I have been always fascinated by the Story of Lucifer's Fall. Not in a way to worship him, but finding the archetypal story of deep meaning. Initially I felt that actually, his story is the story of every soul, we are each Lucifer who was born into the Perfection of His Soul made in the Image of God, but feeling it as unique to himself, beyond the grasp of others, convinced and still rooted in some notion of separation, he grew arrogant & was cast out of heaven, onto Earth. Over time I viewed the fall of Lucifer less like a punishment and one interpretation I found for myself, was the notion that actually his fall was his initiation, being initiated into the truth, that God first of all does not Sit on a Throne ruling over creation like a Tyrant King wielding absolute power. But Understanding God is the Mother that gave precious birth to him out of her own womb & labor. She did not manifest him by command, she made him out of herself. And secondly to loose his self-importance & to see that in creation every soul is equal yet absolutely unique & perfectly complimenting all of Life in a magical Unity.
So one of the first Luciferian Inversions among Religion I would like to address, namely that the feminine aspect of God is nonexistent, all of creation is a masculine act of will. Not the diligent magic of gestation, birth & labor. God, the Father is a concept Universal to so many Religions, whereas if I look at nature, at creation, it is the feminine polarity that births & creates actual life, not the masculine.
The masculine offers a catalytic Seed, But it is the feminine that carries that seed into her temple & gestates the egg of new life through the transmutations necessary to turn matter into a form suitable to house the arriving soul.
I then realized that in my own Relation with God, I never had defined him as absolutely being male or female, he just felt like a true parent. In God I found space, silence, understanding, room to express, room to voice, room to feel, In God I discovered and was able to recognize the spark of life hidden behind every part of life and all potential disguise. Religion treated & spoke of God, as Dead or Dying. I felt God was arriving, alive & well, his presence ahead of his full glorious eternal arrival, here & now, vibrant, whispering, guiding, navigating, preparing, moving things to make space for the emergence of his dawning light.
God is the Universal Mother, This realization further deepened in reflecting upon my experience of my Terrestrial Biological Mother, where I observed & experienced a distorted form of love, that in hindsight was very luciferian. In that the Image that was projected upon me to fulfill, was her wish for ME to be the most Beautiful, The Most Wise, The Most Proud of all beings. Whereas I only wish for myself & everyone that we all receive from life praise, not for universal qualities which I want the exclusive rights to, but for the actual result of our work & expressions.
Furthermore to be the most beautiful, must be pretty terrible, since you will find nothing to match your own, everyone will be below your own standard of self-reference. To be the most Wise, is Foolishness not Wisdom for True Wisdom is capable of Infinite Growth. To be the most Proud, fosters only arrogance & nothing to be proud of, "the most proud" leads to actions that cause one to become "the most ashamed".
Anyway I realized that our home environment & the archetypes we are even raised through have been really tainted by a lot of strange patterns. A sobering realization that while I am certain my mother has unconditional love for me, it is also overshadowed by a LOT of conditional Love for me, A love that wishes I would be the Lucifer, that she created. A possessiveness that is not healthy. And also something that was used against me, until I could admit to myself, that perhaps I never resonated with needing to be beautiful, nor proud, BUT I did get caught in the way I enjoyed being portrayed as wise. Until having many arguments where her incapacity for her to understand would be voiced by herself as stemming only from the fact, that I can comprehend what I said cause I am smart, and she can't because she is stupid.
As these situations became more repetitive, I lost all caring for any compliments pertaining to my wisdom/intelligence etc. I became fully in touch with the insight, that I feel everyone is as intelligent and wise as myself, some pretend not to be, or choose to act stupid, but fundamentally I feel that what I can comprehend anyone can if they want to, I have no advantage over anyone. And while others might gaslight certain statements as being incomprehensible to them, or even voice it cunningly that sadly they are too stupid to understand the point, I no longer will play that game or believe in it for my own part.
This post is probably a bit chaotic and messy, because it is an initial attempt at vocalizing many different threads that have been on my mind for several years, and which so far I can vocalize into what I just purged in this post.
They are just insights that taste as if they might contain a lot of nutrients if digested properly.
I guess the main notes, I wish to hit home, is the need for us to drop our self-importance, nor fall for the tricks of those that wish to enable our self-importance for their own advantages.
The Idea of God as Mother, Creatrix (Mother, Source) & Patrix (Patterns, Information).
The Idea of how Luciferian Inversion seem to reflect into our day-to-day life on so many levels, down to our most intimate first bond with a human being, training us unconsciously to be a new Lucifer. Which is then no surprise that our World is ruled by apparent Grown-Men who really wanted to be the New Lucifer & are showing us the result of their works & expressions, which result in the emergence of purely tyrannical infernal dictatorial authorities & Corrupt institutions.
And one a final thought on God as Mother:
My first recollection of being alive, was not my physical birth, but seeing a field for the first time that I was probably really conscious enough to form a coherent memory of. I bascially saw Life, when I try to remember my first memory of an experience. A field, probably in my push-chair. When I opened my Eyes, my Mother was Life. My other mother told me the story of birthing me, which I never experienced if I go by my actual memory. The Body was Made & the Soul did inhabit it, but it only really opened its Eyes quite awhile after Birth. At least that last part is just a random thought of my own, take it all with a grain of salt anyways.
by AEK.
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