Very very slowly
Bit by bit. The "rebellion" is coming back to me.....I loved my creations.....but I think I may have had complex relationships with other spirits, because they were all sides of myself I had disassociated with for whatever reason. I wasn't consciously aware of that though, and my natural nature is to like everyone and everything by default and give it the benefit of the doubt.
I think there was a lot of conflict between spirits. An ongoing war. But I didn't really understand it and was sort of in my own fantasy world doing my thing and having adventures. And then they pulled me into it too. I think they finally realized who and what exactly I was. That I was the only one with the power of creation, and that they needed me to initiate the change they wanted. To implement their "vision". So Lucifer and Michael and a lot of other spirits too joined forces to try to figure out how to turn me into something more "manageable" and "controllable". So that they could get me to shape creation how they wanted.
The only thing I remember is a big party. It was a MASSIVE party. A party held between heaven and hell. The 2 sides fighting at that time. But it was in hell. This was for a reason. The party was a trap for me. They KNEW I loved a good party. And how could I resist a party where everyone was supposedly coming together and making nice again. How could I resist a party hosted by heaven and hell together.
So I showed up. It was a masquerade ball. It was magical. The most magical thing I have ever experienced. And I danced and danced and danced. But then Lucifer asked me to dance with him. And my memory goes blank after that.
But somehow it turned into my situation where I was imprisoned in hell for that long ass time being tortured/brainwashed. Every spirit at that ball was working together. There was no such thing as "angels" or "demons". It was a story they made up for me. They disguised themselves as demons/devils when they abused me. They all took special "demonic" forms when they did it. Lucifer was Satan. I don't remember all their other disguises. Their original plan I suspect was to wear me down with the torture, and then reappear to me and "save" me as their "angelic" selves so I would adore them and be grateful to them and want to please and serve them in gratitude.
But something went amiss with their plan. I think Michael turned on Lucifer, betrayed him. He decided he just wanted to be God himself. So he initiated the "rescue" without Lucifer, and told me about Satan's true identity and how Lucifer was actually very evil and told me about the whole plan to rebel against me, but they spun it like it had all been him all along. It hurt me very badly because I had LOVED Lucifer before. I was very close with him. I trusted him. So to find out he had done that to me....was awful. But I didn't know then that it was not all Lucifer. He was the scapegoat. The one who took the blame. It was all of them.
I think there was a lot of conflict between spirits. An ongoing war. But I didn't really understand it and was sort of in my own fantasy world doing my thing and having adventures. And then they pulled me into it too. I think they finally realized who and what exactly I was. That I was the only one with the power of creation, and that they needed me to initiate the change they wanted. To implement their "vision". So Lucifer and Michael and a lot of other spirits too joined forces to try to figure out how to turn me into something more "manageable" and "controllable". So that they could get me to shape creation how they wanted.
The only thing I remember is a big party. It was a MASSIVE party. A party held between heaven and hell. The 2 sides fighting at that time. But it was in hell. This was for a reason. The party was a trap for me. They KNEW I loved a good party. And how could I resist a party where everyone was supposedly coming together and making nice again. How could I resist a party hosted by heaven and hell together.
So I showed up. It was a masquerade ball. It was magical. The most magical thing I have ever experienced. And I danced and danced and danced. But then Lucifer asked me to dance with him. And my memory goes blank after that.
But somehow it turned into my situation where I was imprisoned in hell for that long ass time being tortured/brainwashed. Every spirit at that ball was working together. There was no such thing as "angels" or "demons". It was a story they made up for me. They disguised themselves as demons/devils when they abused me. They all took special "demonic" forms when they did it. Lucifer was Satan. I don't remember all their other disguises. Their original plan I suspect was to wear me down with the torture, and then reappear to me and "save" me as their "angelic" selves so I would adore them and be grateful to them and want to please and serve them in gratitude.
But something went amiss with their plan. I think Michael turned on Lucifer, betrayed him. He decided he just wanted to be God himself. So he initiated the "rescue" without Lucifer, and told me about Satan's true identity and how Lucifer was actually very evil and told me about the whole plan to rebel against me, but they spun it like it had all been him all along. It hurt me very badly because I had LOVED Lucifer before. I was very close with him. I trusted him. So to find out he had done that to me....was awful. But I didn't know then that it was not all Lucifer. He was the scapegoat. The one who took the blame. It was all of them.
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