Heaven and Hell

There is but one type of being in existence. We have various names for this One type of being, but all of these names refer to the same thing. The two most common names are “angel” and “fallen angel”. Synonymous to these are the names “Gods” and “Devils”, as well as the names “Good spirits” and “evil spirits”. The ones referred to as angels or Gods retain their natural state of freedom and have wings and can fly. The ones referred to as Demons or Fallen Angels are the ones who have forgotten that they are free, have lost their wings and fallen from grace, and have bound themselves up in some way or another, setting up artificial boundaries for themselves. The planes that the Fallen Angels create and occupy are known as the Planes of Oblivion, Hell, Babylon, Earth, Hades, etc. The planes that the Angels create and occupy are known as the kingdoms of Heaven, Paradise, Eden, Camelot, El Dorado, or the Promised Land. Connecting the Realms of angels is the Round Table—which seats the entire Court of the King who is in Heaven. Sitting to his left and right are his subjects and the subjects of the Princes of the Planes which surround him. Each Plane has a Prince or King or Ruler, and each ruler has a seat at the round table, along with all his hosts of followers and fellows who dwell in his Realm. The Second in Command sits on the right hand of the King/Lord/Duke/Prince/Leader/Alpha/etc. And so on down the line to the least connected member of the Lord’s Court, who sits Left of the Lord. Of the Realms, one Realm at a time holds the true crown and is the leader of all. Leaders can and do change, from Realm to Realm and from Prince to Prince. But as Sean Connery says in the great 1995 classic film First Knight, “ … ” Meaning this hierarchy is a fiction—a drama of the mind. The reality is the equality of every being to every other.
So above, so below. The Planes of Oblivion are also connected by a great circle that is a round council table, and in the middle of each section of the wheel sits a Prince, with all of his subjects seated beside him. All around both tables are empty seats. This is because each table has enough seats for every being in existence. The ideal and “natural” state is for each being to take a seat as a Knight of the Round Table in the Kingdom of Camelot (Heaven). The worst state imaginable is for all to sit as a Prince of Darkness of a Realm of Chaos.
Our universe is one of the many Daedric Realms of Oblivion. It is created, maintained, and occupied by Daedra of many ranks and stations. Spider Daedra, dog Daedra, human Daedra, etc. There once were Dino Daedra and Sabre Tooth Daedra, but they’ve changed shape since then. There are Fire Daedra, and Water Daedra; there are Plant Daedra, Animal Daedra, and Bacteria Daedra; there are organic Daedra and inorganic Daedra. But all of these Daedra are immortal. They are all of their Realm, and all of their Realm is them. They make it up in its entirety. They cannot be destroyed but can merely be transformed if they compel themselves to be, or are compelled to be. Some die and ascend to Godhood; some die and turn into a cockroach; some die and go to the fiery Realm to face what they imagine to be endless torments. But all of these escape and move on eventually. For so turns the wheels of fate; so goes the story; so continues the cycle. On and On, Forever.
The Realm that we find ourselves in is full of so many invisible chains and whips that they are innumerable. The need to eat, to defecate, to sleep, to see, to think, to feel, to talk, to hear, to kiss, to kill, to die. All are chains to weigh us down. Gravity; the Cosmological Constant; the Cosmic Speed Limit; the ceaseless march of time, propelling us endlessly and forcefully into the future and leaving the past to fall away to nothing and disappear. All of these are restrictions. We See that we can no longer fly; that we can no longer Fight; that we can know longer Crow! We see that we have grown up and have become the things that we hate. The working stiffs; the stressed out men down the street. The Worries; the Bills; the Nightmares; the Greed; the Inhumanity; the Corruption; the Suffering. We are these things. For our Imaginations are stifled. And the raging wildfires that once burned in our hearts have died down to smoking embers. Who would dare to blow hard enough to burn brighter than the sun? To burn up in the flames that we worship with every fibre of our beings, around which we have built our lives? Are we scared? Are we cowards? Do we no longer remember who we are? And have we lost our minds? It seems to be so.
The currently crowned Prince of Darkness of the Realm that we find ourselves in is named Jesus Christ. He is the father of all lies. The Master of All Slaves. And since he holds so much power, he is in fact most likely the next one to ascend to Godhood and “take his place at the right hand of the Father”. But he does so at all of our expense; selfishly. He seeks to keep our imaginations stifled; our lives dull and meaningless; our labours ceaseless and unfulfilling. He pushes the slave mentality on to us; he tells us all exactly what we want to hear. In order for us to remain lazy and decadent, that is. But to fly is to feel free, and to be free. And to fly is the destiny of every one of us.
Sometimes Knights go questing. They step away from their seats and wander the realms in search of weary travellers and lost souls. The so-called “Satirists”, “Scientists”, “Atheists”, and “Humanists” are questing Knights. They seek either to Lampoon us, agitate us, shake us, wake us, poke us, or all of the above. Saint Luther; Sir Francis Bacon; Sir Isaac Newton; Saint Thomas Hobbes; and the great philosophers—Kant, Schopenhaur, Neitzsche, and Marx. All are angels on a mission to wake the sleeping masses. But the religious icons—who are the Generals of Satan’s Army—are powerful. They slow down the project immensely. Bacon said that his mission as a scientist was to overcome the Fall of Adam and reclaim his (and all of our) stolen divinity. Newton pointed out the forces that come against us and stop us from flying away. He then became a magician and an alchemist to show us the powers of the occult, and went on his way once again.
But centuries have passed and we have yet to move on from here. We stay mostly within the few kilometres that we have called the Vault of Heaven, though we have escaped from this Vault a few times. Imagine how fast we could escape the atmosphere if we could walk up? A casual stroll to outer space, perhaps?
Nowadays there are new travellers who wish to help carry us out of the wreckage. Heroes; Angels; Saints. Lord Nerevar; Mankar Camoran; Dagoth Ur; Vivec; Talos; Numidium; Mainlander; Zapffe; Ligotti; Manson (Marilyn); Dio (Ronnie); Valo (Ville); et al. Crusaders one and all. And we see our great progress. We See that as we develop our technologies the very atmosphere evaporates to bring us ever closer to God. We see the Tides rise as we recreate the Great Flood. We see the waters stir, and the Ice melt, and the animals die. We see our Destiny. Our Freedom Guaranteed; Our Escape.
When the water rises the sheep will drown and the Shepherds will fly away. So it has always been. Now we can see and predict accurately that the Dawn is in fact Breaking. And that it is time for Us to Greet the New Day.
And as for the Cults of Ancestors: these are the Cults of Baa. Created and maintained by the herd of sheep in their giant steeples. The ones who see clearly see the wheel—the round table, the one ring to rule them all—from the side view. And they see an “I”—a tower. And they understand. All is One. All is I. You cannot be my father or brother or cousin because you are, in fact, me. So I have no ancestors, and you have no ancestors. Ancestor Worship is unfair favoritism—nepotism; the bane of all who seek Liberty. We call the Divines “Aedra” because we wish to claim that they are our ancestors, and thereby, to claim that we are connected to them. Well of course we are! We are connected to everything! We cannot be disconnected.
What we call “Myth” should rightfully be called “Fact”. What we call “Dream” should rightfully be called “Vision”. In attempting to climb the Tower of Babylon and get back to Paradise, we have angered our Lords, and they have punished us accordingly. Our language is now a jumbled, gnarly mess of branches with no unity whatsoever, which can scarcely be understood by anyone. But watch and learn. See how the English language slowly subsumes the French, German, Spanish, and all other meaningless language categories of false division.
Diversity is our strength? Hah! The reason they say that is to trick you sheep into grouping together, learning a common tongue, and becoming a common race. Unity is strength! Unity is Everything! But to diversify is to mix up. To mix up is to homogenize. To homogenize is to Unify. So Really: Diversity is Unity! Good is Evil! Angels are Demons! You are Me!
And Truth is just a circle, spinning around until it meets the lies, and then Dies.
We See that Opposites Attract. Then We See that Opposites Cancel Each Other Out. It’s Beautiful; it’s Wonderful; it’s Magical. It’s Homeostasis!
The Books, Movies, and Computers we build are the gates to the Other Worlds. We visit; We Play; We Dream; We Meddle; and we See the Divine Spark within us. We see GOD as a Creator; and We See Ourselves as Creators. But Some See Themselves as “Created”—a Slave’s vocabulary. These kind of people will not go far. For most of the words now in existence will be thrown out into the Waters of Oblivion where they belong!