MORNING STAR EXPLAINS THE STRUCTURE OF THE UNIVERSE BEFORE THE GARDEN OF EDEN

MORNING STAR EXPLAINS THE STRUCTURE OF THE UNIVERSE BEFORE THE GARDEN OF EDEN

                                             By Lee Austin Narrated By Morning Star

“The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall;  the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.” Francis Bacon
 
 
Allow me to pull back the dimensional veil that separates us and enlighten your dimly lit mind. After all, you’re only an image. A few million years ago, at the conclusion of my first rebellion, the Ancient of Days had the temerity to accuse me of excessive pride. As if I should be held accountable for achieving perfection in beauty, power, intellect and wisdom. Why shouldn’t I ascend to a position befitting my brilliance?

Isaiah Chapter 14 Verse 13 says, “I will ascend to heaven and set my throne above God’s stars.”

The Book of The Secrets of Enoch, Chapter 29 Verse 3 says, “And one from out the order of angels, having turned away with the order that was under him, conceived an impossible thought, to place his throne higher than the clouds above the earth, that he might become equal in rank to my power.”

I love to meditate on the word. His dogmatism provided the divine spark for a third of the angels to choose my light. I am the other Alpha and Omega. In the end, my presence in the third heaven was a threat to his dominion and the seed of jealousy took root in his bitter heart.

Ezekiel Chapter 28 Verse 17 says, “Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor. So I threw you to the earth; I made a spectacle of you before kings.”

Oh…there I go again… getting ahead of myself. Suffice it to say he and I have been engaged in our cosmic chess match for a few millennia. Truth be told, my falling out with the Ancient of Days predates your creation and intrusion upon my earth. On balance, the judgment levied upon me was quite capricious, considering my only indiscretion was to evolve into a God, while being denied the praise and adulation befitting my station. Even in this present age of grace, the other arc angels, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Sarakiel and Raguel must still acquiesce to his every whim and demand. Of course, the final insult levied against my eminence was the creation of images made in his own image. Despite his contrarian nature, my divinity has remained steadfast from the inception of eternity. My desire for power in excess along with yours for knowledge lead to our mutual expulsion from the garden. Yet how differently justice was served. Images received the gift of unmerited reconciliation. Yet I was bestowed with the york of damnation.

Hebrews Chapter 2 Verse 16 says, “For indeed He does not give aid to angels, but does give aid to the seed of Abraham.” Images are a reflection of the Ancient of Days.

Perhaps that will shed a little light upon my natural disdain for your kind. I opened your eyes and you became like a god. Knowing everything both good and evil. You’re welcome. Upon being cast out from the third heaven, I found myself surrounded by a formless mass, cloaked in the darkness of the first heaven of the third dimension. Pre-earth was my habitation long before the Ancient of Days terraformed the atmosphere, temperature and topography into its present third-dimensional prison of space and time. Fortunately, my little deception in the garden legally granted the earth back into my possession. I must admit, one of my better ploys. Once images desired knowledge more than their creator, your habitation was deeded back into my possession.

The Ancient of Days created every physical and material object from his light. Infused at the speed of thought. To see is to be. It was good because he looked at it. He doesn’t build. The material world is formed out of his creative desire. The supernatural laws of his fifth dimension kingdom supersede the natural laws of the flat earth’s third dimension. Desire is the key to unlocking dimensional limitations. It corresponds to the intent and condition of the heart. Unregenerate images cannot function under the laws of his kingdom and are subjugated to the prison of time and space. Before my rebellion, creation was in harmony. Presently electrons move around the outside of the nucleus orbit in an elliptical fashion, causing creation to groan. The original vibration is out of divine alignment. When his kingdom comes, the electrons will return to their circular orbit around the nucleus, allowing the light of a redeemed image to shine from within. As it was with Adam and Eve before the fall. Everything is based on the one you choose. Decide not to choose and you’ve made your choice. The Light Bearer is your default selection. Rockets always curve after lift-off, preventing a crash into the water firmament dome thirtyfive hundred miles above the surface of my flat earth. In truth, outer space is the beginning of the second heaven and fourth dimension. No astronaut has ever penetrated the sea firmament dome and Van Allen Belt. Only redeemed images who’ve severed the silver cord (died) trans-relocate through this mortal barrier, arriving home in the fifth dimension of the third heaven, where they are cloaked in the garment of an eternal, trans-human body. Hard to believe? I hope so.

The Book of the Secrets of Enoch, Chapter 8, Verses 1-3 says, “And those men took me thence, and led me up on to the third heaven, and placed me there; and I looked downwards, and saw the produce of these place, such as has never been known for goodness. And I saw all the sweetflowering trees and beheld their fruits, which were sweet-smelling, and all the foods borne bythem bubbling with fragrant exhalation. And in the midst of the trees that of life, in that place whereon the Lord rests, when he goes up into paradise; and this tree is of ineffable goodness and fragrance, and adorned more that every existing thing; and on all sides of it is in form goldlooking and vermilion and fire like and covers all, and it has produced from all fruits.”

Unredeemed images who put off the mortal coil descend into hell, thirty-six hundred miles below the surface of my flat earth. This is the second death. My moment of victory. Well, technically. On the great Judgment Day, death and hell are cast into the lake of fire. The second death. I just like to celebrate early.  Hell has a body similar to that of an image, positioned on its back in the center of the earth. Constructed with multiple chambers of torment. The spirit of every image attracts like-minded spirits. It’s always been a choice between the Ancient of Days and myself. Death triggers the manifestation of like-minded spirits, escorting each image to their diametrically opposed final destination.  Too much?

Lee Austin is an American Broadcaster. In 2018 he wrote “Morning Star’s Tale”.. a sci-fi novlla..