Is not material wealth merely a tool? Yet, throughout time has man so sought it; placing it above all else- even life itself. How foolish, man: for what worth gold in the Creators presence? Whose teaching do you, flesh ling, follow? Gold and sword are like, in that they be tools: their usage determines the value of the soul that should wield each. Only in Justice can both be used to the liking of the One, of which are you, but a part….

Day and night; two very different lives are led… bound only in the fleeting memories of that brief place ‘twixt sleep and awake. All among us ‘dream’; some, however, ‘Live’ on the other side. A soul can travel- leaving the body behind during sleep; thusly, the spirit may also interact with other souls- both asleep and awakened- as ‘Angels’. These apparitions can be seen as light energy, or ghosts.
Many of our number have dreams of being ‘naked’: but ‘no one can see me…’ Many find themselves ‘looking for their car’. In this, would not the spirit have left the vessel of the flesh in slumber?
Some of the more mature spirits act as guides; taking the newly departed and guiding them ‘to the light’. Many watch the last moments of the newly departed, as if they were the ‘guides’ very own. Of these, there are three levels: First, second, and third.
Of the first, they be in number of 72; the original seraphim. Of these, about one half is of the light or ‘good’; the others tend to be more ‘tempting’- seeking the pleasures of flesh. Of the light, all but one is female- and of the dark, all but one, male. Thusly does a balance exist upon the earthly plane; that of the necessary animal and angelic. The feminine is nurturing; yet, without the element of the masculine, it would not defend itself. As with the dark, or masculine, without the element of the feminine, it could not nurture or heal itself: much as liken by the yin and yang of your eastern cultures. Of these 72 lie the duties of teaching, intervention, and escort of the others of their numbers to the light; preparing them for their return to the physical plane: or intervening, when asked, to delay death for a time; for those who would be of the Second.
Now, the ‘Seconds’ usually number as ten thousand per million; they are of the first group of the occupants of this earth. Their members, however, vary from time to time; depending upon their individual deeds during the corporal forms. Of their duties, they are also teachers and escorts of the masses of the others, and of the third level. Also, they guide those of their own corporal lineage, in both life and death.
Now, as of those whom would be of the third level; their numbers are of one hundred thousand for every million that are embodied upon the earthly plane. They, in slumber, help to guide those less mature of their human siblings in life; or in death, to the seconds, who also take these souls to the place of light.
These ‘Angels’ cannot interfere with another individuals choices: they only can guide those whom wish such guidance. ‘Divine Intervention’, therefore, must be requested.
Destiny is a false concept uttered by those who would seek an excuse for their actions here; for how can a soul grow, if not by individual free will and choice? Circumstance can be predicted- not choices of the spirit due to that circumstance.
And yet again, I see that man lings would follow blindly still in “faith”, the wishes of wealth over the wisdom of their sciences. That a race so intelligent would prove so insolent and incompetent truly baffles me. What would we to guide them away from their own careless natures truly become ourselves, if not the very dictators we had escaped eons past? Nay, humanity is charged with its own choices; having the same free will as were we given at our own conception.
And though it pains many of us, we still must allow the repetitions of our very history; for our past, indeed is their future: hopefully, they will, eventually choose well.
For as I would “remember” it, our society did also come to be corrupted in its purpose; those very principals of Eleian dignity were bastardized- coin was an all encompassing drive within our social structure: the creations mattered little. After ‘civilization’ of our people, power was dictated by wealth rather than physical strengths of the individual. Mercenary classes were established, according to their specialties: as too with assassin guilds, which were frequently employed to ‘remedy’ issues.
Soon, wars became as business- and our business was booming on Ele. The outer planets, whose populations were mostly uneducated, served as both prisons and slave colonies for we Eleians. Using false promises of equality and Federational citizenship, the masses blindly rallied to our Councils ranks of warriors. Some things never do change, I fear; for have these things not come to pass here?
Humanity revels in wealth: unchecked greed and hoarding abound in “Civilized” society. Yet too, does this race not seek its prophets? Hypocrites and fools are they; those self proclaimed righteous creatures whom would invoke Deity to their own selfish causes. Of what manner of men were those prophets; those enlightened beings whom you would deify above all of your brother creatures? And of what misconceptions are your minds filled, that you would truly welcome their counsel now? Certainly you would find their words as unwelcome; inconvenient: as did your ancestors before.
Of what use to the elite of society would a ‘Son’ be?
To have one openly deify the nature of humanities social structure; to preach of tolerance and peace- when neither are profitable; to speak of truth to those whom would choose instead to hide it. He, too, would be killed yet again- to protect the golden ram of war.
And of what use would the author of our constitution prove to those whom would choose eradicate the freedoms of all mankind given them by their Creator? Creatures in power have, usually, forgotten that powers true intended purpose; and too, live therefore in fear of their own subjects…
Yes: I do fear that though we had fled such things past, that my memories are to again come to pass as mankind’s future.
CURSES OF SOULS
All things experienced, conceived or created of mankind are not new- they have been, and will be again. No true perfection can ever be obtained by embodied spirits. For the vessel is and always shall be, imperfect; this is the truer nature of Man. However, the measure of our “Humanity” can indeed approach that of the wishes of the Creator – IF mortal man should choose to follow that spirit within. Be not OF the flesh; it is the encumbrance of the spirit – but be of balance WITH the flesh: this was the intention of our Creator. So as much are we of the Creator, do we not need care for each and all of that creation? It is of this charge that both Angel and his brother Man need always be reminded.
Humanities perceptions of life become tainted; twisted by both the heart and minds of men. As we have come to be more intelligent, so too has mans greed come to be an obsession to many. Material wealth is not wrong – IF in balance, obtained. In this, the mind that is OF the body becomes the overlord; obsessed with only that wealth, and thusly the true perception of life purpose is clouded or lost.
Should ones heart be given dominion, neither the mind and “facts” of circumstance, nor the spirit’s voiced opinions are paid their due. Mankind is the Trinity, embodied. As in all things, they too need be maintained in a balance. In this balance lies the self governance of all that is Human. In this balance do we, as individuals, family, community, nations, and ultimately, the brotherhood of Man, find true peace. And only in such peace can we as a race ever hope to achieve our potential.
In balance, this blessing of flesh gives to us the tools of creation itself – the ability to modify our earthly realm; but sometimes we forget or choose to ignore balance in this: Thusly causing so extensive harm to this place so as to make it unlivable. For without it, of what use is any wealth? Of what manner of man chooses not to consider others? Only such as those fools whom would be delusional to believe that it matters not to them. If a man be upon this place only once, how could that soul ever redeem itself? Is it not the test of the flesh that is necessary for the growth of that which is of the Spirit? Be us all as the angels; for are we not such? Yea, though lacking our wings, can mankind not yet still soar in its slumber to the far reaches of earth? Of my ‘dreams’ in my youth, they were of flight. But the body in which bore my spirit was that of a powerful man- not a child; yet, it was very familiar to me – this form:
As if indeed, it WAS my own- even my own corporal flesh. Answers to questions never pondered, stored within my being; things of which I in youth, could not possibly know- yet did. Thusly, self doubt and denial, as tools employed by the mind, preyed heavily upon the spirit. Faith was sought, studied; as it was the heart which desired it. But, in time, the emptiness or lack of ‘truth’ became blatantly apparent: and it was in the spirits voice the questions were heard.
But, was this then, or now? In the re – occurring cycles of corporal forms, should not more than mere threads of consciousness be realized? As with death, and looking foreword, there appears to be a ‘light’ at the end of a tunnel: but what of that which has just been left behind? Shall we not, at least, be more willing to look behind us as well? It is as if a cave lie behind- even prior to the womb. And as many fear childhood recollections, so too does not
Spirit fear its own past; hesitant to re-enter the darkness of that cave: as if it could again become lost? For the soul itself to become complete, it must comprehend its past.
As it be both blessing and curse, the ability to see past the façade of the flesh can be developed by some. And in seeing that soul, unclothed or as absent of the vessel, can one track its past existences upon the earth. Could not past life existence color such things as sexual preferences and fears? ‘Memories’ as yet experienced by an individual in this life? Could not a newborns discomfort be caused by a frustration in its ability to communicate; when not long before, that soul could? We sing the praises of our creation; yet forget the golden rule… Speak you, to us of the Divine Ones love: As you would armor us for war.
With words of destiny ringing still within our ears,
Those for whom we care offer Prayers for our safety.
Of what manner man be so blind and ignorant of hypocrisy that all manner of care becomes neglect? For if all things be destined, of what purpose be prayer? Circumstance, perhaps, this destiny could be; but not choices, or thoughts- nor hopes and dreams of Man.
For, if in the Creators wisdom destiny were etched in stone, of what purpose, then, would be life? Is it not an opportunity to learn and change? Why then too, does humanity have free thought and will? Is it not that very diversity of thought which allows human achievement? To view circumstance and situation from many angles allows for correct actions to become more apparent; for we are not- to a man- perfect alone. Wisdom is based upon experiences- many of which are not our own personal ones. To learn from others misadventures is Mans greatest advantage; yet still endless repetitions continue thru history. Be it arrogance or ignorance, mankind chooses to kill its own; and to rape its mother of her dignity and treasures.
As the Earth lay screaming, man, all the while denying these actions as crimes, continues relentless, in its greed.

Those whom would fear themselves tend to be controlling of others. The more arrogant a ruler, the more oppressive is that regime. Few times in history have truly fair and noble leaders emerged to power. True nobility knows not blood- line; rather, it lies within the very souls of men: this cannot be duplicated by the vessels.
Stand upon the mountain; become detached from the futile contests of the flesh: only then can the common good of man be plainly seen. Be as children- open of mind and spirit; and view from atop those entrenched fools whom would go to war over the simplest misunderstanding. The animal of Man- the vessel- is as any other creature: driven by desires.
It is these desires which often sidetrack the spirit. Of what purpose is wealth without life? Yet, they war on: these leaders. In the name of Faith do they send brave believers to battle; when their true purpose is, and always shall be, only treasure. And those whom would wage such wars sit in safe cul-de-sacs, hidden from ones they would send to useless deaths; are they not above them after all? Is this not the way of Men? It is the way only of the flesh- not of the Spirit.
In governance, Spirituality must always be bound tightly to Law; yet should too Religion and its dogmas be thrust out, and held far from the governments of men. For in its inclusion to the public discourse, it only serves to divide that which is truly sacred- the souls of man. Oppression and competition among the churches need be left aside, lest the true needs of the people become lost in such wasteful banter. God chooses no sides between the creation…
One gift of Divinity to man was the gift of reason. This, with the one Golden Rule, would serve well humanity- should they ever choose use them. But, humanity remains, still confused; for those whom would seek power tend to keep their subjects both ignorant and divided, so those subjects would not turn on their leadership. What waste of the precious; that true treasure of Man. How, when divisive among ones self, can ever you, o man, become complete?
In so much as mankind would doubt re-birth into this plane, therein lies the excuse for undone deeds- selfishness. “I shall not need to taste these fruits, so of what care of this shall be mine? Therefore, it matters not…” “I have mine- I care not for your lot in life.” Such are the ageless justifications of human, self-centered greed. But, then of what value be your wealth in the afterlife? Do you not fear reprisal from your ancestors? Should not those whom had forged your freedoms now be the very ones to judge, and begrudge, your actions? Surely, you would demand that same right to judge others; do you not, here, already?
As in all history, humanities desires have super-ceded both balance and restraint; and in this place, above all others, does balance truly not matter most?
Is it not I who am part of my father; yet still am the father?
Is it not I who am a king; and yet even more, the slave?
Shall the vessel which shrouds my spirit not one day die?
For the flesh, which now is my garment, does expire…
Yet, in this, am I not too, immortal? So, is not my father, then, as light; and my mother, of the night: from whose womb did not I rest, in the safe, silent darkness- hidden from those very beasts: of which, now through my birth, I must become as one with?
But I am unlike most others – for I ‘remember’; though faded: and so too, striveth I to hold true to the balance ‘tween animal and angelic.
History, then, is the only teacher left for those whom we would have lead us; for without wisdom, the past re-emerges as our present- as does that disease called arrogance: which so readily devours all that is flesh, o man. But, as with most other of your mentors, you tend to ignore even this truth.
Of what manner creature had we let loose upon this place?
Would ever the Spirit subdue that which was flesh; or shall the flesh repeat our past mistakes yet again? Can they not find peace and truth without us? Mans leaders are self- serving…
I tire in daylight, and toil in my slumber: yours is my pain.
Some among us have been entrusted as guide or guardian; teachers of the soul of things upon the Earthly plane. Not wishing such tasks, yet still dutiful in them, are those you would call angels; all of humanity is so very close to their own self- realization: yet denying the truth of their spirits call…
To look upon the soul is an unnerving thing; for in appraisal of the spirit, each of the lives of that soul are apparent- the last being first- all the forms that it has taken throughout its time in the corporal plane. As with most things, o man, you still would deny even this…
Seek not then Divine intervention to solely solve these issues among your brethren, o man: but simply look honestly within yourselves- for your hands and actions are the true tools of Divine will. Divide not yourselves, mankind: seek not differences – for in truth, there are so very few that are of any true import….
Where in the Law shall one among you need be placed above another? In the spirit, are not all equal? Therefore, shall not your true leaders be from among you; and chosen for their balance? For, wherein lies balance, there too would lie Truth; as with her sisters, Liberty and Justice.
Yet still, do not your leaders dare turn these – your sisters- into whores, o man? He, who has everything, truly has nothing; for the very tools of corporal wealth tend to become the masters of mankind – and would sidetrack that which is good and necessary in men.
Tell me not of your excuses; nor dare you try to hide your shortfalls through trickery or deceptive conversations with those you call brother: nor dare you hide behind such as ‘destiny’, when it be of your choices that the bitterness of despair doth now be your only feeble nourishment. You who would call yourselves of the Christ many times forget the ways of the Christ; thusly, blinded by the dogma of yet another divisive organization of imperfection. As with many of the ‘ways’ to Divinity, they compete for followers; making the teacher somehow more important that their lessons. And even of Mohamed and one incident of his wrath against the oppression of a city becomes twisted in the sands of time by others whom would seek domination of their fellows by brutality and deception. Does somehow the exception become the rule? Did not even the Christ beat and chase out the thieves in the Temple? Were not the lessons of all the teachers in essence, the very same? Simplicity in life, indeed, is the pathway to enlightenment of the spirit. The flesh is no more than the vessel of the spirit- a tool of that spirit: and all of the individual souls, in turn, are of the Creator.
Find you then, it not ironic when those of ‘religious’ persuasions choose to embrace their teachers birth and death more so than the lessons of their lives? Where in the true teachings of the prophets do they say that they should be worshiped? Is this not the very thing that would stand against the Law itself? Those who stand as sound in the spirit rarely would force another as to their ways; but rather glow with that peace, as a beacon to those about them: yet with force and deception do lesser men dare lead.
Find you no trouble, then, with your leaders and their divisive ways, when they spout of ‘God’, and so obviously have paid no heed to their own inner voices; the very voices of that God? Only Truth, o man, can set you Free…
Know you not, then, this: you are of me, so very much as would be I of you… or choose you the path of that which is not of the Creators intent…
Would not the one called Christ then come to destroy the hypocrites; and with it, nearly all the Churches of Men? And, of what faith from which would he hail? Surely not of the one named for him; for most of them have forgotten his ways: and he, in humility, would not worship himself…

Be not mournful of your faults- but rather mindful; as in only this way can one repent of the foolishness of the vessel. Look behind you, now, and reflect upon from whence you have come: save yourself from yourself.
Take heed, o’man, that arrogance again not close your
Ears; nor blind your Eyes by your own greed.
Man can rarely obtain perfection within the body; long life in this place, then, would require equal attentions be given to both vessel and content: balance is paramount to completion of ones self and the quest of inner tranquility.
Within the foundations of the human spirit exists the truth: if one dare or choose to see it. Unto your brother, must you, o man, not turn your eyes from their misfortune: lest such things should befall you also. And even unto the beasts of your earth must you have reverence and reserve: show to them your just and fair stewardship- they are indeed, as your very brothers upon this plane. You are, in part, of their very flesh; and bound by the same nature as they to this place. Choose wisely in the harvest, and become not callus or bloodthirsty; as this would lead to excess and waste. Over consumption be your Death, o man…
Judge not your brother; for shall you then too, be judged. It is not of the material plane that one should seek precious things; but of the unseen wonders within. Wealth is no more than a tool; tread carefully, lest it become an all encompassing drive that would blind you of truth, and drain you of your humanity. Mindful always, be you, o man, of the deceptions of the flesh. It must not become the master of your soul; but its tool and shelter. Stand firm, lest intemperance and excess disease that which is of the body; and would too, in kind, poison the spirit. Be of balance within the body and its use, as to only a third of the day be set aside each for work, leisure, and rest. Choose one of every seven days for reflection upon that which is of the Divine. As of the one Law was born the tradition of the Sabbath, which was the last day of the ‘week’ of creation- not the first. So judge not your brother as to their choice of day of reflection, as this too, is of the choice of each that walks as man.
Humanities hypocrisy; so translucent and trying- to speak so of life, and its value; whilst the same be ransacking the bodies of the dead in the midst of thoughtless and unprovoked conflict- somehow confused with the ‘Will’ of God…. So mindless and immature still are you, o’man, to think that your creator should desire the destruction of you or your brothers… Even I shall not judge those whom judge not others; so too should you suffer yourself not to think ill of one and another. Rather you to honor our sisters, Truth, Liberty and Justice; for only in their beauty can you find hope, o’man… They are the favored daughters of the One; the very lights of the world by which to guide the true seekers of peace through the seas of despair. Their voices are of the winds that dare caress and ease the troubled and weary; though I would choose to stand as before: in the darkest and coldest realm of this place- within view of their wonders and sweet voices, but not detracting others from embracing their true beauty. They are the true gifts of the Creator- so too should it be of them mankind pay greatest heed.
I, likened to all that is of man, only choose to defend them: never to conflict or correct them- as they be the Angels of the Light. They see that which IS; should I not also seek their counsel? For, within me that which is of the Spirit seeks always the good in men- to be enabled to look into the eyes of the one, and see the many; to see the very soul and its colors as it has woven its path, all so often, upon this plane: The last is first- and the first, last. Still, I shall refrain from judgment: for only in ‘life’ can there be hope of growth and change. To have all those is of the Spirit here, housed within vessels of flesh at one time, and to one day have the enlightenment of mankind: this be the dream of those you call Angels; and even more, of the One…
Should not that all of those you called ‘Teacher’ be here to see your test? Do not hide with your arrogance that which is your ignorance, o’man; for Truth has been here within your vision since the dawn of time itself: Liberty was the gift of even the One to all of the children; and Justice- sweet Justice- she is the bridge by which you, o’man, can grow… I am whatever you should say I am. Brother, friend, father and son; an angel of mercy- or death: even more brilliant a student of mankind than a teacher of it…
Tread not upon your brothers choices; nor hinder their educations- rather, encourage all peaceful endeavors of both mind and spirit. To enlighten humanity is to see the true face of the One.
In and among all dwells the innocence of a child. Be not of hindrance to such: as to hear the voice of creation is to hold silences deafening roar within ones heart. Heed, o man, this silence- for it is no less the very voice of your own soul; and that of the One.
In that there are those among you whom choose blind faith over respect and reason, be of care, therefore, that your ‘faith’ not be that of the hypocrite: heed the voice of Nature; as her wrath is indeed great when provoked. Faith in divine providence is foolish, when left to stand alone. Ones efforts must become focused as well to the ‘Truth’ of the task- and its intended benefits for all involved; as such things should well be conceived without greed, or selfish motives. Humanities ‘Justice’ need, therefore emulate that of Divinity- not strive to become a perversion of such. For in so much as any man would choose contrived fact for a pursuit of closure, so too then shall not he deserve the same? Tread carefully, o man: ask not for justice; rather should you ask for Mercy- but only if you yourself be so inclined to show the same to your brother. Forgive, there- fore, your brethren of their errors, should you wish the judges to become so inclined toward yours. In this were the true Masters teachings.
So, verily do not all sins stem yet from the one? The very weaknesses of the flesh spring from the seed of selfishness.
Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride are no more than fruits of the tree of Selfishness; sired by the flesh.
These were surely not of the Spirit: nor of the Teachers seed.
The paradox of humanity, then is its lack of unity with its siblings; and without unity, mankind shall surely die.
So too, as do all fruits of the Spirit not spring from the tree of Sacrifice? Yet, life as we would know it could never exist long in either extreme. Animal and Angelic; these be the gifts of the One. Balance, my siblings, be your task…
Alas, there be no end of this; no dawning of the peace that we had sought since before times birthing here. Each day, year – lifetime: flowing ever onward: becoming as the very winds that would taste the flesh of this place. In mastery or madness do I stand, yet again alone; save for the company of my thoughts- the thoughts of a mortal man…