Peter Pan is the angel of death? All I knew him as was the shadow boy.
If you ever hear the laughter of God. I would say worry about yourself. That I have heard many tales and stories going back ages and eras that seem to be forgotten is sad. I suppose stories become myths. Those myths that survive time become legends. And those legends become superheroes or villains in the next age because people can not comprehend they tell the truth.
The stories of Atlantis are true folks. No, not the ones made up these days. They are true in that they happened. However, not the way or for the same reason people remember them here, I suppose.
People that get some parts of it right? Ron Hubbard I suppose. However, he failed or missed an important part of the time traveling wizard spell story too. A big part and one if you do not understand a lot of this is this or that is that storytelling could cost you. Well cost you everything, I suppose.
So what is the tale? To begin with, reality flips over every so often. And time? They broke time into space and light. The smaller you go the faster the time and the bigger the time the longer you experience it. If that is not a riddle I am not sure what else is.
Maybe my story will help. When I was originally kidnapped they bound my soul to heaven in what they call the book of life. That book of life held all the souls that were supposedly bound to heaven since time started. Kind of exciting, I know. I would have enjoyed heaven, I suppose.
Anyway, through time travel and evil, a third of heaven got stolen. Why or how? Speculation that a third of the angels in heaven envied human souls and angels bribed to take their spots. While those souls are or the souls were or they will throw souls into a twisted plot of time. For those that do not understand, the time of tribulation started a long time ago or just a moment ago, depending on how you look at closed time curved loop reality.
The meaning? Say you steal a soul and regress it backwards to realities you create using mirror magic. And mirror magic is nothing but an illusion of a copy of a copy of say 10 to the power of 2000 copies of itself per Drake’s equation of how many habitable earths are there in the universe. His equation was powered to 200 the last time I checked. The 2000 is just a storyteller’s point if you look up his equation and run the numbers yourself.
Anyway, a third of humanity or Adam’s kids’ souls were stolen and replaced by those that envied them and then played out on realities just for a moment in this time, yet there seemed like millions or billions of years of their reality. Sounds an exciting game, does it not? Well, I can tell you it is not an exciting game. For you to keep those realities alive they had to push the stolen souls into experiences where their souls would no longer be found in the book of life and that their breath of God would be expended on earths so much like this one you could not tell the difference unless you have a purpose. How close was it?
My reality South America was 2400 miles west of the location where they place it on the globe these days. The population o f8.5 billion reached according to deagel.com on May 19, 2016 was 8.5 billion. Seems like a fairytale, does it not?
In yet? That is where fairy godfathers/ god mothers and fairly odd parents come into play, does it not? Think of a Nazi book published in 1927 or 1929 depending on the reality Being and Time is the 1927 magnum opus of German philosopher Martin Heidegger and a key document of existentialism. or Belief and Time where the whole concept that if you lived in a mirror of reality, would it make a difference if all the surrounding souls were? Well robots or golems or well not real? Could you tell the difference?
That is the fairy tale, is it not? Would you exchange your every after soul for a moment or a second in time without God controlling your fate? That was the sales pitch to all one third of the angels that rebelled in heaven. That they fell for it was a kind of mysterious. To live a second and yet to be free was something.
The sales pitch did not go into the afterlife or after market occurrence. That I have been watching those worlds die off one by one and not in a funny way, but the most horrific ways kind of makes me wonder. Sure, I know why they did it. They cry out. We were free of God for a moment. Sure, the fae or fairies are wicked, and you wonder if they understand concepts and realize they created such a beautiful mess of things that they must have. Just who in their right mind would do this? Evidently someone with more money and power than I.
Fairy godparents is the topic, and that is the backdrop of this story. Are there fairies? Oh, I assure you there are. You hear stories of people drinking with them on occasions and sleeping for 100s of years. Or being tricked into doing something wicked or. Or fairy hunt on some October nights around fairy mounds where drunks and winos listen to the most lovely music and are scared out of their wits.
Do I mean those fairies are real? Do they take care of you? I hear laughter. Do you not know Never Neverland was where dead little boys went when caught by fairies instead of angels of God? That tale you can read about in Peter Pan. That they are all dead is awkward, I know. Yet, why?
Oh, come now. Surely you have read the bible? God made three women for Adam. The original Adam split with Lilith. The second out of clay, which he refused. And the third out of his rib Eve? That second one out of clay have you not guessed it yet? The mother of all golems or clay men without souls? Without souls? Yes, my dear reader, for fairies according to some have no souls. It is awkward; I know. I had to check once or twice? On some realities in mirror worlds, the soulless live. And breath or sort of breath, I suppose they move. So they have action. But do they live? I do not know I’m not a philosopher today; I am a storyteller. Telling you that a third of heaven’s souls are returning after a time away from heaven. Kind of wild, I know. In yet? 2020 or 2012, whichever you believe is ending, and no one can pass this time of reflection or upside down without going through the day of judgment. Which will be good, bad or evil? I am not sure of myself any more. I know or understand a little of Ivan Pavlov’s reality changes. Making the education system so evil that I wanted to cry. I understand the system of things. I can move it this way or that. But now? I watch a path and wonder. Did I do right or wrong and for how long? A moment in time or eternity, which is watching me right now?
Into this twisted tale steps the storytellers own version of the twisted tale. He was crying at a very young age. Why? None of your business. Or to be specific, the storyteller was the age of 4 and he really does not or is not or will not be sure anymore. However, just then a gold man appears in the eyes. Meaning? Not his room. But when he closed his eyes, the gold man was there. And? That reality was something else. What happened next is hard to explain. But instead of living a life of worthiness. The child grew up to be an insane storyteller, telling you that his reality changes day by day and hour by hour. Does it matter in the end? He no longer is sure. Meaning? For he is just watching the end of humanity and wondering. Was he ever a real boy?
For you see maybe an angel can protect one way or steal another way and that life has no way of knowing in the end which is real in a mirror reality. For what if he died that day at the age of 3 not 4?