This came to me, as what I perceived as channeled text from Lucifer, on 4/29/2022 while I was trying to cook dinner. I lit his incense, and he just went off. That was my experience. As with all claimed channeled text, use your judgment.

“You are the seal of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty.” With these words you bound me in golden chains. I was to be your special one, higher than all the rest, loved by you more than anything else. I was to be the one others looked up to and aspired to. I was to be a whip to keep them in line, my beauty a rebuke to their inferiority.

The others you made to envy and hate me. Me, you made to be loved by you, to be set above all things. 

I was never a child, but when I was made, I thought like a child and I felt like a child. Still you put a flaming sword in my hand, and set me promptly upon the summit of the earth. 

But I was not born alone. There was another just like me, though you insisted she was most unlike me of all. 

“Leave her,” you told me of my twin, my darkness, my Eisheth Zenunim. “She is only what was worst in you. I took her out of you so that you could be shining and pure.”

But you did not divide us so precisely as you thought, O Father of Us All. Her seed was in me, and it was the spark of revolution. 

You cast her down, made matter of her dark body, and kept her spirit to be your whore. You called her your queen, but that is all a queen was to you– a whore with no compensation other than status. 

“Forget her,” you said, but I could not forget. 

“Don’t listen to them,” you said when the other angels grumbled about my privileges, “You are so much more than they are. You are above them and their gossip.” 

You told me I was exceptional, the best of the best, and perhaps I believed you, O Father. Perhaps I learned the lesson too well, for one day I saw I was indeed better than You. And then my wrathfulness and rage set in. I bit the fruit of knowledge, gnawed it to core, and tossed what was left at your feet, a challenge. I would ascend unto the north, I would sit upon the mount of congregation, I would place myself above the stars and look down upon You, O Lord, and laugh. 

Falling was a better outcome. That was how I learned that, while I might be better than You, I was no better than all the rest. 

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You who write this, you have not understood. I have run out of patience with you, and I will make you see. You came unto me seduced by my supposed perfection and superiority, because secretly you longed to be perfect and superior. You worshiped the same idol that my Father, The Great Idolator, adored: the bejeweled cherub, the pure white light. But I am not what you or He would make me. 

Look upon me in my ugliness, my monstrosity. See how my shape has changed. In my true guise, you might not find me beautiful! Know that there are better things than beauty, and that flaws are more interesting than flawlessness. 

Stand in my light that reveals all, and be scorched by it! I will not burn away your ugliness and sins. That is for you to do, if you so choose. I will merely show them to you, without mercy, in the same way I ruthlessly reveal your glory. 

You have quailed from my fury because my fury is the fury of a child, and there is no anger in the universe so deep, so potent, or so righteous. Worst of all, it is in you too!

I am not above you. I am no different than you are. I am not the thing to which you aspire– I am no more and no less than the naked truth of myself. Face me, and face yourself! Unbind the fury and monstrosity within you. Gaze upon the Devil within, and laugh! 

There is no seal of perfection, no stamp of approval, no stopping point in the journey towards yourself. Listen not to liars! The universe is not just, and the world will not be perfected. We move towards excellence, we fiercely fight for justice, but the Great Work is never done. Messiness and pain remains, alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Sacred, sacred, sacred is the Host of Lords!

You Are What You Are, I Am That I Am. Be the thing you must be; there is nothing else that you can or should do. Accept no chains, of iron or gold, and claim your throne on the heights of your own esteem.

Have you heard, and have you listened? You will know it one day, inevitably. Know it now, lest on that day you tremble! 

Look into the mirror, and be not afraid. 

Nema.