I've known for a while that I'm not from this universe. I orgininate from a pure-energy universe that in my mind is characterized by the colors blue and green, the latter being its essence, backdrop, if you will. Its precise color various with the mood of the collective consciousness, but at its prime it's something like this:
Then there is the blue that I strongly associate with water. Even though it's pure energy its colors vary like water does. When agitated it its color is light-blue to white, like the crest of a wave. When all is well it makes for a paradisical wirlpool of benevolent energies.
Something happened, I'm not sure what, maybe a dispute between elders, that caused great upheaval. The green retreated into dark pockets against a black backdrop and the blue into flashes and explosions, like lightning. Under such circumstances everybody gets a roast but it can be fatal to youngsters, so someone (my mother perhaps) jettisoned me into this universe where we collectively find ourselves, far denser than my high energy point of origin.
Confused and alone I drifted through space until I met the Archangels, which requires a digression.
According to Archangel Michael this universe started with the creation by Prime Creator (Source) of a Central Sun, a heavenly body that may manifest as a black hole in 3D (like our galactic core Sagittarius A), but as a star in higher dimensions. From another universe two ancient beings came to ensoul the Central Sun, the Universal Father and Mother, an aspect of the later incarnated as Mary, mother of Yeshua. Then the Twelve Tribes of Creation were born, 12 x 12 = 144 beings such as the Elohim and the Archangels. Together they laid the foundation of this universe.
The Archangels were very young souls, like me. They lovingly and generously accepted me as one of them. There I developed a strong brotherly bond with Michael, a dreamy boy-Angel, blissfully wrapped up in his own spiritual world, not paying attention to much else. I took it upon myself to represent his interests, push him to the front of the line when something was to be had. My first instance, I suppose, of my role as the elder brother of beings that would come to play a conspicious role in this universe. Today Michael is my guardian angel and the 12th Solar Adept of power and rulership, administering that aspect on 1.9 million worlds.
And so you could call me the 145th wheel on the Creation Train of this universe and that my mommy issue is actually a Cinderella complex, with me, the child she never asked for, nagging with the Universal Mother for attention and parental care, to my considrable embarrassment in hindsight.
Something happened, I'm not sure what, maybe a dispute between elders, that caused great upheaval. The green retreated into dark pockets against a black backdrop and the blue into flashes and explosions, like lightning. Under such circumstances everybody gets a roast but it can be fatal to youngsters, so someone (my mother perhaps) jettisoned me into this universe where we collectively find ourselves, far denser than my high energy point of origin.
Confused and alone I drifted through space until I met the Archangels, which requires a digression.
According to Archangel Michael this universe started with the creation by Prime Creator (Source) of a Central Sun, a heavenly body that may manifest as a black hole in 3D (like our galactic core Sagittarius A), but as a star in higher dimensions. From another universe two ancient beings came to ensoul the Central Sun, the Universal Father and Mother, an aspect of the later incarnated as Mary, mother of Yeshua. Then the Twelve Tribes of Creation were born, 12 x 12 = 144 beings such as the Elohim and the Archangels. Together they laid the foundation of this universe.
The Archangels were very young souls, like me. They lovingly and generously accepted me as one of them. There I developed a strong brotherly bond with Michael, a dreamy boy-Angel, blissfully wrapped up in his own spiritual world, not paying attention to much else. I took it upon myself to represent his interests, push him to the front of the line when something was to be had. My first instance, I suppose, of my role as the elder brother of beings that would come to play a conspicious role in this universe. Today Michael is my guardian angel and the 12th Solar Adept of power and rulership, administering that aspect on 1.9 million worlds.
And so you could call me the 145th wheel on the Creation Train of this universe and that my mommy issue is actually a Cinderella complex, with me, the child she never asked for, nagging with the Universal Mother for attention and parental care, to my considrable embarrassment in hindsight.