The Arc Ohm

Flight school teaches newly winged angels to master the principles of ultimate balance and alignment of form in preparation for flight. At this school, few words are used, for the encouragement of telepathy, music, vocal instrumentation, and dancing, as main methods of communication. These universal languages are said to break down barriers. All of the professors here are felines, fancy cats that each have a distinctive quality of personality based on their subject of mastery. The great cats teach the angels to fly because they are the ones who know not only what it has meant to be a fallen angel, to be reduced to dirt in becoming one of the rat race, but also, then learning to rise up and above into greatness as supreme kings of earth and leaders of the course of evolution. Students graduate in stages from entry level of being Birds, then on to learning the secret of Bees, and finally to the becoming of a Butterfly. The highest level to be attained within this school and of this world is that of the Butterfly.

The Grand Arc

We were playing fairy games of dances in the garden amongst the fliers and the flowers.  the serene meadow was near a pristine body of running water.  She danced and leapt over to me on the tips of her toes and twirled.  with out-stretched arms and the bow of gracious virtue, she embraced the pure fluid within her cupped hands, and reached to the heavens.  Suddenly, she released the grip of her grasp and the water fell from the clear sky, like a fountain of sprinkling spries.  She then looked into me with clear and welcoming eyes that glittered with radiance, and her effervescent smile was as bright as the sun that lights the abounded celestial horizons.

Aged gracefully, like a fine wine of the vineyard, and of the most aromatic fragrant mists in the oxygen of the fresh breezing winds as they blow within her garden, constantly, she is refreshed by the supply of the good green grapes to filler her cup with.  She vigilantly whispers as the voice of the wind, precise instructions to her methodic remedy, as the recipe for refinement of aesthetic perfection.  One can only give what one owns and knows to distribute accordingly.  She is the superb distinction.  Pure, she is the rainmaker.  Timeless is her wisdom.  Her art is golden like the antique chalice of her blessed virgin vessel. 

Her window, in the image of a woman standing upon a tall and pointed pillar, show that her arms are outstretched to her delicate finger tips in the shape of the magical oh chi circulation of energy. The golden yellow glow as the aura of the sun that lives within her shines in to greet her and surrounds the silhouette of her rainbow coloured body of flower petals that extend below her hips and act as a foundation from which her transparent wings found just below her shoulders extend upward and outward in preparation for the transcendance (trans-en-dance).

Her long neck holds her head high, as she carries the crown of time, the wisdom of the changing moon, and the enlightenment of the sun.  Her days are green, as she sees only the goodness of the earth.  An open heart and open mind meet to match her open arms that are outstretched to welcome the children into her prismatic aura of vibrant rainbow glows.  On the blades of either shoulder sits the pair of reflective stars that sit in polarity within the heavens.  One of the east and one of the west are her counterparts.  The stars amongst her are mobile, in motion, with gusts of electricity behind them, as though filled with surges of lightning energy.  They are being fired upward and together, toward a collision in the center of her crown, where they meet in perfect harmonic balance of syncronicity.

Like an open door to a world of windows, she infinitely expands the dimension of the realm by which we exist through the reciprocation of the one truth.  Open to accept that which is coming, in faith and hope and love, she is the symbol of the water that flows and brings with it new life, washing away the remains of death, as the water flows to become an opening toward the coming of the birth of a greater day.  She shows that truly we are all one being boundlessly interconnected by the ray of light within us as unique entities expressing the one being that we are. 

She is a symbol of positivly conductive energy toward the ongoing influence of an inspired creativity, representative of a unified people toward the common objective of expressing the beauty of the universal truth by which and for which we have all been created.  It is the overcoming of all obstacles as her arms outstretch up to te boundless heavens, and gives hope for life and light and love in the flow of energy in this window of water.  In this way, we all stand to become free, as we establish a unity in order to serve the purpose of that freedom.  It is because of this truth that we have established a central home based from which to dwell, and it is because of this reality that we are inspired to magic, in the flow by which we are called one. 

Masters of the Arc

The Arc Ohm: Academy of Wings
School of Flight for the Elevations of Birds Bees and Butterflies
House of the Order of Holy Cats: Masters of Flight

Master of the Birds
Erna Tiy: Zen master of meditation and minimalism
Purist of the Body (With Spirit and Mind)
Blue (Water/Nest)
Of the Stars (Bronze Level)
Long flowing Garments of neutral color
Lesson: To Understand the Legacy of the Fallen Stars, and Learn to Rise above

Master of the Bees
Raj Hion: Scientific thinker and strategist of logic
Purist of the Mind (With Body and Spirit)
Yellow (Earth/Hive)
Of the Moon (Silver Level)
Structured Stripes, Plaids, and Polka Dots
Lesson: To Know the Cycle of the Moon and its purpose in the cycle of life

Master of the Butterflies
Zilo Amn: Flower child, creative artisan conceptualist
Purist of the Spirit (With Mind and Body)
Red (Fire/Garden)
Of the Sun (Gold Level)
Colorful tie died and floral, with rainbows and ribbons
Lesson: To Love the light, to celebrate it and live joyfully, in order to inspire

The Risen Feat

In the beginning of all time, and before time began... 

The birds of the heavens craved the claim to the earth, and sought to become like that which they did when they fell. Fallen angels did not expect the torments of the soil to burn their wings to ashes and condemn them to crawling on their bellies seeking more for all the days of their lives. The bones of the fattened foul became dense and they who could no longer fly eventually discarded the wings that now deemed themselves redundant.

These beasts of the earth continued to evolve, and their awakened hunger no compelled them to seek out all of that which was to be gained of the earth. Families and clans of distinctive characteristics of  these creatures evolved into what would set each group of entities apart based on the work of their hands, as now slaves to the earth.  And they competed against one another for supremacy; producing heirs to continue on their legacy for the quest to the top.  To gain all was the mission of each.

The once birds, and then bats, became nations of rats, who gnawed at the earth and declared all the lands as their own to gain.  Each raced for its own space, to acquire and store as saved goods, toward a continued evolution. The highly reproductive breeds of rodents flooded the earth with an evolved species of beasts; the evolution of the mamilia developed, as the reflection of what the new generation was to become - mothers, like the earth that they were consiuming, and the most highly developed gruop of potency thereof.

In the survival of the fittest, and the race for the top, there could only be one, and the clan was called the Felidae, the family of cats, who reigned supreme over all the earth. The cat became great because of her obsession with the birds that flew, as spheres that sit in the heavens, and balls that bounces.  Somehow, she believed in flight, and rose to the top by never looking down. Memories of a lost throne in heaven haunted her, and she taught her children to never fall, and for those who did fall, they learned to always land on their feet. 

As they evolved, their physical capacity came to know a muscular, compact definition as bodies with short rounded heads.  The skeletal and muscular construction makes the animal extremely limber and lithe.  A cats spine is extremely flexible and forelegs rotate freely outward in the shoulder joint, enabling the cat to squeeze through narrow spaces to twist about so that it usually lands on its feet after a fall.

The cats won the race!  Because of their ability to land upright, and also, because of the parachute effect of their bodies, cats have survived falls from great heights.  In the survival of the fittest, the cat has learned to land on its feet in order to never again repeat the history of the heritage from which they have evolved.  Risen from the ashes of fallen angels, the cats vow to live that they should never again fall from grace.

"Out of the ashes, we rise, to defy death, times nine."

Legend of Cats

When curiosity killed the cats, and fallen angels burned to bats, clipped featherless, condemned as rats, the race was on, breeding multiplicity, generations of species, and mammilians like Eve.  The femme was born out of darkness as falls, the world became its own reflection of the game played by birds that once feasted on air, of these kind that now knew only feasting on fear.  And in becoming the earth, dust was the glue that held them down, gravity to the soil kept them bound.  When the only way to keep from falling was to spring forth, the leap of the clock, learning to bounce back, and to land on all fours.  T'was the dawning of the fall-line.

Feast of Flowers

A bouquet of flowers for the birds, bees and butterflies, just as it is spring, in the hour of la primavers, the blossoming arise out of their slumber and out-stretch their arms of the most delicate petals, in the soft pastel washed colors of the rainbow.  The enchanted bouquer of waltzing flowers in the magical garden orchestrated to dance in graceful twirls of the symphony for the royal ball in which they attend the dance in honour of.  Floral princesses adorned in patterns of silken velvet, satin tulle, and weightless chiffon, blow daintily in the mellow atmosphere os the quaint wind as it blows to the tine of classical compositions conducted to capture the misty spell binding rhythm of the evening sky.  Hypnotic is  the movement of synchronized emblems of spring, as lightly as they come sprinkling magic dust to set the ambiance of the fleeting flutters of pristine petals.  Royal shades of purple are the violet, lavender, iris, and orchid settled by tones of pink and pearl, glistening and glittering in the prisms of light.

It is a party of floras in celebration of time.  The waltzing Orchids in the garden are caught in the wind, flowing fluently to the charmed step that dances of melodic whim and harmony.  Iris travels through time and space, around the world like the memories of trees that grow gracefully in the passing of the hours.  Flourishing shapes blossom in the prime of era, contouring cmiles and a radiantly glowing ambiance that warms the heart of all banquet guests.  A lavender's joy is the treasury of beautiful things, where the whole world of wonders celebrates the honoured truth of our celebration that marks the changing of the times.  As the new era dawns before our eyes, the Violets recapture the journey that is ours, through trials and tribulations, far and wide, we have travelled.  Come and share with us this royal affair.

In the banquet of fine dimensions, it is a feast, a ball.  The bouquet is a soft and sweet enchantment presenting to us, like baby's breath, a kiss of fresh air, as an offering of new life.  In this pring, we become the harvest of an abundance.  As we learn to fly, we are the flight of the butterflies.  Magnificent colours of a flourishing arrangement float.  A detail of purity and innocence is the song os the portrait of enchantment.  This embassy is a collection of tokens blessed and consecrated in the mystical fragrance of an enchanted boquet of florals, poised to perfection, and as a confectionate treat of the sweetest charms.

Song of the Roses

We arose out of the great depths of the water well.  We morphed rigidly out of out streamlike shells, and could not know why we had become so very hideous.  Freakishly, we grew limbs and began to crawl the earth on our bellies, and breathe an unfiltered air.  It was like we had been awakened by an illusion of terror, out of the deep dream, sanctioned by a bed of oceanic comfort.  Actualization of self came on all too suddenly, and eventually, the dependency on the earth became to massive, when we were called to live upon the earth, when we were made to breathe empty space.  We jumped out of the water, and trusted the moon and the stars which drew us, to protect and show thy way.

We arose out of the ashes of our own fallen wings.  The kings of heaven, we could fly and sing, and we were lights of our own darkest nights.  One with the sun, we were light as the feathers we carried on our backs.  We would congregate so that we could sing together.  Our bodies were kept pure so that we could serve our children cooked food, kissing them as they ate of our contracted kitchens.  We taught them to fly, from the branches of our tree houses, then set them free to soar in the wind.  in the end, they always flew back home, and we would continue to be the birds that fly together.

We arose.  We are not products of the evolution, we are the evolution that produces.  Our metamorphosis began when we were born out of the stars.  We are the earth.  The pure expression of fire and water merging, and all of the elements of creation, the ultimate union of day and night, darkness and light.  We are the duality, made for perfect balance.  We are the truth seekers; the dreamers and believers.  We are the ones who dare to break the rules against the orders of the world.  Our kind eats the forbidden fruit because we are driven to know what it tastes like.  What does it mean and why does it exist?  We strive to understand the world, and are born to express ourselves, to multiply ideas, to be the new evolution beyond the physical.  Our species is the physical quintessential to a perfect form.  We are earth.  Orders of the universal truth.

We arise.  We are called of the timeless matter.  We are the stars from which all have been born.  We are the reality that has awaited the right time.  Called as we are calling, as we call we are.  There are no words.  There are no answers.  There are no secrets.  we are the instruments that were made of the vessel.  We sing as chanting angels sing.  We dance like feathers that blow in the wind.  Free heirs to the throne, we are the butterflies, and have come to celebrate the new day.  We, daughters, are born of the stars.

Sisters of Light

The little charmed fairies are playing the games and fluttering like butterflies in the magical garden.  Carelessly and care-freely, the high on sugar super novas, skip through the wonderland, buzzing like bees on the nectars from the flowers of the garden.  Girls giddy on the pure air, hyper-activity surges through smiles and giggles and girlish chuckles.  Flourescent lights of pixie dust glow in the night, as if they were fireflies, or beautiful butterflies coloured by the rainbow.  Watch as they play with the rings of the promised land, dancing through the glorious garden of a spirited spree, springing leaps and bounds amidst the abundance of flowers and evergreens, waterfalls and streams of the tallest mountains, and lush horizons of its blue and green tranquility. 

Ring play becomes the dance of the sisterhood, where girls rule and are born to roam the heavens of earth, and carry the wonders of its secrets with them in aimless whimsicality.  Enchanted fairy princesses blissfully leap on twinkling toes as tinkling bells that are edgy in the ways of their own fearlessness.  Foolish nature of the innocent rebels to tease and taunt the gremlin-gobs who play in the mud in the land below the fairest, as we laugh in giggling bliss that theyve never been able to beat us in a game of hide and seek, or even tagline, as we speedily race against time and space in featured presentation of our keen speed and skill in the play of the rings. 

Flirtatious winks from girls of the glittered garden in a super sweet playground of ecstasy and splendor are evoking feelings of an enamored envy, because everyone wishes that they could be a part of something so special as to spend all of the days of their lives playing magical games of bliss in the wonderful garden with the enchanted fairest.   

Parable of the Stars

As if one night the sky was filled with clusters of glowing stars that beamed radiantly unto the earth. It was as if the stars saw all of the beauty of the land and wished to come down to play. As if they all agreed that one by one they would drop out of the sky to fill the earth with dreams. As if they were angels who filled the cup of life. Ones with wings of birds, and ones with fins to swim. As if they played, and danced forever, and made peace with the heavens that slipped from their hands, then made war with the angels, and fought over the lands. As if they forgot that they were all born of the stars; glistening, radiant diamonds of Gods own hands. As if, on that night, the darkness overcame them, when they fell out of heaven, and forgot they were light. As if the hells had claimed them, on that very night.

Birds Bees Butterflies

Of the Birds Bees and Butterflies, in her question of the bodily solution, Prima realizes that the whole scope of the universe, being mind, body, and spirit, and that one cannot be conquered without the other. The nature of the course of evolution and progression through time in the developmental process of world civilization is explained through the relative interpretations of an idealist perspective. Perception and systems of reality: birds, bees, butterflies...

Birds come to represent the importance of a physical capacity, and the physical evolution from birds through to cats. 

Bees come to represent the mental capacity as the bees serve symbolically as a perfect functioning system of organisms, and the perfect synthesis for social community. 

Butterflies represent the spiritual capacity and the lifelong quest to free ones self of the physical and grasp hold of the weightless embodiment of air like transparency. 

Birds, primarily about the concept of physical evolution, is an interpretation of the story of the fall of man, as the birds are seen as angelic creatures with access to absolute power and reign over all the earth in the highest form of evolution before the fall. There was some war that shall be described and interpreted, and the birds became like fallen stars as they drifted and descended, first by losing their feathers, and becoming bats, then by losing their wings, and becoming rats.

It was the rat race that became the force that threaded the course toward the evolution of the mammalians, as rodents developed within their own clans a natural identity that ws based on their living environments, eating habits, social inferences, and so on. The species developed within familiarities and went on to fight for the ultimate survival, including land and food and goods. The strongest beasts lived longer and proved to be the fittest, taking their place as kings of the earth. These have come to be known as the cats.

The bees are to describe the systematic perfect funtion of a social network toward productivity and longeivty in aid of service toward the ultimate progression of a universal whole. The bees represent the working mind, thinking and problem solving, and its quest to service its energy in harnessing of natural resources as a usable industry. The function is distinctly potent and necessary for the evolution of all kind through the course of time. The bees form the great establishment of a kingdom that enforces the static guidelines of functional requisites toward order and union.

Butterflies are the epitome of evolution and represent the quintessence of miracles based on a reinforced spirituality. In the span of its life, the metamorphosis is the great relevance that is relative to an obvious spirituality. It is the hope of all who dwell in the physical realm and spend an entire life working only in the faith that in time there will be an unveiling of a spiritual body that is free and weightless, dancing in the wind. 

The butterfly's purpose is to serve as a constant reminder that there is a miraculous beauty that lives within. It is the life force that drives and compels and inspires. It is the cocoon of the butterfly that sets us free into the new day. It is the butterfly that is victorious and truly reigns and hero. Free from this world, the butterfly represents the complete transition of perfect evolution.

Of Rising Stars

III - Birds: Angels: Nest

Newly born angels must learn to fly.  This skill can only be acquired through time dedicated to practice of the ways of flight.  The cats teach the various principles based on fearlessness, caution, curiosity, discipline, technique, and beauty.  Cats have evolved because of their fascination with heights, climbing, jumping, leaping, and birching, because of their desire to conquer, pounce, and pursue.  Patience in timing, rhythmic hunting, mastery of coordination, are all lessons to be learned of the cats.  This is due to their love of games, balls, and unraveling, to learn, understand, and discover how best to be great.  Cats are the ultimate teachers of flight, because they believe in flight, and are passionately called to the action as the call of the bird lives deep within them.  These cats are the once fallen birds who have risen above their ancestral ashes to become the supreme feline. 

II - Bees: Pixies: Hive

The academy teaches that each has a distinct and purposeful value within the network of social precedence.  The universe depends on each individual entity to contribute toward the progression of evolution toward the purpose being served in creation of productivity in lieu of the advancement of the whole.  The bees learn to harness the power of their light and forces of supernatural energy in order to create a highly valued prospect.  They work within teams that compliment each others elemental scope of power.  These groups learn to create schemes of things in order to affect changes in the world.  It is the time when Prima learns to fly in synchronicity with others, to soar harmonically with her peers, and to accomplish goals by focusing on the task at hand and persistently working as a part of the whole to see the vision come to light.

I - Butterflies: Fairest: Garden

The students now take on their final venture to fully evolve into the perfection, wherein all skills learned will be put to the test.  They are led into the cocoon of hibernation and are allowed to incubate in the goodness of all lessons learned.  Their bodies continue to evolve as they become the revelation of all dreams come true.  Once complete in transition, the body of Prima becomes a ray of light.  Now her education transfiguration is complete and she is ready to pursue her mission as the all inspiring light of the world.  Of all the energy that she has harnessed, she now knows her self to be a master of the universal truth.  She goes out into the world to share this truth and to be a light in all of the darkness.  This is her work; her purposeful contribution to life.

Butterflies: Parable of Stars

Butterflies, in Parable of the Stars, represent the epitome of evolution and everything that one aspires to become within the full expanded capacity of his spiritual emancipation, the revelation of freedom and the embodiment of enlightenment. The Butterfly journeys an entire lifetime before ending that period of time spent as a caterpillar and going forth into a sort of death. The cocoon becomes a founded grave by which it is transformed in reincarnation to become the epitome of beauty and grace and all things that are sought after in this world of truth. For, this notion suggests that our optimum quest in life has always been in favor of this supreme ideal of spiritual oneness and absolute perfection in freedom.

Bees: Parable of Stars

Bees, in Parable of the Stars, are relevant within this theory of social evolution, as the bees are seen as the optimum functioning principle of society by which all other societies ought to aspire toward. The epitome of social function and productivity, the bees are workers, gatherers, hunters, and servers of the purpose of their realm. Each member of their team works within individual sectors, and members of each sector work individually and together to play their part in the rolling scheme toward progress, and in pursuit of the greater whole. The bees represent the universal truth for the light of the world in the concept of one. They serve a distinct purpose of relevance not only within their own worlds, but as a highly valued aspect of all other relative social aspects.

Birds: Parable of Stars

Birds, in Parable of the Stars, is the ultimate theory of evolution that goes all the way back to the beginning of time, and the story of creation, as it speaks of the fallen. In this book, the Angels that fell came down to earth to inhabit the bodies as spirits, souls as the light of the world, children of the light. During the course of time, in the expression of duality, that is of union with the darkness, flesh by which the lights inhabited became like a prison, a bounded reality. The Birds, as fallen angels, forgot how to fly as they became subjective to the flesh and slaves of the earth. Birds lost their feathers and became bats. Bats lost their wings and became rats. The rat race evolved and took over the earth in multiplicity, taking dominance over various regions, which environmentally affected their changes habitually in the progression of the overall evolution of the species. The mammalian species became the new breed, and out of this race, as the story tells, the cat evolved as the Great Kings of the Earth, because somehow, they understood what it meant to fly. They learned the secret of never falling, learning to land on their feet, instead of face down in the ashes.

The Rain Maker

When it rains and storms, waterfalls from the sky and splashes where if meets the ground. Thunder rumbles and growls in the heavens and lightening gives the stage effect of flashes in the dark. Drama! The wind blows and rustles its madness through the threshold of the trees. When it rains, the wind is so cool and fresh, refreshingly so, the air is crisp and clean, tempting that you breathe deeply. The gray skies are the fall of darkness upon us as all of the heaviness stored up in those clouds rapidly come down and drape the tall trees in an aquatic solution of bliss. The clarifying showers become a mist of cocktailed sounds like random singing yet in synchronicity, listen to hear the claps, stomps, gasps, laughter, cheers, thumping heartbeats racing like the attack of excitement. It’s Music! Dance; to the sound of the muse called rain. Bathe in the puddles of water that settle at our feet as we move madly and carelessly in the freedom of the beating drums. 

Ahh! The screams of madness sound off blazing through the night. The illusion of stillness has fused and faded to the visionary compulsive movement of water. Electricity! Thunderous applause. Standing ovation of thrusting wind blown bushes of forest trees that are only silhouetted for my eyes to glare toward in awe and wonder. Drama, I tell you! The sensation of an energy-filled compilation of climax, orgasmic, so, sensationally, is riveting. Roaring waves of sound off straight to the core of my bones and beyond, blistering with heavy breathing, and a pounding heart, thumping veins almost visible to the watchful naked eye, intently so, adrenal glands surging with activity. Eyes lit up, widely so, aware of the madness around. Primal screams they become, the thriller.

Laugh, cry, tremble, be chilled and draped in goosebumps. Come face to face with your fears, be enthralled with joy, feel our pain, overwhelmingly. Gasp, and lose your breath at the command of our active motives to addict you to your own virtual desires for our body of work. Our bodies at work, working overtime and all the time, timelessly, without concern for the concept of time, for our object is the creative process, as we are creatively so, creating… magic. Observe our magic show, and surely you will ask, by the end of the performance, as though you are certain that we have the answer to all of your paranoid questions of a schizophrenic delusions, attached and trapped to our universe of surrealism, “You art in heaven?”

Open your eyes and look to see the answers to that which you have requested to know. There are no easy answers to all of that and so much more. Yet, behold, the answer to the secrets of the heavens are among you, beyond your quest for worded statement of validation. Observe the trans-en-dance, and know. Feel the rain on your face. Taste the rain on your lips. Drink from the cup that we set before you, and become one with the purely untainted madness of the natural bliss that is the work of the rainmakers masterful hands. Rise above yourselves in the captivity of our realm. Come as you are and embrace this fantasy, world of dreams. Set your mind free and imagine that we are the reality.

In the presence of this network that is our freedom, you cant help but to rise above, in gratuitous hunger and desperate desires and craving to uncontrollably ask for more, that you might share with us this feast at our table. In this world of never ending extending heights of the extenuating high that only the special breed of endorphins can afford you, don’t think of us as a deadly addictive drug. Imagine that our stimulants are called Love, and is life giving, as we will provide inspiration, preserve your vitality, and offer you a faithful hope that in this world is known to be the most pure goodness of a storm-filled outpouring of mad rain, comes only to purify the earth, to refresh the thirsting, to adorn the garden with an upspring of bouquets. We are the harmony. We are the symphony. We are the Children of the Rain Maker.

One Body

In a vision, there is a great sailing ship. More than a ship, an island that floats in suspension beyond the bounded barriers of earth's capacity. The self sustained efficiency unity of transport is a dome, a hive, a village, a community, a nation of people. They are high, and they are low. The dome extends submerged deep below the ocean. The hive extends far above sea level into the heavens. They climb, they fly, they swing, they swim. It is a new generation of peoples. The rainbow. The root of every race, creed, religion, and breed of man through all previous generations come together as one. A new language and form of communication is created. It is the music, the universal language. It is the dance, the universal expression. It is the Arc of the Covenant. Generated children of the rainbow.

Song of the Bird

"A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." (Chinese Proverb; 1831-1881)

The Universe in all of creation dances perfectly in harmony with the synthesis of a musical chariot, as we, perfectly balanced, spin on this axis of a revolutionary rotation that could not be possible if anything were different.  The duality that we live with and all fearfully fight as our own demon is the experience of ambiguity and ambivalence within this catastrophic battle of a polarity that we call self and reality.  Accept that we are good and perfectly made, even as one with those things that we deem to be ugly, as it is all a necessary 'evil' set in place to order the continuation of a progressing evolution of the eternal creation, that, even in itself, could not be possible without the process of eternal damnation, or, destruction.  You see, we have the ability to turn out because of the very basis of this static-electro-magnetism, that, with control and the force of mastery, we too can learn to be he who pivots, spinning on our own axis of rotation and revolution through space and time.

I encourage you to learn to appreciate the entire fabric of yourselves in the realization that our greatest weaknesses do indeed account for the interpretative existence of our greatest strengths.  For, without the darkness, where would our lights live, and of what will they serve to illuminate, and how would anyone ever appreciate a radiance that they have nothing to compare it to in contrast with?  And, if there were no death, how would we ever come to know the beauty of life and birth?  How would we ever understand the distinction between one like a finely aged wine and a fresh young grape that illuminated with innocence, unless we knew to aprpeciate that things tarnish with age and the luminesence of gained wisdom?  Because of pain and ugliness and war, we can know to strive for the value of the precious goodness and beauty and peace that allows us to choose to love rather than to hate, for, it is our ability to choose willingly and knowingly that sets us apart from all else, and makes us an infinite people beyond our own realization.

I believe that the story of the fall of man describes, rather, our rise to greatness and power over all the earth, as our worldly evolution and transfiguration through the series of the species that we now preside over, has led us to become aware of the supremacy of our own innate abilities as we learned to experience the progress of our own thoughts.  Egos then developed within ourselves, as we saw how great our kind were becoming, and how much power to influence destiny in the course that our own evolution had given to us.  We learned to believe, to think for ourselves, and to choose decisively.  We discovered resolution and created concepts of ideology by which we began to seek out explanationf for the questions that we ourselves created within ourselves as we struggled to understand and relate to the world that we were suddenly aware of.  With a great curiosity for knowledge and hunger, we began to seek out that which would be agined of this world.  In the end, we taught ourselves to quest and to crave and to desire everything that there was to be gained of an earthly existence.