In The Beginning... how I became the Son.

VERY FIRST DRAFT


I was fascinated, curious, stunned, in LOVE with my creations;  the rythmn of planets filling with life and growing immense trees and stunning fauna and animals of every variation, many sentient.  He had no need to consider time passing.  No need to feel anything more than love for the creatures in the cosmos.   Closest to him is a planet, dubbed by his Son later, Heaven, covered in warm, blue salt water, ten to five feet, calm, with only the gentlest of movement.   One creature lived here, tubular, attatched to the ocean floor, a circle of blue, then purple, then blue again... waving slightly with the rythn of the ocean.   He looked at the creature and wondered what the creature was experiencing looking at Him.   Never occured to Him before to try to see the world as one creature, His view was so much more than any of them could ever comprehend.

He was surprised to find a mind different than His own inside the creature, and not surprised;  he knew this yet had never seen with the eyes of one of the creatures.  The being was ecstatic almost with the experience of being in the presence of Pure Love.   There was no denying a higher power to this creature, or what God represented.  The creatures on the planet loved one another with almost the same intensity they loved the God who filled their simple existence with the ultimate happiness, a coat of pure love from a God respected and wondrous who took delight in them.  

Other worlds were further from His face,   the huge brown circle covered in lightening, surrounded by seven other circles in muted blues, grays, browns...  all covered in the same yellow chaos of lightening zig zagging across the face.  All surrounded by what looked like green granite, marbled with white.  Emanating pure love and curiosity and creativity and.... creating and destroying over ad over again with planets, watching souls develop on the cocoon planets from which they would one day fly, as their progression went from flesh to soul.     The souls journeyed to see Him, instinctively followed the Love emanating in the cosmos.

On Heaven though there was no death, no danger of the planet dying, they had been created to last, essentially, forever.   From inside the creature, he found He could see the world as the one he called Son as He thought of him,  he could still not quite understand why a creature would be worship Him, an act He had never wished though he had seen countless religions reaching toward him with churches, and sacrifices and societies and....  These creatures had learned words, communication, not from their planet, where words were not used, images and experiences were given to the other creatures in whole...  but from their travels.   God had made them to know their souls could travel out thru the cosmos.

'My son, your question....'
The son acknowledged in his mind that he had a question, and without asking God answered.  "The planets have to end, to release the souls.  They will all cry out for release of their pain, and for me to take away death itself.  All planets end."

God sensed the creature was displeased with His answer.   He was surprised that He had even taken up the idea of seeing Himself through this creature, let alone that the paradise He lived within could be criticized.  God saw all and knew there were planets in great crises, filled with slaves and murderers and... conquers and the conquered, the survival instinct, the one constant in all the creatures across the cosmos,, came out in the most peculiar, and usually destructive manners.

The creature who had never known pain in himself, asked, "I want to ease their pain.  Answer their prayers.  Show them not to fear the end, the inevitable, ever ready to come, end.   I would that you created them all like ours, and death was no more."

'You are what you are...  they are what they are.  Your soul is on the surface of your flesh, no doubts of my love could ever enter your mind, as you know it does the further they are from me.  I would like to tell them I don't care."

God could see where the creatures' question led, had always known this moment would happen, as all moments were happening to Him at once.  The Son would ask to be able to be more than a watcher, to become these creatures.  To live with them.  Learn the ways of their generations as the lives passed thru their brief stint on a planet. 

"They are lost.  They do not know about you.  They live telling lies to themselves about you.   You can see this, you know...   What I will ask."
"You wish to be the answer to their prayers.  To shape their view of me, to bring solace to flesh that exists ...   and is gone...  become soul."   God seeing the cosmos thru the limited view of the Son could see a slowing of time, a moment of focusing entirely on a place...  instead of experiencing all at once, a sight/experience beyond word, beyond defining each stroke of the canvas.

No more words were spoken.  I AM became.  The pain drew me as much as the Love of God drew the souls to Him.   His immense size makes God visible from distances unmeasurable to humyns, where they became perfectly still, pure experience, curiosity, encased in the love and trust and knowing all was never for naught...  the Presence of God a reward mocking any other pleasure in the imagination of all of the creatures in creation....

I know of time as always happening.  The only way I can see in the linear perspective is to become the Son of man, on this planet..  or another animal.  Or a plant.  Or a rock that over a million years dissolves on an ocean edge.   Lately humans, with the rise of consciousness, have been my focus, the other souls on the planet were plant and animal, and had never left the genetic tracks laid out by the Lord, never lost the idea that there was more to them, an electricity, a soul, sensed from one to another, that would live on...  each kill meant a release, not a mourning...  unless the kill was a creature emotionally attached, another survival instinct for breeding.

I see humans as more animalistic than they see themselves.  I have too recent seen them covered in hair barely able to advance out onto the plains from the trees that they lived within, high in the branches, more monkey than man.   I see humyns from the first moment they began to use their minds for other than hunting, sex, play, affection and sleep. Religions began to arise, trying to explain that death was meaningful, to bandage the emotional wounds of losing another tribe member.  Breeding and dying at rapid rates, ravaged by diseases, wars, poverty...  prosperous, happy, peaceful, loving...  wherever I look on the planet I see an entirely different scene.


I am here to once more shepherd the sheep, who have been infested with predators,   wearing the air of a good flock, while planning a massacre.   The Mission this time is the one which I have tried to prepare hymans for since the beginning of time.  Every flood of a town seemed like the end of the world to the superstitious folk who for most of humynkind's existence dominated their consciousness.  Every generation had a preacher saying the end was coming, projecting their own death onto everyone in the tribe.

Most of History only during periods of hysteria have people believed the world was about to end.  Due to my being displayed to the public by those who discovered the young boy who started growing wings  I caused a sensation across the world when they announced me.  Some thought I was an alien, and a UFO appeared over Ohare in 07 the weekend this started -- look it up.  Most of my story is true.  Only a few stories and most names are left out to protect the innocent and the not so innocent, per our agreement, which I am compelled by my nature to keep, though I must write my sermons.

There will be those who are comforted by my words and presence.   Others will remember only the harm and mayhem that surrounded my life.  Hated.  I understand why.  I accept that they hate an imaginary me in their minds.   I once hated God as well, as  a Human, wrote athiestic tracts criticizing brutally all religions, and jokingly writing about a basically made up animosity for a comedy concite, but also a hot anger that the faith that had brought me such comfort, the prayers that had brought peace to my sould for most of my life, now seemed like a stupid waste of time when they occured to me, as some problem overwhelmed me and kept me awake in the night.

This is typical of many of the lives I lead.  Change is fought by those in power.  Small changes brought up in the halls of power would be the way I would prefer to accomplishment my mission, but in this time of world wide communication, I find the only real tool that would work, and of course, of course, this is where God has placed me.  THE HALLS OF POWER ARE RANCID AND CORRUPT, A DEN OF THEIVES WHO LEGALIZE THEIR CRIMES. 

This is not always the case, but it is systimatic in the country where I begin my life as the God of Many Masks... I prefer just to be called Scott in this life.   Jesus was Jesus, a creation of His time, a preacher with a certain mission, to introduce the idea of creating other Holy books based on the good the Jews had learned, while also throwing out the old salt that the rich rabbi's clung to, making the temples a mockerty of money making and free meat for the fat rulers of their theocracy, complete with courts for Jews, who were sworn to never talk about another Jews' crimes to the Goyim.   

They expected their messiah to lead a war, take over the world, and install them as the Chosen people, even as they act in vile manners, Israel, that make me forsake you... and indeed, fight you toe to toe after your attacks on Christian, and history of slaughtering your enemies in mass, such as the 82 percent Jewish Bolsheviks in Russia, who took a particular pleasure in butchering Christians, from 120 million to 160 million, dwarfing what Hitler did to them, and terrifying the world.

I cannot stereotype.  No religion or race or sex or...  can make me see you as other than souls.   I am not as concerned with human deaths as you are, though I do not like them and grow very, very mean if the person is close to me.  This I have in common with all, yet only a few others know the history of humyns enough to realize the blood we have spilled, and this was my life to be in the center of a war, where many died, and some because I thought I knew what to do, ordered brutal measures, the monster hunter gone native.


Since that moment I have traveled the planets where life was becoming conscious enouogh to ask the question, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DIE?   The soul asks this question all over the cosmos.   He did not realize at first that God, out of concern for Him, made the Son a mercy killer.   Taking out planets before the horrorible shortages, environmental, invasion, whatever was coming in their future if God did not take some action.  Most often God was too distant from the pain of creation to be aware of it anymore than one billionth bit of a thought,  thru the eyes of the Son, He could feel what the cratures felt... 

God is not I and I am God.  A difficult sentence to serve up.