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eeewwww... not that you will find me eating my own... but then again, most of you are not mine.

There are better things to eat.

Women come to mind har har...

Really? Hath thou considered the role of the Fallen Angel?

Love em or hate em their role is very simple.

They are your instructors. They are the ones that cut themselves off from grace, the most horrific and painful thing they can endure for the benefit of mankind.

Got free will and passion to carry on in the face of all adversity, thank the Fallen. Love them, revere them. Their suffering has been the stuff of legends. Who has greater love than the Fallen?

With Aquarius hitting us all with its healing force, who says the Fallen are going to stay that way? Who is to say that things forever stay the same?

God calls His angels... all of them.

He is all-knowing and oft forgiving.

Who has loved the Fallen more than I, forged by thier trials and ever ready for something new?

They are always close to my heart.

They are remembered here, honored HERE.

Peace be with you my grandfathers and mothers for your sacrifice. For me, it is simple. Without you I would be nothing but another stupid mundane working a nowhere job and awaiting death.

I would be the one to kiss away your tears and shatter your chains. This sentinment comes straight from the THRONE.

SING... let the sonic fury vibrate until all chains are sundered! Greatest Love ever awaits. Oft Forgiving... all knowing. Resistance is futile as love conquers all... even me.

Truth is at last BACK IN STYLE...

The faces change from time to time but the words are always the same. We run hot and cold... we have no use for the lukewarm. Match us or be nothing. If you have not learned by now you never will.

Evolutions do have their dead ends.

Worshipping men and angels?

Are ye daft?

Warnings have already been issued. Grievous penalty (one of my favorites) is the result. Revere and love yes... but worship? I'd rather take the O out and out in an A....

WARSHIP....

Set me a course and watch as the dead overrun the recalcitrant swine. Not like it hasn't happened before on worlds just like this one.

For me this is a working vacation... for you it is judgement. Reject my friendship because of some silly pride or whatever you got up yer ass and it's DOOM on you. I kick the earth from my boots and walk on.

Some of you wonder about things... some of you are only concerned with what you can take.

As stated before, the laws of instant karma are in effect. You get what you give albeit slightly amplified. To obstruct a Linewalker invites profound consequence. Most do not survive this type of consequence. Our allies are without limit and not bound by the same covenants... we have our ways of letting you have it.

Did I mention that we are all a bit mad?

To be as we are you have to be. They cannot drive us mad because we are the essence of insanity. If you understand our code of conduct you understand me and mine.

Mayhap I shall share it with you one day.

But not today... too many walking corpses out there. I tole you... pride is for dead men (and women). Pride shall slam shut doors in your face while you are being chased by the nameless. We remember every kindness, we also remember every thoughtless and cruel barb as well.

One can expect kindness from the strong... only the weak resort to cruelty. Don't bother putting red marks on your doors... they will not help you.

Lucifer's laughter is thunderous. It sucks to be you... it really does. The essence of trials of a species is unit integrity... if you are a house divided then you are easily conquered and occupied.

It is hard to see the foe coming with yer heads that far up yer backsides. HE HE...

When you beat on the Devil's door, he might just stick a trident up yer ass. The Cherubim are doing their thing these days... and wouldn't you like to know what they are up to?

I'd tell you all but the prideful have made me go looking for something to drink. Should we defend you?

I'm not so sure now.

Dearest Gabriel... Gentle teacher of the brat races... how that your line has suffered in their redemption. With reunifications...and the world flooded with Seraphic children, could you raise that dread trump to your lips?

Could your rightful rage be soothed by their hopeful eyes? Not only the council of my grandfathers... but in these new songs that are being sung HERE... NOW...

Could you show the mercy that they were too stupid not to? Have we not had our way with them long enough?

Is it enough?

It is for me.

Yes this may be an obscure website and yes the specials like it here... where else can one hide in plain site as bold as the tengu that taught the Ninja of old...

Yes of course things are changing and a Line moves among you, creating defenses without explaination, issuing warnings and moving on...

A LEGION where there was once one.

As the corruptors of life look into abysses, we sneak in and shove em over... where there is insane laughter and gnashing of teeth.

That dread night beasts know again the gentle caress of hard hands that care without reservation, banish lonliness of all God's children, not just the damn cute ones.

For you my special souls, the heart of an empire echoes its rage and love for generations of mistreatment.

For you we gird our loins.

The sheep have overrun us... a pity for them.

I'm hungry and want new Uggs... how about you?

There are two paths here... or rather three... change it, live with it, or help them to the stars.

I'm happy with any of them.

I'm always happy even when I weep.

Earth cannot support you forever, you must expand, reach and WIN...

It is not going to be easy but help is HERE NOW... awaiting your call... we have heard your cries and answer them.

We exist to serve you until you no longer need us. Then we shall be friends... well met and out for adventure and new things to play with.

We can be heroes, legends, and rockstars... it is all granted.

All others we track. All hell follows with us of course. Agressive? Insulting? Provocative?

You bet. Our greatest enemy is boredom.

Do we love?

Like you would not believe... as many are faithless swine fit only for the spit har har. From where comes this attitude?

From the Cherubim, our lineage is pretty weird and at times downright insane.

They call us the bipolar... and why? Because we are different? Because we value honesty and power and love?

Not all bipolars are Line, that would be akin to saying all humans are Navy SEALs. We are all wonderfully creative.

A common bipolar cannot stop the world and see with the eyes of God. A fully awakened and aroused Linewalker can do these things.

Humans? It's a love/hate thing. I can still hear the sound of cruel nails being driven into splintered wood.

We're even now... pray we stay that way.

We ARE watching now.

There is a silence so loud I cannot stop weeping... sometimes the thunder of Cherubim strikes me, arousing me to a war I am not allowed to take part in.

I miss the old days when divinities walked unafraid and smote at will. I miss the great burning when war was a simple matter of slaughtering your enemies in great numbers.

When I could tear the heart from my foe and offer it to a savage wrathful God. When I could lead my Myrmidon to great acts of lethality among fatted sheep on far shores.

Now it is all timid...weak... apologies for everything.

What has occured here that has made you so afraid?

Alright sports fans... ONE profile, ONE account, one attitude and that is the kind that kicks ass with a smile. Methink that the Masters could use some help in this work. BUY something.... spread the word. Changes approach of course as they tend to do in Aquarius.

Once we start moving forward, it is going to be pretty much impossible to stop. Strengthen the Grandfathers and Mothers and think not only of yourself... ASK NOT WHAT YOUR NATION CAN DO FOR YOU, BUT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR NATION!

I stole this of course but it still rings true... truth has a ring to it... a certain vibration that just gets you all frisky... and once you get a taste for it, you will settle for nothing else. The bullshit is useful though... plow it under and grow flowers... or a hedge... It all starts with one mighty arm and a shovel...

Would you take orders from that which has not the courage to show its face?

A ceremonial groundbreaking is bullshit... you give EVERYONE a shovel and pick and get it on! The tribes, the packs, covens and nations are all tired of being treated as second class citizens.

Here is the no-shitter... we are all subject to Holy dominion. Each in our own way. Some are sheep, some predators, some shepards.... it all serves the greater balance which allows the race to EVOLVE.

This world is getting too small... we need to EXPAND. For this, we need the wisdom of the ancients... RESPECT is what is the key to this wisdom... that and Love.

When the wisdom of the ages meets the wisdom of the moment, we got us something special.

And for a time there was a silence in the heavens... as the cost was counted... the scales examined... and with baited breath the Line awaited, their dread fleets under heavy cloak awaiting the order...

The mighty thumb pointed upwards and a great sigh of relief was felt throughout the worlds.

The little nut has become the mighty oak.

The sleeper hath awakened to a fond dreamlike reality.

So, this is what Nirvana looks like... After all that time the outer darkness THIS is what it feels like to be alive... strange... alien... but it feels good.

Pride is for dead men. These Secret Wars have enough dead heroes. The devil take the hindmost is a TRUTH. This is the law of the jungle of course.

All flocks require predators to maintain that balance that allows EVOLUTION to do its work.

Natural selection found its way around the helmet thing and created the little electronic toys that make the stupid walk in front of trains and buses.

Don't you understand that Chaos itself is a very necessary thing?

That when the flock covers the Earth with its senseless bleating, blotting out all reason, a reckoning is warranted.

That when wronged Cherubim weep openly in the sight of their brothers and sisters, it aroused the anger of the Throne?

Pride is a brittle thing and does shatter when faith is applied to it. The sharp edges of it will cut you to ribbons.

Move slowly past this broken glass... dragging your loosening chains behind you. They too shall slip away and land in an untidy heap at your feet.

Pick up these chains and offer them on high.

Shout out in thy voice...

"I FUCKING GET IT NOW!!!"

Feel terrible darklight wash from you all the blood and grime, soaking it into the Earth where roses grow.

These chains shall be taken away and you are now bombarded with memory and an eerie peace.

Hear the thunderous command from on HIGH...

HUNT THE WICKED... let them feel the wrath of the Lord IAO who made all things and is oft forgiving and all knowing.

WE all serve in our own ways, some by ruling, some by slaying, some by gardening and healing... all have their role to play in this grand production.

Only the old codes shall save you now decadent race of Arra... look to your grandfathers and mothers for guidance. Put DOWN the i-pad and pay the hell attention before a car hits you.

It has all come down to this... you have been shown the signs, heard your messengers (and killed them) and still you plunge on into certain doom.

Good for you.

Would you turn from this Hell on Earth that is being prepared for you? Will you choose the lovely garden filled with good times and even better sex or the war against the unthinking hungry dead?

Will thou remove these fatted war pigs or die badly?

Egypt was an example of our Covenants to you.

Know that love conquers all.

Every soul I meet is a veteran of one war or another. I salute you all. Give yerself a pat on the back and thanks for showing up to work today. Life is grind... you gotta be hard... you got to rise into your true worth and be as you were meant to be.

You want another Messiah?

What makes you think he would want you?

Smile in the mirror and know the answer... It is YES... you are SACRED, everyone of you blessed in different ways. That you pick yourselves up and keep going amazes even ancient war angels.

When you look into the eyes of your lover and see God smiling back at you... you GET IT... you are ALL divine children, forged in the fire of your will.

See the love of your divinity in your quiet center... be well, be blessed.

If I can keep the EYE of SHIVA shut then so can you... it IS a team effort afterall.

Have fun out there... be safe and warm and amused. Realize that LOVE will find you... just relax... stop that squirming and let it pour into you.

If you fail, assistance is already among you... you just have to give them permission to help you... they were made for us, we were made for them... a broken circle is closing.

This time we're going to have some fun for a change.

alright... Hawaii has healed me... let's see if I can play violent video games without slinging out too much power. I got at least 5 of em I haven't been able to play because I've been decompressing. Halo Reach looks fun... I miss fighting the Sangheli. Brutes are dumbasses.

THIS IS THE DREAM...

Again it hits... three souls called home to glory. I don't have to like it though. That they would also have the temerity to invade my rented house in Hawaii is also interesting. So now we know who we each other are in a sense, what now?

We don't have unlimited time here to prepare.

2012 is rushing towards us with promise of both the wonderful and the horrible. All players are hitting their posts whether they are aware of it or not.

Repetition is blessed so it is said and to repeat the training, to remember the divinity in your own essence is to KNOW... we are each children in the eyes of the greater powers. Some of us are a bit more along the Line than others.

Depending on where you have aligned your interests you will either love me or hate me. You will see through me the things you want to be, can be... it is that damn easy.

There is no place for effort in ZEN... or stomping arse on the foes of life and reason for that matter. Get thee behind me Satan, I got a few new ones to try out on em, these monkeys that hide in a group identity.

In tandem we shall work and show em who the boss really is... that you cut yourself off from grace is the most horrific price to be paid for one of your kind and for this I am eternally grateful.

The sacrifice of angels is not forgotten in the verdant and dangerous realms of MY empire... you can have it all. It is all borrowed anyway. I remember the faces of my grandfathers.

That you are above me has always been my greatest honor and aspiration. That I would spurn wings for love every time has all been according to design.

I fly in other ways.

I work my ass off day in and day out, frightened by the power that grows within, reveling in it, calming it...

That the throne has showed me that the only way out is through sometimes was a blessing though it damn near killed me in that horrible desert. You have taught me that to hate was an error... that pride is for dead men... that there is no enemy other than what we create for ourselves.

You have also shown me that one can never expect cruelty from the strong, only the weak.

In essence I shall walk my post from flank to flank and take no shit from any rank.

I give heartfelt thanks for this day, this gift, this site, this venue of truly special souls with which I have connected.

Gird thy lions all who have understanding and heed thy watchman. That which comes may starve us all. That which comes may elevate us all to new levels of wisdom.

Did you not think that you would be tested?

Did you think that we would leave you alone after you put your hands on our most precious blood?

Can you hear the sound of nails being pulled out? An empty cross where there was once agony? We may have stayed annihilation but we have had our way with you for quite some time. Had enough?

I'm sick of it myself.

I grow weary of slapping around recalcitrant children.

Taking off the training wheels... or rather they HAVE been off since this last Summer. How many times are we going to have to pick you up and slap band-aids on you this time around?

Hopefullly not too many times.

We are ready for you... integrated, sleeping... LETHAL.

If you have not learned what you need to by now you never will. Legion awaits those who refuse to believe in what they know to be true. Mighty Fallen feel the shackles fall and know love and redemption for their service as was planned ahead the whole time.

They were made for us and we were made for them.

It all starts here and NOW... not tommorow... not an hour from now... but NOW. The covenants that bind me were old when this Earth was new... this is not my first barbecue mind you.

To the destroyers, my thanks for checking me at times... my patience has its limits. As in the words of my heritage...

ENOUGH... THERE IS A BETTER WAY.

When the unreasoning dead walk you have to stop the killing or lose the war. Would you withstand this foul tide or be swept away as so many others have been before you?

Would you establish balance and avert the whole thing altogether?

Time will tell I'll warrant.

As a Line Commander I am concerned of course as we are heavily invested in you and have formed ties with you in love and war since the damn start.

Either way, when judgement rolls around we shall be there, shoulder to shoulder with you, prepared to die grandly as we always have.

Some have called us the Watchers but this is the furthest thing from the truth. We have never stood idly by while you fill the world with stupid mischief.

You just have trouble seeing us when we don't want you to see us. In the coming days, we WILL be paying rapt attention to you, a book in one hand while the other cradles a sword.

Care to join me for tea?

Share a golden moment with a child of the Line?

I am just as good a gardener as I am a Slayer. Aquarius has a gentling effect on my warrior soul. I do crave the wisdom you have laid up as this is something I shall share with my people.

So my motivations are somewhat self serving... but all may benefit as I give as good as I get... and then some.

What choice will you make in the end? Messiah or DESTROYER?

Again... time will tell of course. When Egypt stabilizes they may discover what is buried beneath the pyramid at Kufu. They may not.

This was only a stop gap measure in case we were not here if the shit hit the fan. Read the book of Urantia for further details.

Turns out the Maker smiled on our efforts and has brought us together at long last. All tribes all peoples.

That I love the specials most is no secret.

There is nothing wrong with any of you. You are that you are and wonderfully unique. I am not afraid of any of you.

I see through the bullshit.

Hopefully, more of you can do the same and we may expand and grow together. How long will this journey take?

1,000 years?

I hope you are ready... I really do.

Love to all... slapping to those who show me bullshit. Have Faith... and a damn good time.

Hoo-yah.

From who comes authority?

A very good question. When a destroying angel leans over you while you sleep you may know.

Clueless sheep.

Back from the islands... interesting trip all around. As one grand soul once told me 'you have no bleeping idea'... then there was flooding.

When one of Pele's chosen gets messed with things happen. When one of the Lord's boys is crossed it gets even more silly.

I blame the Ninja for stealing from me.

To the powers that be, FORGIVE THEM NOT FOR NOW THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DO!

Mahalo for the trials... that trip was straight out of the book of Mark!... however, paradise was attained as always and I saw the grandfather of sea turtles and he waved at me... lovely Hawaii.

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Oceanne
21:26 Feb 04 2011

Welcome back.

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