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The story of the light bearer (part 1)

Firstly, it’s important to note that the words ‘Lucifer’, ‘Satan’ and ‘the Devil’ conjure up images of fiery pits, temptation and darkness. These images have all been created by religion, and religion has been manufactured by man.

The essence of the real ‘Lucifer’ can be found in the story of his ‘fall from Heaven’ if we choose to tell it like this:

Lucifer was the most beautiful angel in the Universe. He hadn’t always been, but one day he had heard two of the other angels agreeing with each other that it was so.  And that was how it became so.
Lucifer knew that because he was the most beautiful angel in the Universe, that it also meant God loved him the best. God had never confirmed that this was truth, but Lucifer didn’t need God’s confirmation. For knowing he was the most loved AND the most beautiful made him want to explode with happiness, like the Universe itself at the beginning of time.

In the Universe, the happier an angel was, the more brightly they shone and, over time, Lucifer’s light grew brighter and brighter. The other angels loved his light and wanted to bask in it whenever they could. They even gave him their own light whilst they were with him, so that he could shine more brightly still.

When Lucifer went to sit with the other angels in the Great Circle, conversation would cease, all eyes would turn towards him and those sitting closest could often be seen to have tears in their eyes, overcome with joy in the knowledge that they were sitting with the most beautiful angel in the Universe.

Whenever Lucifer left the Great Circle, conversation would turn always to questions:

“Where are you going?”

 “Why are you leaving us?”

“May we follow?”

“Will you return?”

“How could we have pleased you more, that you would wish to stay longer?” and their tone was always the same: despairing.

After a time Lucifer began to both dread and to relish his departures from the Great Circle and he would always respond with a mixed look of fondness and pity and the same simple words:

“I will return,” he would say, and then, turning his back to his brothers and sisters, he would climb out of the valley and continue in upward spirals until he could climb no higher.

This was the Mountain of God . . . (more)

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