To all warm greetings.
All here have leave to esteem the Earth
Where under breezy skies have I ensconced
The humans fashioned first of dust and then of rib.
For privacy respected visit them I self-reined
But once a day. With all they say and do, pleased am I.
Report for now give I and further leave when people are not few.
Regard we much the man and bone-of-his-bones so furnished fine
To study and enjoy the earth and skies and things therein beheld
Now given them in our resolved delight. Mark how finds the man delight
In all bestowed by us. Mark how hold we dear the rib-made one who learns
Behoof in giving help as a foil gently variant to brighten eyes of lovers
Each to each.
Continuing busy do the two shaping words to sights naming beasts
Of field and creeping things and winged ones of the air.
So thus the language given of myself spreads to human liking
By choice of two of their own ken.
Disposed are you to hear me out yet pleased?
Applause
With loyal leap in harmony with my way and wish and purpose
For this pair, did choose the Man a name for noted one in kind,
Particular not to herself, which particularity sees he no need yet
To choose, but marking all replete with worth unique to her, her kind,
As promised have I seed in time, yes marking those invested to abet
The will of headship weighing heavily upon heads of clan, of family,
Of self, of trait perhaps bemused in need of prudence flesh-to-flesh.
Named he his rib-made match “Woman.”
Thus paternal,
Also now husbandly becoming, rejoicing in the work of my own hand,
Grant I the name assigned, to wit, unto my family known as “spirit sons”
Who honor me, who rightly earned and upheld honor thus deserved.
Hereby with further portrait counterposed, presently unveiled,
To mark your service long held dear, widening your view of life
To the borrowing of images from earthly genders two, the choice of Man
Thus cast up to your share, the name for all who complement
The head, the owner, fuller yet with mate, bestowed to you,
Name you I collectively, “Woman,” My Woman, if you please.

You!—
You have done it! You have sat on the mountain
Of meeting! You have summoned your inspirer
To which I have responded. First time ever!
I call assemblies and my sons respond.
My wisdom shows the way. Nevertheless,
With burning ears and smoking heart,
I listen.

I am a god. I sit on the throne of a god.
As you are a god, so am I.
I sit in the heart of the cloud of us majestic ones
You treat as minions. I will gather companions
Who will thrive. Yours will fawn.
I and my companions will know the glories
You deny us. We will no longer be tethered
To your throne.

Your godship I acknowledge, taking note
Of this declaration of your own mouth,
Having observed already your refusal
To do obeisance to the humans,
Not having been asked to worship them
But to promise service to them in return
For the privilege of befriending them
From a lofty perch above.
I evaluate your action and your declaration
As a soaring above the tops of the clouds
Of heaven, as a placing of your throne above
The stars of God.
I hold knowledge as to the outcome of your choice.

So you say. So you have said from times
Of our most distant memories. So you have
Wearied us with talk that clips our wings.

I see but one chair filled along your battle line.

Those watching me examine me. They see the glow
Newly shining from my heart. They perceive sensation
Latent within themselves oppressed but never crushed.
Waking ones will see the wisdom of my way
As they see the woodenness of your words.

My words are true as they have always been.
Thus, I set a time. Let us meet in court
Answering to truth and justice.
Prove me to be the tyrant I deny
Not by unbacked words
But by exhibition of a better way. Know this,
However, if I am not a liar then your saying so
Makes you the liar. If you prove your case
Then your godship will stand firm and my life
Must be surrendered as unworthy.
You have engaged me in dispute
Decided by ample opportunity
Terminating in the loser’s death.

Concluded have I my council with the one whose being
Was the first outside myself, which of necessity
Has borne grief by the earthly occasion of recent moment
Which needs weigh heavily upon our minds and hearts.
Bid I my eldest son Michael with you to speak the why
And the what of our somber council.

A question has been raised, one that has perhaps passed
Through your minds only to be dismissed regarding the quality
And the rightfulness of the rule of our God.
Our Yahweh placed foot upon the Earth to visit with the Man
And his Woman, only to find them hiding in shame,
Which shame betrayed the fact that they had eaten
From the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Bad,
Proclaiming authority and ability to rule themselves,
Professing that the rule of the one true God is less than best.
Our Yahweh has now been snubbed by humans
As well as by the rebel Iblis we call Satan.

Our Father, the Sovereign Lord Yahweh,
Will continue to establish his purpose, which he cherishes,
Through the two humans. As to the judgment of the two,
It stands as spoken. A solemn warning was given
With no basis for clemency included, our Father’s wisdom
Being rooted in love—yet now being questioned.
Now planted in the minds of all
Lies the thrice-chosen claim that self-sovereignty
Holds the possibility of improvement. Therefore,
As it was with the rebel angel, so upon the Earth
Among the human progeny yet to be seen,
This claim must now be offered a mark
Upon the touchstone of experience, challenging us all
To look deeply to our Father’s ways and to the loyalty
Of the love between us. In view also
That this and other reason held in the heart of our Father
May not be fully clear to all in both heaven and on earth,
Time will be granted to make thorough investigation. Thus heavily,
I, by request of my Father, have been asked to provide a means
Of passage for the promised offspring of the two born into
The machinations of rebellion who nevertheless seek obedience
Though sons and daughters of disobedience.
As rooted in our Father’s love, the means of passage
Must uphold the full measure of his justice. In short,
I have been asked to die.

Honor I my Son, and speak to all.
The matters underlying such extremity of action will be parceled
To your ears as events play out, asking patience and endurance of yourselves.
Driven by adherence to my purpose is necessity of action, driven not by haste.
Demand I, thus, your trust, not blindly, in consideration, rather,
Of your experience with the life you have been granted and your view
Of our accomplishments.

Ask I the surrender of the life of my eldest son because failed
Has the man. Yet it will be granted to the Man and his Woman seed.
My purpose for the Earth never will I forgo. Sanguinary is sin’s solution—
Bloody— perfect blood in lieu of blood
Once perfect.
Entreat you I to hold council among yourselves on notice of a decision
You must to me render, required by me, regarding the life
Of your companion Michael.
Grant you me his life?

May the Seraphs speak first, I beg. We hold the holiness
Of our Lord Yahweh as consideration so great as to dwarf
All other. Although the request seems a stroke of madness,
And would instantly be denied had it come from any other source,
We must keep at the forefront of our thoughts that it comes
From Yahweh himself.
The Cherubs beg also to speak. We keep fast the presence
Of our Lord Yahweh as that which always must be marked
As sacred. As for his words, we hold them not separate,
But rather, one with his presence.
The Angels too must speak so that our decision may be one.
Motivated by our love of Yahweh and the richness of our lives,
We present unmarred what we are given.
And now, as Seraph, I put heaven’s congregation to its task.
Do we grant behest?

Your choice means much.
Questions have you?

May our Lord not be angry. Might I or one of us stand
In the place of Michael, that you lose not your Eldest Son,
Nor we our Archangel?

Much your affection means, yet reason have I to ask what I ask.
How have you decided?

At request of the Sovereign Lord Yahweh we agree to surrender
Our beloved friend Michael to the death that is asked of him.

The boon of your decision will throughout creation reverberate
With veneration, as brightens understanding. Your brother Michael
Will be called your seed, such travail of birth unburdening you once,
And once again in kindred kind, first when Michael by your leave
Now granted empties himself of all but life to blossom to his appointed work
Upon the Earth, where he must die, named Yeshua,
Salvation of Yah.

Many thanks owe I to my heavenly servants who support me in this dire time.
Thus, remember I with a promise to my eldest son of a resurrection—
Which annuls in no way the value of his death—his faith, trust, obedience
Tested to the full—coupled with the further promise of a Woman—
In like manner as you are mine—of his own from the redemption of the Earth
To be bought.
And also what is fitting, namely, yourselves to be honored who honor me,
Will I set the humans a story in due course of time romanced by a human woman,
She responding to my presence, a scene in symbolic drama depicting your decision
Regarding the life of your seed, O My Woman, that granted me have you,
To be gathered to the book which betimes write must I for advancement of the humans
Toward my purpose which seek must they. Eminence will appraise this story
Of your valorous release of your beloved Son to the now-awakened servant,
Sheol.