His
origin is none existent as is his finiteness.
Living
Giving Hope Truth.
LIGHT.
He
was the giver of life and the genesis of all existence. His name was Elohim,
the eternal creator. He was The Light and he was The Spirit. He was the great
Deity manifested in trinity. There was none like him. His majesty and supreme
power, parallel to none, was manifest in his abode, Zion. Here he dwelt with
the winged spirits; the guardians, servants of Elohim.
Zion
was at the peak of peace. Paradise knew no anarchy until one guardian broke the
code. The zenith of perfect harmony was about to collide with the birth of
chaos.
“Gather round sons of The Light. I possess news of
great tidings!”
It
was a first. Lucifer summoned the guardians to himself. He stood at the foot of
Mount Zion, calling his fellow winged brothers to gather in the Mercy field.
The field extended out into the horizon stretching the green grass to
confluence with the colored skies. Seven golden pillars crafted by Elohim
himself stood majestically in this field, shooting from the ground penetrating
the air to the skies of Zion. From a distance they bore resemblance to sharp
shafts of light descending from Elohim’s throne. Their heights were impossible
to tell. No guardian had flown past the end of them. It was yet another mystery
of Elohim that intrigued every guardian that flew past the Mercy field. These
pillars mirrored his nature. He was without end. The pillars arched around a
colossal crystal mass of sapphire. The great rock that seemed dwarf-like in
height in comparison to the golden pillars glimmered with the blue color of
heaven. This was Mount Zion; the hummock of God.
Lucifer
orbited the base of the pillars running his hands past the immaculate
workmanship of his creator. He knew that his call was hard to resist, even
ignore. He was not only a chief guardian but also the bearer of light and the
melody of Elohim. Lucifer’s power held such captivation in Zion. To refuse to
answer would be utter madness. He opened his mouth and from his chamber of
musical artisanship, he emitted the sweetest euphony ever heard among the
guardians. Song was the Maker’s
gift to this chief guardian; to make music and melody in praise of Elohim, The
Light and the Spirit.
Lucifer
the light bearer sang his spirit out on that day. Little did he know that this
would be his last harmony. The guardians thronged from every stretch of Zion.
He was awe-struck at their infinite number. They kept pouring in unceasingly.
They perched on the pillars like flies on a sugar cube throwing their attention
on the guardian that had summoned them. Lucifer smiled at them. He doubted they
would all arrive in time for his declaration. Still, patience was the only way
to introduce to the sons of The Light his new doctrine.
By
the thousands and the hundreds of thousands did guardian after guardian teem
into the Mercy field. There was no measure to their capacity. They were
innumerable as the sands by the seashore. Lucifer smiled to himself as the
numbers trickled in. The more he addressed the better.
In
no time, the full citizenry of Elohim’s Zion stood before Lucifer. He gazed at
their beauty. The radiance on their bodies shimmered brightly, evidence of
their exposure to The Light. He was reflected in the guardians. Lucifer knew
that these spirit beings adored Elohim and would do anything for him. After
all, he was the reason for their very being. After today, their adoration would
be shared. He would make sure of it. He had taken in this sight several times but
even now it still awed him.
He
looked at the multitude of guardians that he charged and inspired to sing.
Their allegiance to his ministry was key in all this. He would take advantage
of it. They would listen to him, as they always did.
The
buzz among the guardians revealed that they were not cognizant of this
gathering. Why had Elohim summoned? Was he about to reveal the master plan he
kept talking about? Was this the day the guardians were introduced to the
Perfect Creation? If he was, where was he? The Light always spoke for himself.
Or was Lucifer given a message to convey? The atmosphere reeked of confusion.
Lucifer
raised his right hand and a hush blanketed the myriad. It began like a wave
from the front and grew tremendously and steadily like a tidal wave to the very
last guardian at the rear. He stretched out his wings and took flight. He
circled a section of the multitude that stood before the pillars, smiling
satisfactorily. The numbers were enough. Still, he could tell that this was not
all, but it sufficed for today’s purpose. He landed on the nearest ledge of
Mount Zion, where Elohim loved to stand. He looked up the sapphire crystal
mountain and received fresh energy. This would soon be his.
His
garments gave him the appearance of a god from the position he stood. The
colorful stones adorned on this music king were enough to drive admiration out
of a staunch hater. He was the very essence of beauty. Yet in all his beauty,
his voice was the cherry on the cake. If his voice were a gemstone, pearls
would amount to rubble. Gold would amount to asphalt. He spoke and like
clockwork he captivated the myriad. They listened. To ignore the voice would be pure insanity. When he was sure that he had their undivided attention, he spoke.
“Guardians of The Light, I Lucifer, salute
you.”
The
sea of guardians raised their wings in response to the salutation. In unison,
they withdrew them and began talking among themselves. One guardian in the forefront
silenced the hubbub.
“What is the meaning of this Lucifer? Why did
you summon us?”
Lucifer
looked at the myriad and found the bearer of the voice. He looked into the
throng and witnessed one of the guardians rising into the air.
“Abiel, good friend, nice to see you.”
“Lucifer, our obeisance to The Light is delayed
by this. Speak.”
Lucifer
loved the tenacity in this guardian. The work of Elohim was astounding. His
spirit dwelt among these myriad, manifesting the uniqueness in each of them.
Each was dear to the maker. However, he did speak of creating one in his own
image. One who would be loved more than the guardians.
The
Perfect Creation.
The
guardians waited to see the perfect creation that The Light had been so
passionate about. Yet he did not reveal it. He spent spans of time creating
sparkling stones and rumbling balls of fire. He strewed them over the emptiness
and created a wonder he called the Universe. The guardians visited the Universe
daily, awe-struck at the creativity. Pictures, words and songs fell short of expressing
their wonder and amazement. Even the songs that Lucifer sang in sweetest tones
could not express the wonder and greatness of this great being.
Elohim
was who he was. The eternal Creator. Not a single day in Zion did The Light not
expand The Universe. His words echoed in the ears of the guardians each time
they saw the vast expanse.
I will make my Perfect Creation in my
own image. All this is for him to discover.
The
wonder of Elohim caught the guardians when he finally created the dwelling home
of this Perfect Creation. In the vastness of the Universe, The Light placed a
tiny crumb on the farthest corner of the Universe. He called it Earth Prime.
No
one understood why the Maker made the abode of the Perfect Creation so small.
It would be impossible to discover the Universe. Elohim’s response was still
fresh in all the guardians’ minds.
It is my glory to conceal and for
the Perfect Creation to discover it.
The Light placed
life on Earth Prime. The dinosaurs were his favorite. He fashioned them in
varied sizes- from the one foot tall compsognathus to the thirty foot
megalosaurus. The beautiful archaeopteryx to the agile pterosaur. He spoke and
the words of his power made the mammoth and the ant, the saber-tooth and the
rat, the mole and the flying squirrel, the centipede and the squid. Earth prime
teemed with life in the water, life in the air and life in the trees.
The guardians
strolled in the lush world of Earth Prime. They knew it was the prepared home
for the Perfect Creation; Elohim’s masterpiece beauty. The Perfect Creation had
not yet been created. He would be the envy of every guardian. As Elohim poured
life into himself, in the trinity, giving and loving, so would he do to the
heart of the Perfect Creation. Whatever awaited him was to leave him with bated
breath. Perfect Creation was a bride in waiting and Elohim the groomsman had
prepared the home and honeymoon.
These
were the reasons that made the guardians adore The Light. He was most high.
They were his sons and his subjects and no day was a new day without the
creativity of this eternal Creator.
However,
one guardian could stand it no more. He wanted more.
“I am aware of this Abiel. I ask you to
exercise patience with my message. But before I begin, where are my brothers,
the Cherubs?”
Lucifer’s
question was answered by a band of guardians that entered the mercy field,
soaring above the myriad. They were more elegantly garbed than the myriad.
Sashes of gold were their trademark. They wore garments similar to Lucifer’s
robe but less in glamour in comparison to his. Their faces radiated the very
light of Elohim. Their backs supported golden-plumaged wings that were
significantly bigger that the average guardian. These were elite guardians. The
chief task bearers of Elohim’s mandates.
“Here we are,” the Cherub at the lead
responded.
Lucifer
looked onto the approaching Cherubs with great admiration. To have them in this
would be legendary. They were high ranking and their approval would win over
the rest. The throng of Cherubs approached Lucifer and arched him on the scarp
of the crystal mountain
“Lucifer, what is the meaning of this summon?”
one Cherub on his right asked.
“My brothers,” Lucifer began, his eyes
transfixed on the Cherubs, “my fellow guardians,” he added turning to the
myriad.
“Today I do something new in Zion. Today I stand
here to give each of you a chance at supremacy you have never known.”
The
hubbub resurrected. Lucifer put it to sleep with a sweet euphony.
“Be still, my brothers.”
“Lucifer!” one of the Cherubs cried out, “What are
saying? All new comes from Elohim, The Light, his spirit.”
Lucifer
chuckled heartily. The musical tones that preceded his laugh were enchanting.
Anything that he would say after this would be accepted truth.
“Yes. Nevertheless, we all have been adorned
with diversity, have we not? Mine is to generate songs to usher worship. And I
speak in this regard. I sing a new song for Elohim to bask in. I am empowered
to create anew and raise it for you my dear sons of light to sing unto The
Light. Is this not?”
Nobody
objected. Silence was consent.
“My magnificence has opened my eyes to see
wisdom. I have developed another… newness.”
“Lucifer,” Abiel cried out, “you trifle time!”
“Patience, Abiel.”
A
Cherub on Lucifer’s right took to the skies and spoke in the hearing of every
guardian. Lucifer recognized him at once.
Michael.
“I agree with Abiel, our presence here must be
worth your words.”
Lucifer
sighed.
“Fine, only give me your ears.”
Abiel
and Michael resumed their positions and Lucifer took a step forward.
“It is time my dear guardians, that we had
another power in the celestial realm.”
A
murmuring began. Lucifer raised his hand again. This time, it did not do the
trick. The buzz was unstoppable. It grew to a great din. The Cherubs looked at
each other in inexplicable confusion. Who had heard of such a thing? What was
this new doctrine Lucifer was proposing? They hardly had time to debate as Lucifer
sang a few notes and the murmur died instantly. He seized their attention once
more.
“Elohim has hidden great treasures from us,”
Lucifer continued.
Rips
of laughter erupted in every direction.
“Of course he has,” responded Abiel above the
laughter. “He is Elohim! He is in the heavens he does as he pleases.”
“You fail to understand Abiel. You fail to
understand, all of you!” Lucifer cried.
The
laughter dissolved in Lucifer’s tone. There was something about it. Something
sinister. Something so provoking that it melted the humor into somberness. The
annoyance in his words weighed heavily.
“Elohim has betrayed us!”
“Lucifer!” Michael challenged, spreading out
his wings. “Tread wisely!”
“I tread wisely Michael. In fact I have seen an
opportunity for you Cherubs and myself to lead these great guardians into an
epoch of enlightenment.”
A
second Cherub took to the air.
“What enlightenment?” he demanded.
“How he has the ability to create. Why he gives
without expecting. The mystery behind the end of these very pillars and about
this Perfect Creation he keeps referring to! The Perfect Creation is a
replacement of us! Can you not see it?”
“Lucifer enough!” Michael cried flying to the
ledge. “You will have the sons of Elohim, believe in this heresy? Know you not
that Elohim is light and in him is no darkness at all.”
A
chant of celebration filled the air at Michael’s words. However, it was not the
full myriad that raised their voices in exultation. Lucifer knew the full power
of the guardians’ voices and that was not it. It was working.
He
turned to address the myriad.
“If what Michael says is true, then why won’t
Elohim share his power?”
“Because he is who he is,” one guardian shouted
from the throng. “Are you not satisfied with all your greatness?”
Michael
smiled. The sons knew their Father. He pointed at the myriad.
“That is truth, Lucifer!”
“Truth is that I am at a position to give you
enlightenment if you choose to follow me in this quest.”
“Be warned!” another Cherub cried, “Elohim
cannot be mocked. Stand your ground guardians.”
A
dead and ominous silence prevailed. Rebellion was brewing within the hearts of
many. It seemed too hopeful to say Lucifer had lost. One guardian is all it
took and the domino effect would be set in motion.
“What kind of enlightenment Lucifer?” one
guardian asked. “I would like to see if what you say is true.”
Tension seized
the myriad. The Cherubs that stood on Lucifer’s right took flight. They were
clearly aggravated at the turn things were taking.
“Michael,” one
Cherub cried turning to the guardian citizenry. “Sons of The Light, this
presence is dangerous. Come!”
“But Metatron!”
“Now, Michael!”
Michael
flexed his wings and followed the Cherub without dispute. Multiple Cherubs
joined the rejection of Lucifer. It was clear that they were divided. Lucifer’s
influence had poisoned the elite. Yet he was just beginning. A number stood
their ground. Michael stared at Lucifer and the other Cherubs in utter
disbelief. This was not happening. To divide Zion’s allegiance was anarchy that
had never been perceived. He looked back. Hope was still alive in him. It died
as fast as it kindled.
Metatron
was right. The presence in mercy field today was dangerous. They departed.
-----------------------------------------
Elohim
stood by his throne, The Light and the Spirit with him. The ache in his eyes
was clear that the Maker was hurting.
“My Perfect Creation cannot suffer the fate of
this rebellion,” Elohim said. “He is too fragile.”
“A propitiation will be necessary,” the Spirit
said to Elohim and The Light.
“In his fragility, we will be his strength,”
The Light said.
“It would come to this eventually,” The Light
said. He sighed heavily and took a pause. “I will go.”
“This will cost me greatly,” Elohim said to The
Light, “But so be it.”
The cry of the Cherubs was heard a distance
off. The chief guardians flew past
the declamatory doors of the throne room and fell to their knees before Elohim,
The Light and The Spirit.
“Elohim!” one of the Cherubs cried out.
He
turned to face the chief guardians. His radiance was consuming. He stepped
closer and the guardians retreated, faces bowed down.
“Lucifer…” Michael began.
“I know,” The Spirit responded.
The
guardians raised their heads and looked at each other, befuddled. This response
was unexpected. He knew?
“Zion is soiled Elohim,” Metatron cried out.
Elohim
smiled. The Cherubs seemed un-amused. Lucifer was at the eve of rebellion and
the Creator was smiling. Did he really know? Michael was a bit unconvinced.
“Elohim. Lucifer has begun an uprising.”
Elohim,
The Light and the Spirit stepped from the throne.
“It is well,” The Light said.
At
that moment, the guardians appeared behind the Cherubs. They gathered in the
thousands and all knelt before their Maker. It was evident their numbers had
reduced. It seemed as if half the myriad was missing. The Cherubs looked to the
end of the throne-room until the last guardian knelt. These were the faithful
ones.
“Approach,” The Light said to the guardians.
The
heavenly beings obeyed and surrounded the throne. They looked toward the
throne-room doors and saw an unimaginable sight, a dark cloud. It encroached
the room in viscous motion. The cloud grew bigger. A second look at this cloud
and even the guardian at the farthest corner of the room could see what it was.
It was Lucifer and a vast army of guardians. The cloud settled to reveal the
full membership of Lucifer’s drove. The beautiful guardian at the forefront was
unmistakable.
Lucifer
stepped forward. There was something wrong with his appearance. It was plain, grey
and lacking radiance. It did not take a second look to tell what had happened.
The Light had left them. Their bodies lost their glow and the consequence of
their unification with Lucifer was evident. The shades had been birthed.
“Lucifer, darkness will not abide in light,” the
Spirit said, “Stand down.”
Lucifer
smirked at the Maker. His smile showed that he had grown weary and had waited
millennia for this moment. His rebellion was not birthed overnight. He had
stewed it for eons for this moment. He was not going to waste it in a single
command.
“I bring a balance, Elohim.”
“You bring lawlessness, O morning star,” the
Spirit replied. “I perceive violence in your heart. You plan to take my glory
by force.”
“Then share it! My beauty is to be adored is it
not?”
“Your beauty is my workmanship,” The Light
replied.
“I am most deserving among all guardians to
know as you know and share in your power.”
“You lust after glory. It is not to be shared.
I am Elohim.”
“I shall not stand down Elohim. My place is
upon the mount of assembly, among the stars of high heaven.”
“My spirit shall not contend forever, Lucifer,”
Elohim warned, “You have corrupted your wisdom for splendor.”
“My splendor is my wisdom!” Lucifer hissed.
“And who gave you the splendor light bearer? Is
it not I? Did I not clothe you with the color of Zion and every precious stone?
Did I not set you in finest gold when I created you? Is it not I who ordained
you as the mighty angelic guardian? Did I not give you access to the holy
mountain and walked you among the stones of fire? Answer me this and if you find
your desire unworthy, stand down.”
The
screaming silence was testimony to Elohim’s truth. High heaven looked onto
Lucifer for his reply.
“Yes, you did,” Lucifer began. “Yes you did,
but it is not enough! I am the most exquisite in your models of perfection. I
am second to be god and I shall have it.”
“Pride precedes a fall,” The Light said to
Lucifer, “And a haughty spirit before destruction. Take heed or your fire shall
consume you with your multiplication of iniquities.”
Lucifer
smirked. He turned his back on Elohim to face the rebels. Their allegiance was
strong. He whirled.
“This is not a game Elohim. Our request will
not fall on deaf ears.”
Elohim
looked at the rebellious Cherub. He remained intransigent, adamant. The pride
in his eyes spoke volumes. He was impervious to Elohim and he was not going to
retreat. Elohim glanced at the graying guardians. Pride had devoured their
devotion. They stood firm by Lucifer. Their allegiance was defined. They were
not with The Light.
“Those that are not with me are against me,” the
Spirit said firmly.
With
this, Elohim, The Light and the Spirit descended the steps of the throne and
confronted Lucifer. Lucifer had an attack formation ready. His greyhounds
lurched at their Maker but to no avail. Elohim was living energy. He was
walking power. The inordinate confidence of the rebels waned. The Cherubs and
the rest of the guardians rallied behind their Maker to attack their brothers.
War
broke out in Zion.
The
battle raged and it was clear that not standing with Elohim was to stand
against him. Lucifer and the shades faced imminent defeat. Lucifer’s shades
conjured a flame and blazed the battleground.
“Stand back!” Elohim cried to his guardians.
“The battle is mine.”
The
sons of The Light watched their Maker unleash his wrath. With a clap of his
hands, Zion quaked. His targets were all precisely hit. In the palm of his
hand, Elohim gathered the shades hurled them into their own fire. The shades
awoke, still persistent. It was their undoing.
“Know that I am GOD Lucifer!” Elohim bellowed!
“My glory I will not give to another!”
With
this, Elohim thumped the grounds of high heaven with immense potency. The
effect was unparalleled. The stars in the universe dimmed at the big bang. The
heavenly bodies quaked and reduced to clouds of dust. The streams of galaxies
dissolved to waste powder. The magnificent force exited Lucifer and the shades
into the chasm of the dying Universe. They consumed in burning fire as they
fell deep, headed right for Earth Prime.
“Elohim,” one guardian cried, “Earth Prime!”
“I know,” The Light replied.
“The life on it will despair.”
“I know.”
Lucifer
and the shades struck the atmosphere of Earth Prime. Their bodies gained faster
momentum from the force of gravity. As they fell deeper, the shades combusted
in high heat and landed on the surface of the planet. The impact was
tremendous. Earth Prime was holed. The effect engulfed the whole planet and the
crater incinerated unceasingly. Hades opened up its gates to receive its first
prisoners. The rebellion was thwarted. The opposition of good had just
commenced. Very slowly, ice began to creep over the surface of Earth Prime.
The
Spirit followed the trail of burning fire. He hovered over the surface of the
deep and stared at the detritus of the destroyed planet. All the creatures, the
plants and the beauty gone.
And
the Earth was formless and desolate.
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Elohim
turned to the guardians. A wordless expression on the Maker’s countenance spoke
his heart.
It
was time to create the Perfect Creation. Elohim looked from on high and spoke
in the hearing of all Zion.
“Let there be light.”