On the subject of Angels, and The Satan...
This may not be something to take so seriously, but it might be food for thought.
I don't like the "it's all in the past" attitude, to ideas about things. I believe we can still think about it. I believe that what happens might still hold some value, and meaning, building off of things. I at least think, to neglect what is out there, and perhaps relevant, is like sin.
In my own life, I didn't take "angels" very seriously, or didn't really think about them, as literal. I never knew. I met someone, though, who said she had communication with them. Admittedly, I did not quite "believe" her, but I didn't discount her, because I wanted to get into her pants... for one. For one. I let the ideas play in my mind. And, I guess I did have a book about Angels, before, called "Angels: An Endangered Species"... But I guess I shouldn't mention that it was 23 dollars, either. Haha. Or stream my consciousness too much into this. I will try to get to the point.
I wasn't much "into" believing anything. I had formulated my own ideas as to what things "are". But then, I found, that her beliefs were not in conflict. This was a height in my recognition of "Angels"- my meeting her. Within one year, on 1/22/2010, a day shy of one year after this girl who brought "Angels" to my consciousness again, and the day she moved into the place where we spent time together, this movie came out. It involves Michael, The Archangel, coming to defend a girl, who was pregnant, from a hoard of possessed people, and not "demons", but "Angels". This child of hers, was supposed to be like the new Christ, or something. And the possessed people, were not possessed by demons, according to Michael, but by Angels.
The Angels- This "Legion", were led by Gabriel, who had orders from God to kill this child, before it could be born. Michael... Michael either disobeyed, or was directed to fight, in her protection. So these two highest Angels, Fire and Water (and other things), were fighting against one another.
It was all rather confusing. Or could be.
But in the beginning, of the religions that brought about Angels (well to argue, their roots did come before, but were funneled into), Abraham was instructed by God, to sacrifice his son. Then an Angel, comes and tells him not to? I mean... WTF? And we are supposed to follow this bullshit? Fucking seriously?
I mean, this was the beginning. I mean really!? Really!
So please, don't tell me you know what the fuck is going on. It's all one. And God is a schizophrenic. At least what we see of him.
Then, there was another thing in the stream of consciousness of events that came about, right around this time of that movie's (Legion's) release. There was another story presented, easily, for me to see, in the form of another movie, released on red-box, to perhaps ride the wave of another Angel movie. It was a Australian film called "Gabriel". In this one, "Gabriel" is the good guy, and Michael has gone to some Earth of sorts, or it is purgatory. And heaven and hell fight for the souls of it. But Michael, in this, turns out to be Samael, who although might not be the Satan, I guess he is frequently mistaken for him, or has been said that he is... And in this, he was the top bad guy. This film, again, pits Michael and Gabriel against one another.
Now, why does this happen? Why would these stories exist? And why did God tell Abraham to kill his son, but also send this messenger, to say not to? Why? I mean, it's pretty, excuse my cool ass language, fucked, if you ask me. And I don't trust any of it. I might use it. I might use it- the experience of recognizing "Angels" and a movie about it coming out a year after, just about exactly, and a year after the one who brought me there, moved in to the place where we talked... I might use that... But I'm not listening. I'm not listening. I'm not listening. I'm not listening... At least, not to what you say. I mean I am, but I am weighing it all against myself. And I am trying to trust my own instinct. My own inner voice. Not some fucking written word of another, as if it were written in some unbreakable stones. I mean... And once again, there's so much confusion, I do take the words- all of them, and everything, into account, and try to find how they are relevant, but I have a hard time trusting. And I'll try to use my mind, and if God ever tells me to sacrifice someone like that, I will say, "no", or maybe even "fuck you".
I don't have a conclusion to this extraction, yet.
I have a "thing" with the number 23. You might have a thing, or not, for the color blue, or purple polka-dot panties, or the number 42. But for me, I like 23 (not that I don't like purple polka dot panties, or blue). This is going back, touching on the beginning. The first book I bought about Angels had "2300" on the sleeve, as the recommended price for it. And the girl who brought me to "Angels", again, her last name was "Price", eh? Eh. Yes. You, could not say it definitely couldn't be. I'm saying, it could. Not that this is really the most important thing, right now. ...I met her on 23rd day, of 2009, omitting personal details, and the movie, the one to come out one year after, the first number presented in it is 23rd (well, December 23rd, and 2010, maybe, so 12/23/10. 12 might also be seen as something, and something might be taken from it, and 10, and every number has relevance somewhere, to something/someone, but I have a certain bias to see it, I guess (but why the bias?)), as the date, being two days before Christmas, before the invasion of Angels took place, to kill the new "Christ", or savior, who saved the world, again. God wanted to kill the people, because he was pissed, again. Vengeful asshole. I mean who is he taking vengeance on? GOD IS A SCHIZOPHRENIC (though, not really, but yes, according to a definition of schizophrenic it comes from "split-mind". We just assign the word to people who are mentally ill... But really, the literal translation is much more broad, and might include you, me, Jesus, God, the nature of "reality/"realities" itself, perhaps- I don't know). And psychotic, sometimes.
And God is good, and glorious, and graceful.
I see synchronicity and angels as with one another, not that either directly implies everything about the other, but not that it doesn't. But then, an "Angel" is a "messenger", and synchronicity and seeing "signs" and reading messages aren't at all far apart. But in these instances, I felt synchronicity. In the movie, "Legion", there's a character named "Jeep", who tries to protect this girl. He's good at fixing cars, and making things, one of the things Michael has been associated with... The fixing of electronics/machinery, and things. Well, on the way to see this movie, stopped at a stop light, I turn I look to my left to see a Jeep (pre-movie) and some fellow inside, who does this strange expression, to me. I hadn't seen and didn't know much about the movie. I was going in part because of the timing, and relevance with it. The guy, had a strong resemblance to this actor, who played "Jeep", in the movie. Perhaps I can't explain this, but it all fell together, for me. One might argue that I myself, am crazy, and schizo, for feeling so close to these things, but I can say that so many people out there have two arms, two legs, two eyes, and similar bodies, and there are many people who look so close, and who have the same jobs, and who do the same things. There are many sames, and many differences, and on levels variations of all of that, within. We are all in God's image, and we move through God's moving image. The relevance of movies, and anything you see, should not be discounted- the possibility of it. God wants to be close, to us.
I don't know, I guess I am preparing for battle, with these words, because I am so used to it. Thanks, if you don't want to fight me. But this was an experience. I related with characters. Stories seemed to reflect my life... Or we reflected the same image.
But back to the point, it's confusing. There's not just "darkness and light", with a line dividing it. There are a lot of lines. And even we are created with two sides. And I guess this might just be one, as many as it might be, or might have fallen to.
Now time to humble myself. Probably.
