Repenting Angels

~from “The Book of Enoch:”
To Michael likewise the Lord said, Go and announce his crime to Samyaza, and to the others who are with him, who have been associated with women, that they might be polluted with all their impurity. And when all their sons shall be slain, when they shall see the perdition of their beloved, bind them for seventy generations underneath the earth, even to the day of judgment, and of consummation, until the judgment, the effect of which will last forever, be completed.

~from “The Chymical Marriage of Christian Rosencreutz:
For I was yet scarce asleep when me-thought I, together with a numberless multitude of men, lay fettered with great chains in a dark dungeon, wherein we swarmed like bees one over another, and thus rendered each other’s affliction more grievous. But although neither I, nor any of the rest, could see one jot, yet I continually heard one heaving himself above the other, when his chains or fetters were become ever so little lighter.

Now as I with the rest had continued a good while in this affliction, and each was still reproaching the other with his blindness and captivity, at length we heard many trumpets sounding together, and kettle-drums beating so artificially thereto, that it rejoyced us even in our calamity.

During this noise the cover of the dungeon was lifted up, and a little light let down unto us. Then first might truly have been discerned the bustle we kept, for all went pesle-mesle, and he who perchance had too much heaved up himself was forced down again under the others’ feet. In brief, each one strove to be uppermost, neither did I linger, but, with my weighty fetters, slipt from under the rest, and then heaved myself upon a Stone; howbeit, I was several times caught at by others, from whom, as well as I might, I guarded myself with hands and feet.

We imagined that we should all be set at liberty, which yet fell out quite otherwise, for after the nobles who looked upon us through the hole had recreated themselves with our struggling, a certain hoary-headed man called to us to be quiet, and, having obtained it, began thus to say on:

If wretched mortals would forbear
Themselves to so uphold,
Then sure on them much good confer
My righteous Mother would:
But since the same will not insue,
They must in care and sorrow rue,
And still in prison lie.
Howbeit, my dear Mother will
Their follies over-see,
Her choicest goods permitting still
Too much in Light to be.
Wherefore, in honour of the feast
We this day solemnize,
That so her grace may be increast,
A good deed she’ll devise;
For now a cord shall be let down,
And whosoe’er can hang thereon
Shall freely be releast.

~from Valiant’s post, 02 April 2015:
Long ago Angels fell from grace, many
Became Demons… Tormented and sought worship
With living things…
But there was a group of Fallen Angels
Who knew what they did was wrong…and
Have, ever since their fall sought forgiveness,
Penance…to gain back their Higher Grace…
Called Repenting Angels
See, different laws apply to them…
What if, for the first time in History
They scored points by cleaning up the Mess here
By ridding the world of troublemakers…
To win the favor of Heaven.
Now, that would be an Event.
I mean…who could stop them?
What could stop them?
Angels and Demons working together…
To get rid of you [Big Brother]…

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