‘The Fallen Angel is You’
Mi estudiantes, your suspicion has turned into a muy fuerte certainty that YOU are the ‘fallen angel’. Aye aye aye! Don’t start stamping around in your leotards now because me n you are going to have some fun.
Hey compadres, I bet you can’t recall the event that occurred between the observer (propietario de la atención y la intención) and the process of observing that left ‘you’ here. Verdad? A ‘you’ that ‘you’ think is more real than your real nature. You can’t remember your decision because you never made one. Se conjuró! Si, that’s right… you were conjured. Tell me, digame, who made the metaphorical light-bending prism (brain vibration) that sits under su sombrero? And why and how did the observer allegedly become trapped or tricked into believing its own creación espectral to be the observer?
Estudiantes, escúcheme y le liberaré!
Ahora, open your ears to my message of liberation…
You know that time exists as a symptom of thought generated space. So ask yourself, can an angel ever have ‘fallen’?
La respuesta es “no” (for you gringos, I said the answer is ‘NO’).
Some luchadors say that the word ‘fallen’ requires time to squeeze out its meaning, implying that your state of being is, has, and will always be ‘fallen’. They say this as if you’re either locked into the temporary ilusión del tiempo, OR always ‘fallen’ in the now. But what are we? ¿Qué somos? We are what we choose amigos, y sometimes we are neither. As my demented church going luchadors will suggest, ‘If there is no time, how can a soul ever ‘rise’ up?’ Well, it can’t because ‘to rise’ involves time, and there is no such thing outside the cuadrilatero, the fighting ring. Si, to many, you are either ‘fallen’ or not. But amigos, it’s soooo unfair to think of yourself as ‘fallen’, as you are just like me, timeless, an observer that takes no shit, con fuertes brazos, with sturdy legs, and awesome fight moves. How can you be ‘fallen’ if you were conjured? You can’t. ¿Cómo puede ser responsable de lo que eres? I said, how can you be responsible for your state since I created you? You can’t be.
In the end, usted es perfecto. Y how couldn’t you be. After all, soy su padre y profesor, y the love of a father for his ninos is muy grande. Come now, we have some cultures to destroy, some delusions to plant, y películas para crear.
Uno mas vez… a little secret for you… angles don’t fall.