The Beginning

We witnessed it all. We observed Dad and Mom create everything, galaxy after galaxy. Star after star, world afterworld the countless Veils and the young gods and goddesses who inhabited them. We watched as they all created life only creatures your imagination can make or hasn’t had the opportunity to make up yet. Your species would call them aliens, they came in all different shapes and sizes some with large heads and some that looked similar to us but off. Does that make sense? Does anything of what I said make any sense to you? Kinda a lot for you to take in, the human brain can only take so much in. I’ll stop there and give you a minute to absorb that before I go on.

Okay, so you ready to continue? As I was saying, my parents made many magnificent creatures, but out of all of my parent's creations, I’d have to say my favorite would be the angels. My brother and I would spend countless hours with all their creatures. My brother preferred the aliens and other creatures of what you say are a myth, and I preferred the angels.

We had a normal upbringing, doing all the things all young god and goddesses do, we practiced our abilities blew up stars and planets on ‘accident.’ Eventually, Dad and Mom had to separate us something about us being destructive together or something of that nature, I felt like we pushed each other harder. He always tried to and sometimes did one-up me. So they gave Jesus and me responsibilities.

Me I trained my Fathers army of angels, with the archangels Michael and Lucifer by my side. My Father's favorites creations. Why would God need an army? To answer your question to protect our Veil from the other Gods and Goddess who couldn’t mind their own business and felt the need to conquer. No army could withstand dads. My brother who by the way is my twin, He and Mother spent time with the souls that were waiting to be born. He’d help them choose the paths that would help them learn the lessons needed to strengthen the soul to earn their way back into the Veil. With cosmos, angels and the beings my parents made. They still weren't done.

Mom and Dad upped their game created new souls very different from the ones they previously made. They were so beautiful your breath would catch. We’ve never seen anything so pure so glorious. Jesus just looked at Mother and told her these souls needed specialized stronger vessels to house them. My parents crossed the Veil and made a whole new system for them. My parents called them planets, they specifically made a small planet called earth, with its lush forest and clear waters. We watched our Father and Mother gather dust from the ground and build two vessels. They had created new beings in their image. Except they looked like faded duller images of us, they didn't glow as we did; their eyes were brown, and their skin was dull. Father said that unlike all of their other creations, mankind would be free to choose, they would have free will. I felt like that was a crazy idea, so I decided not to voice that opinion. “Mother? What will you name them?” I asked. She thought for a moment, “the male I’ll name him Adam and the female her name will be Lilith. They shall be equals.”

I liked you humans in the beginning. Liked being the operative word.