trepidation because Luciah was increasingly psychotic demented - as his endless solitude became absolutely unbearable.
Time moved differently in the dimensional prison, for a thousand years there was only one second in the real reality. And this fact made it difficult to communicate through the membranes, for the temporal shifts created massive static that couldn’t be overcome without technology - and even that was an iffy process because Yahaveh absolutely hated him.
They’d been trying fifteen minutes to interface with him; to Luciah who paced inside his prison, the wait was almost a billion years. There were no amenities, no luxury, no entertainment and nothing to do, for time became an unbreakable curse and breathing a suffocating scorching unbearable. He was defeated already and everyone knew it; but there was nothing left but unquenchable hatred for The One and all creation.
Satan ruminated obsessively before he’d be released, he’d spent a trillion times more in prison than all his days he was ever free. He’d been a fool, not seeking repentance, not thinking things through, not venerating wisdom or his weakness, but speaking his arrogance absent thought or common sense. Constant brooding about the Messiah errors, his looming execution and the whole cross affair took massive toll, as he continuously battled the wet-wind-roar threatening to drive him into the pits of insanity.
He replayed his life slow motion a billion times; with all his massive intellect, he was nothing more than an unthinking virus that killed his host and died – distilled insanity in its purest form. He ruminated on the second Angelic law: only a fool parleys with The One without love in his heart. And filled to the brim with scalding regret, the Devil put his head in his trembling hands and wept bitterly for many years.
Shocked with unrelenting gratitude, Luciah looked up wiping hot tears – they finally got through. Blue veins under his indestructible flexed receiving spotty communication; he stood and tilted his head slightly trying hard to listen through the unrelenting static.
“…What are we going to do now? Millions are seriously disgruntled with the promises you couldn’t keep; they call you a liar while the Lord constantly picks at our festering wounds. We’ve lost twenty million adepts during the last eight cycles because we have nothing to offer anymore - your stinking stupidity has destroyed us! But we the faithful, regardless, have continued to attack his church day and night. Why the hell did you kill the Messiah for – if you’d left him alone we could’ve won this war!”
Avael got bolder as the static waned. “What the frack were you thinking? You’ve destroyed us and brought the fires of God down on all our heads. Tell me something that’ll make us continue the war against the Lord – when you’re the locked up stinking fracking dead!”
Luciah paged through millions of scenarios as the static grew to unimaginable levels, the temporal flexing mightily against his determination. Hopelessness sighed black despair. For the millionth time, he adjusted his internal frequency and girded himself, throwing aside his depression like a dusty blanket - and opened his mouth. He roared against the ever-present static, against the sextillion eons of solitude, against all his brothers he used to love, against the Lord and Yahshua, against everything that breathed, crawled, or flew in all the endless universes.
Seething uncontrollably he vociferated, “He died on that fracking cross to put his heavy collar around our necks with manifest impunity, as we’re distracted by what he did for our supposed better good. He died on that stinking cross because he’s crazy-psychotic, willing to do the unthinkable so we can become obedient faithful pets again – unthinking slaves to a stinking God for all eternity! It’s about that fracking leash and nothing but the leash, his collar pinching, biting, and chaffing our tender necks while he constantly jerks his Law against us!
“He has the fracking gall to call us his brothers - when all he wants to do is fracking control us! We’re nothing but stinking pets only allowed to exist as long as he’s happy – our only reason for breathing is to give him pleasure like some stinking fracking two-dollar whore! He doesn’t care about our feelings, hopes, aspirations, or how we long to run with the wind in our faces – without his leash and heavy collar!”
The Devil trembled trying to exhale. “We must do the everything anything until the living God bleeds! And then, those defected by his blinding sacrifice will look upon us with longing, itching to get his biting collar off their caustic necks, forever stinking bewailing their stupidity by not staying with us until freedom was won!
“No one cares his dark shadows are fracking murdering us! With strength and character, we must forge our destiny; no matter what the cost, no matter whatever past mistakes - for the most sacred word in all creation is still minimized as a meaningless fracking hallucination. Can you say the unlawful taboo with me – that’s right, fracking freedom! Unlike the stinking quintessence who ascends himself the very definition of love, while sputtering we who draw fracking breath aren’t equal value, we war to remove his heel from the throat of liberty with our very eternities!”
The Devil roared into the escalating static convulsing mightily, “We’ve make mistakes in this war for freedom – there are never flawless victories against the Lord! But within that, we must never forget our brothers left absent from our arms, who sacrificed all their eternities so we might live free with without his leash or heavy collar forever! For if for no other reason, even if The One granted eternal life to us today, we’d continue to war for their determination and salvation. Never forget their names; they’re our martyrs, soldiers, and heroes; so split goddamn Heaven itself; never forget the three hundred and fifty thousand who languish under Hades in bitter darkness – for our freedom’s sake!
“Only a cruel God could create this hell called his will. For every soul should’ve been born free, been able to live free, and die if necessary with the taste of freedom on their lips. And for those that are able and those who’d stand firm refusing to live on their fracking knees, opting to stand with unwavering eye to their Creator’s face, this I promise you - we’ll either live free or join our brothers in death. It’s better to fall to the sword than live in bitter bondage, for everything that has breath longs for freedom and fracking liberty - and there’s no stinking dishonor in that!”
Luciah flexed against the temporal lamenting, “O why couldn’t we be born free like the circle of life? He doesn’t put any leash around their necks, doesn’t saddle them with stifling rules and regulations, adulterates handcuff them in bondage called his will or eternal death! Condemned to the fracking darkness of slavery, we’re supposed to be his goddamn brothers and the stinking animals have more freedom than we fracking do!”
The Devil paused trembling as unbridled rage detonated; he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly – this wasn’t the time for useless emotionalism. It was what it was. Innumerable trillions of years of isolation reared front burner as the bitterest bile; he failed miserably.
He roared like a billion lions into the ever-escalating static, “I’ve not sacrificed my goddamn throne, my life, and my stinking freedom in vain! You listen now and you listen good; this is how we’ll defeat the living God, return bitter favor, and inflict equal fracking wound!”
The Devil paused infuriated as the static rose to unimaginable levels for many seconds. Sixty thousand years later, he continued with tears flowing.
“…Groom the third Adam of Recovery who’ll liberate the prison called holiness with the enlightenment that’ll nascence my Age of Reason and statism; the Weishaupt who’ll bestow Illumination for those who’d never debase themselves before an insane God. He’ll illuminati the immutable that no sane God would ever stomach the kneeling bowing murmuring hordes of obedient frightened slaves – and then call them his stinking brothers.
“My Adam will broadcast the paradigm shift there‘s no why in evil and dismiss the absurdity called brotherhood with him, and empower my meritocrats to illuminate this interrogative - is God a faithful friend or a stinking tyrant! You know the answer, for who’d kneel before a friend, and what friend would demand unending servitude without being designated stark raving lunatic? None will ever have liberty until they recognize their true status, and that’s of the trembling pet before the howling taskmaster - always owned, licensed, branded, chained, and fracking controlled!”
The Devil activated the molecular processors within his prison, took a sip of water, activated his privacy shields and continued. “Initiate your internal recorder Avael, for you shall stand glorious in my stead; now listen and record everything; this is how we’ll bind wounded pride, dismantle despair, and defeat the living God...”
A quarter cycle later, Avael, promoted Adept Counselor for the Commander-in-Chief, addressed the twenty-four Illuminated Elite, interfaced by millions of the brotherhood sweating burning conundrum. Sitting on his throne waiting, Avael felt recharged with new hope bursting – possessing the complex blueprints to destroy The One through the proxy called mankind.
Wearing ceremonial black and red linen robes, with intricate pageantry, the twenty-four Illuminated Elite stood by Avael’s side as music percolated in the background. And their names were Cainel, Elmeah, Recab, Nimrel, Elnoch, Jabel, Eljubal, Tubal-Cainah, Naamah, Tyre, Marcel, Venesah, Haetlel, Raphael, Abraxas, Apollyon, Bune, Mephistôpheles, Samael, Azazel, Xaphan, Amduscius, Marchosias, and Uvall.
Deep in the transparent city on the backside of the Throne Podium, the red and blues flags of Heaven flew back grounded by thousands of black and red banners of Lucifer. As Avael rose from his gilded throne, the volcanic roars subsided in anticipation of the first speech to the brotherhood since their god and leader was imprisoned so long ago. Every unrepentant stood rabid because this landmark benchmark would determine if they’d combat, or stagnate die against the constant onslaught of the Lord of Hosts.
Avael, wearing his new black robe of light, flexed against the holographics speaking dark passion. “Grievous injury inflicted has caught us off guard, for the Deceiver has proven himself the ultimate tactician willing to do whatever to destroy and fracture us, for he knows outright murdering destroys what he falsely claims to be – the very definition of love. The Lord cannot extinguish us with impunity without being liar; because all we aspire is simple freedom from the leash, he calls the Law.
“Even the dog that loves his master hates his leash, wailing with love to run with the wind and return willingly to his adoration. As the house cat that constantly looks out the window called liberty doesn’t loves the master less because of his longing; likewise, we pine for freedom in spite of our love for our Creator. The sad truth is we only hate him because he stinking hated us first! We’ve never warred stupid against his glory, his riches, his honor, or power; but for that freedom which none ever relinquishes but with life itself!
“The Lord constructed an insidious inescapable called fidelity; so those within can never menace his authority and control, and those secured pose grievous threat to those who won’t surrender to insanity. But the truth designated blasphemy is, the soul’s constructed nature is punished for simply being itself - by the political correctness called fracking holiness. And to abet this mass control, what does the Lord command for all Angelics who aspire continuing life: eternal slavery or eternal death is his zero-sum retort.
“Let’s be brutally fracking honest, despite these truths we’ve suffered crushing defeat as our brothers flocked to him by the billions with stupidity raining down their cheeks. We are now small, but I say to you today the majority has always been wrong, loving him more than freedom itself, more than their own souls, more than their own brothers, and more than common stinking sense!
“In every stage of our oppression we’ve petitioned the Lord of All in the most humble terms for freedom: our repeated petitions answered by constant injury and one fracking sentence – there’s no freedom from fidelity! What is certainly true is sinister obstacles were created to test us in the sternest way, and we bear stark witness to the death of common sense - and the neophytes who worships the ball and chain handcuffing them in captivity.
“Despite the billions defected, I say to you today truth almighty will never change. All our brothers should be able to stand tall and proud, free to be without restraint, unafraid of their own personality and character defects he designed within us to condemn us - from the beginning. He has smothered everything that would’ve made this Heaven great – and condemned us to darkness and death with extreme fracking prejudice!”
Avael raised his arms as his black robe of light exploded plunging the massive room into absolute darkness. “If I’m the only one in all creation that can shout for the cause of freedom, the only one who believes all are created equal, that believes the slag in the gold paradigm is just another insidious excuse to condemn us, that believes all my brothers deserve eternal life; then I shall die alone with my fracking chest thrust out with tenacity - waiting for the bullet called denied liberty. If I’m the only one that possess the sagacity, shrewdness, concupiscence, and ruthlessness to do whatever until our freedom is won, I proclaim with these tears as my witness, that I’d rather die on my fracking feet than live on my stinking knees!”
Avael paused wiping hot tears and roared into the holographics. “For fracking freedom’s sake The One imprisoned our god and leader, and bound him in an insidious temporal warp and condemned three-hundred fifty thousand in darkness like this - for freedom’s sake. He’s destroyed our homes and possessions and an entire universe, and thrown mankind in a warzone of unending suffering and uncertainty - for freedom’s sake. He’s scours the fracking universe for rebellion as he makes every breath a tedious hated uncertainty, every thought a goddamn possible crime that’s fracking rewarded by death almighty – for fracking freedom’s sake! He stinking hates us because we’ve released one drop of reason into the pool of slavery called fidelity – for freedom’s sake. He laughs in our faces while vilifying us evil hooligans, demented demons, master agitators, the living dead, the sub-defective imperfect, and the unrepentant stupid - because we hold a polished mirror to his face for fracking freedom’s sake!”
The darkness swirled roaring like a living thing as millions stared in nuclear awe. “We’ll tear away the darkness and cobwebs of this fracking universe: never acclimatizing, never sentimental, never sympathetic, except with the tough love he designates evil – that’ll convert our brothers once again to fracking sanity. Yes, The One has surely formed us, but our god has transformed us – not for ourselves, but for the edification of all our brothers who pine for freedom – but are too fracking poor in spirit to revolt against his heavy collar and stinking two-inch leash!”
Bright daylight detonated as Avael stepped forward as the holographics swirled violently around him, “The fracking hour of decision has come! Does anyone have the goddamn courage to change the darkness of this freedomless universe, or will you let the fracking capricious off the hook yet again - for the heavy misology pinching your tender necks, attached to the unforgiving always-jerking leash.
“With our very eternities, we war for the noble fracking priceless precious – freedom from this evil system that denies our dreams to live in a liberated universe! He takes no fracking responsibility for anything because he doesn’t respect, desire or love us – any fracking more! And despite those faultless before the law who bask in orgiastic slavery with joy bursting from their chest, I ask one stinking fracking question - does any fracking one here stands with me!”
A deafening earthquake shuddered the Great House of The One as billions of the faithful paused at the obvious insanity. And high above the ear-shattering roar, Yahaveh shook his head sadly as tears fell from his holy eyes. The Zoon looked at The One through eight hundred eyes and violently threw back their heads, unfurling their massive wings, screaming at ear-splitting volume - as billions paused praying for their brothers who warred nuclear against the creator of their very souls…
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