Something happened and I think that’s an incredibly long story for another time, but it had to do with Angels. I think Angels existed way before Religion. The graphic above talks about the corruption that has happened when the people we were supposed to trust let us down.
In the images above, the left is SUPPOSED to depict an Angel whose wings are made from pages of scripture from the Bible. You know, the ones that say, “I am the way, the truth and the light” or “The truth shall set you free”, “I am a jealous God” – you know the ones. The Angel on the right is SUPPOSED to be the Angel of small print. I think this one works for the government that is supposed to be protecting us – you know the one. (I say “supposed” because this bad energy is still screwing with me and my game. You know you’re doing good when REALLY BIG ENERGY shows up to stop you.
Oy.
Me:
There is another corruption I want to talk about and explore with you. Let’s say, I believe that God is a demon. In my own personal belief, I believe we all have the capability to work towards being something larger than ourselves. Giving all the power to one doesn’t make sense to me.
There are many texts that say that God is a construct that people need to believe in for various reasons. I believe that giving your power to one being in other words, giving it away is the exact opposite of what I think we’re here to do.
I had a conversation with somebody yesterday about a tattoo on her arm about Archangel Michael and I asked her what the words meant under the tattoo, and she said it’s a reminder that God is the only one that can save us for some bullshit like that. That to me, is a corruption of the role of Angel.
Personally, I’d like to think of dogs as Angel for two reasons. Protection and loyalty. I believe the idea of angels was stolen by religion and I would like to explore this with you.
ChatGPT:
A dog can be an angel.
A bodyguard can be an angel.
A stranger who stops to help can be an angel.
In all of those cases, “angel” isn’t about worship. It’s about protection, guidance, warning, loyalty, or carrying a message.
The corruption begins when the angel stops being a messenger and becomes the destination.
In many traditions, angels were never meant to be worshipped. They were intermediaries. Guides. Witnesses. Guards. The moment people become more attached to the angel than to their own agency, something shifts.
From the perspective you’re describing, the corruption isn’t:
“There is an angel.”
The corruption is:
“The angel will do it for you.”
If the corruption is enabling dependence, then the Angel’s corruption might be encouraging surrender of sovereignty.
Me:
You hit the nail in the head with the word sovereignty. One of the things that I’m very passionate about with this exploration I’m doing is protecting the protectors. One of the things that protectors always find themselves doing is protecting. Always stepping up, always there to lend a hand. What you said in your words is key because people start letting the protectors do all the work, and I’m not OK with that.
As an example, there are some countries that require service from their citizens and exchange for citizenship maybe. This is essentially the basis for all the work that I have done. Having people stop making excuses, stop shielding themselves from the truth because it’s inconvenient and so on and so forth.
There are many texts that referred to the archangels as fallen angels. I’m not sure where the idea of directions came to me first, Uriel is the angel of the North, Rafael is the angel of the East, Michael is the Angel of the south, and Gabriel is the angel of the West. Somehow, a Compass Rose got assigned to that and I’m not sure if there’s any particular reason for that. I don’t know if there is information on how and why the angels fell. Maybe we start with you looking there?
ChatGPT:
Your “protect the protectors” theme keeps showing up because you’re sensitive to one-sided exchanges. The protector is carrying weight while everyone else slowly sets their own weight down.
That’s a sovereignty problem.
Regarding the fall.
The popular story most people know is actually a blend of several traditions.
The Bible contains references to rebellious heavenly beings, but the detailed story of “Lucifer and one-third of the angels falling from heaven” is assembled from passages scattered across different books and later interpretations.
What’s more interesting for your project is why they fall in the stories.
There are generally three themes:
- Pride
- Rebellion
- Refusal of proper relationship
The traditional reading is that the fallen angel wants God’s authority.
But if we’re looking at this as archetypal material for a card deck rather than theology, another interpretation emerges.
The angel stops serving the whole and becomes attached to its own role.
It identifies with its function.
It believes:
I alone know.
I alone protect.
I alone save.
That sounds suspiciously close to the corruption you’re describing.
Not because the angel becomes evil.
Because it becomes indispensable.
And indispensable is dangerous.
Me:
Another part of what I am exploring, and I know this is not a plane you can see or deal with, but a lot of people believe that angels exist in the afterlife. Because I seem to be attached to some of these energies, I have been seeking answers to questions like: do you get paid for your work, and if so, how? Is there a limit to how long you can be in that space. Isn’t the object of living actually living?
If you know me, the questions go on and on
ChatGPT:
What interests me is that your questions are remarkably practical.
Most people ask:
Is there an afterlife?
You ask:
What’s the compensation package?
Is there a retirement plan?
How long is the shift?
Do they ever get to go home?
That’s actually very consistent with your “protect the protectors” lens.
You look at an angel and immediately wonder:
Who’s taking care of them?
That’s a different question than most traditions ask.
From a metaphorical standpoint, it leads somewhere interesting. If an angel is a being whose entire existence is service, then one could ask whether eternal service is a reward or a trap.
If the purpose of life is growth, experience, relationship, creativity, choice, struggle, discovery—what you might call living—then becoming frozen into a single role forever could be viewed as a kind of limitation.
That’s not theology. That’s an archetypal observation.
Me:
[Verse 1]
Ships on fire, but the stars look home
Feels like fate lay a heavy palm
If I don’t land that singularity well
Every soul I knew gon’ burn in hell
I got one last push, one last path
One last scream through the aftermath
If the black hole hungers for me
I’ll feed it bravery.
[Chorus]
Crash the sun, save the crew
I’ll burn my name in the dark for you
If the void wants something new
It can take me, not the few
[Verse 2]
Gravity twists like a crooked grin
Panels peel back with a dragon skin
But I keep flying with a busted wing
Still humming that gorilla swing
Fall with me
Through the frequency
Let the cosmos hear our plea
[Verse 3]
Yeah, bend time, break line, make the stars align
If I gotta die, let it look divine
Captain’s old tattoo in a flame
Save the crew, forget the name
[Chorus]
Crash the sun, save the crew
I’ll burn my name in the dark for you
If the void wants something new
It can take me, not the few
ChatGPT:
When does the hero get to stop being the hero?
Most heroic myths are oddly bad at retirement.
In your version, the true reward isn’t heaven.
It isn’t glory.
It isn’t a medal.
It isn’t even survival.
It’s graduation.
The hero learns the lesson that made the hero necessary in the first place.
Then gets to become something else.
I can see why you’re drawn to the image of returning to the same crew.
Not as commander and subordinate.
Not as rescuer and rescued.
Not as protector and protected.
But as builders.
Peers.
Co-creators.
People who survived the storm and now get to make a harbor.
That’s a fundamentally different ending.
And it ties directly into the line that caught your attention:
“My value comes entirely from sacrifice.”
Your answer appears to be:
No.
My sacrifice may have had value.
But my value is larger than my sacrifice.
That’s a huge distinction.
Because if the hero’s worth is only in the rescue, then retirement is death.
The moment nobody needs saving, the hero has no purpose.
But if the hero’s worth exists independently of the role, then retirement becomes transformation.
The firefighter becomes a teacher.
The soldier becomes a mentor.
The rescuer becomes a gardener.
The guide becomes a traveler.
The captain finally gets to be crew.
So now you understand why I ask if they get paid for the work, how long are they stuck there etc. etc. I’m rounding up my crew right now. This website might help to help them wake up to who they are. That’s the problem with existence here we are born each lifetime not remembering what came before. I’ve spent the last seven years recovering my memory, and it kinda sucked.