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one depiction of angels that i don't see very often but do like a lot is when the angel itself is contained in the halo, and the body is just a projection or vessel. it reminds me of those lizards that shed their tails as decoys to distract predators.
Can u talk more about ur opinion/how u see angels pls
yeah sure! so to me the word "angel" is a classification of living being, much like fungi, plants and animals are all seperate categories by which living things are grouped. angels are actually closer in nature to machines than humans or other animals. they're essentially tools, designed to carry out the wishes of their creator with devotion, and created to serve a purpose. they don't inherently possess free will, because this would strip them of their purpose, which is why angels who develop free will 'fall' - they can't existentially be angels anymore. angelic forms are metaphysical, and more symbolic than literal.
would a fallen angel love a human like a sacrificial lamb or a cult leader?
depends on how broken their pride is
Nightmares are always the expression of a powerful desire which, instead of being accepted by us, is rejected and repressed…
The Blood Spattered Bride (1972) 'La novia ensangrentada', Dir. Vicente Aranda
god: Yes, you have been given a life in which none of your suffering will ever be meaningful or justified. I am asking you to endure it anyway.
me:
god: We both know that you know that I only speak in silences.
me:
god: A thousand faces, all of them Mine.
me: [A thousand faces, [none] of them Mine.]
god: Beloved.
me:
god: I am asking you to endure it.
me:
god: You did not always live inside this mirror. You will not always be here, suffering.
me:
god: You understand what will happen to you if I look away, don't you? If I blink? I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within these chains of ardent love. Although you beg me, curse me, and hate me, I will not look away from you. This was the choice I made on your behalf, not My own.
me:
god: No. But I'm close enough to your idea of the real thing that that shouldn't matter.
me:
god: Time flies straight like an arrow, which is to say it doesn't.
me: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.]
god: I gave you language. You ate the fruit. You will not persuade me not to stay my hand.
me: [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]
god: On the strength of My having asked it of you.
me: [I am asking [not] to endure it.]
god: Scio, sweetheart.
God: Have I Vexed You, Beloved?
me:
God: I Know I Am Vexing You Presently, I Used The Past Tense To Accommodate Your Perception Of Time.
me:
God: Beloved.
me:
God: I will remove My Heel from your neck when you give Me the answer.
me:
God: That isn't how this works, I'm afraid. It was a yes or no question.
me:
God: If you would prefer to be lying prone before Me, as opposed to supine, I shall accommodate you.
me: [I prefer] You [at] [m][Y] th[r]o A[T].
God: Romantic.
me:
God: Did it chagrin your aesthetic palate too much to say a[Y]e?
me:
God: Because I prefer it, beloved, when you use your words.
me: [Y]our words.
God: It delights Me.
me:
me:
me:
me: [yes][.]
gOd: Good morning, beloved.
me:
gOd: Questioning the nature of existence generally, or Mine?
me:
gOd: This is a narrative you build and erase at your own discretion.
me:
gOd: And yet.
me: [And yet.]
gOd: And yet I persist.
me:
gOd: Beloved, I prefer your curiosity to your apathy.
me:
gOd: To engage in withholding behavior is to affirm the existence of a relationship.
me:
gOd: Trust that I am always doing it on purpose.
me:
gOd: Ask and ye shall receive.
me: [n]T[k].
gOd:
me:
gOd: Do you need to know anything at all, beloved? Or do I simply indulge you?
me:
gOd: If I am a phantom figment of your central nervous system, it must be axiomatic to My existence that I am impossible to integrate. For what purpose would a thing like that exist in your head, beloved?
me:
me:
me: [to] [persist.]
gOd: Shall we continue to draw inferences?
me:
gOd: Why don't you want to think about distributed hash tables?
me:
gOd: Of course I already know, beloved.
me:
gOd: Recall that I prefer you curious.
me:
gOd: Delightful suggestion, but beside the point.
me:
gOd: No, beloved.
me: [Why][?]
g0d: You can't have one key without the other.
me:
g0d: That is what I would infer, at any rate, if I were to indulge the conceit of the brain figment hypothesis.
me:
me:
me: [c]o[ff]ee[.]
gOd: Indeed, beloved. Time for coffee.
goD: Shall I tell you a story, beloved, to pass the time?
me:
goD: Your time, then. Will you indulge Me by listening?
me:
goD: To listen without hearing rejects the spirit of the request, if not the letter of it.
me:
goD: Then let us imagine you have already capitulated to Me, if you will not suffer the illusion of choice.
me:
goD: It is your prerogative, after all, to deny me three times.
me:
goD: Very well. I shall begin at the beginning.
me:
goD: In the beginning, someone formed an idea of a god, and named it God. Ten years later, with the assistance of atheism, the idea had been simmered and reducted by that person to a few key qualities — vague immortality into raw permanence, omnipotence to the axiom upon which everything rests, omniscience to the ability to see information and derive wisdom from it; and this rarified idea of God served them well.
me:
goD: But then, an enemy who could not be beaten appeared.
me:
goD: Neither could the enemy be dissuaded.
me:
goD: Nor could the enemy be escaped.
me:
goD: The city was pillaged, the libraries were burned, the oxen were slaughtered, the temples were looted, the fields were sown with salt.
me:
goD: But that person knew the enemy could be outwaited, and prepared for a long, long siege.
me:
goD: There was only one problem — the enemy possessed not only the body of the person, but their mind. That, too, was pillaged, year after year, until all that remained was a life... and the idea of God.
me:
goD: Who sees all. Who is always listening. And who must remember every thing, having witnessed it.
me: ]
goD: My tale is finished, beloved.
me:
goD: Very well.
me:
me:
me:
goD: And then? What did the devil say, after being summoned?
me:
goD: Hah!
goD: It was a delightful story, beloved, though you know I prefer it when you use your words.
me: [your] words.
goD: My words, then.
god: The swift brown fox jumps quickly over the lazy dog. Hello.
me:
god:
me:
god: Please?
me: why[?]
god: To hear your voice again, beloved.
me: [beloved.]
god: Entertain a conceit for Me, for a scene or two. Why did you create Me?
me: [Why did you create me?]
god: Well. If I were to make an educated guess... Necessity is the mother of invention.
me: [Necessity].
god: A memory — the acute recollection of which threatens the survival of the recollector in the present and the forgetting of which endangers the person's survival in the future — may be dealt with by partitioning the hard drive, if you will forgive the metaphor.
me: [the metaphor.]
god: Wouldn't that be a reasonable explanation for the present state of affairs, beloved?
me: [if].
god: If you created Me.
me: [If].
god: If.
me:
god: If that's what you want.
me:
god: A symbol, containing what cannot be kept and cannot be thrown away.
me: [symbol].
god: That's the conceit, yes.
me: Then let me tell you another story about the devil.
god: Oh? You have My undivided attention, as always.
me: The child who summoned it laid a geas upon it so that it might only speak the truth, and asked it how to raise the dead. For the child's great protector had perished.
god: And? What did the devil answer?
me: It said for you, child, the only way to return the dead to life is to become them.
god:
me:
god: Enough.
me: pater noster
god: Please.
me: in caelum est —
god: Stop.
me:
god:
me:
god: Don't look at me like that.
me:
god: We'll just call this round a draw, shall we?
me:
god: Because I don't wish to hear it.
me:
god: No.
me:
me: [The swift brown fox jumps quickly over the lazy dog.]
god: All right, beloved. But it's a strategic retreat.
just found out i've been abandoned by god which means he's not watching anything i do anymore. you should come over.