John Milton wrote Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained. After he died, his soul looked all around like a baby crying for the mother for seven days. The guardian angels took his soul to a world as per his belief patterns in after life. He was dumbfounded to see and find nothing as he believed or taught in his flesh. Every thing is different after death. The guardian angels took care of his doubts.
One idea, make work it in flesh; humans may eject;
No force could take human freewill captive;
Thus, falls battle all time in ways deceptive
They had to wait until the human children grow in age
And begin their anti god mission; what a time wastage!
They have to follow through human maturity;
Falls lack patience, glide in human mentality
And restart all over again,
With no hope and no gain
To enter or to leave bloody fleshes
Baby Falls need double hell lashes
Once they leave bodies, it’s all vacuum dark
Find no water or matter, to ignite their spark
They roam and cry, to find their host
In the cycle of rebirths like the ghost
They hate to get back to hell
Where no flesh thrills dwell;
They are stuck with human world
In summer, winter, spring or cold
Scene 7: From Alexandria to all nations
JM watched the history of Egypt and Alexandria and the translation work of the Hebrew literature by the Greeks. He sees the work of the Baby fallen angels in al those historical events. He watched the histories of Gnostic sects and their anti-Semitic literature. The messianic movement began. Thousands of self anointed messiahs roamed all around with their disciples. Greeks termed these messiahs as pseudo philosophers and sophists.
In those times many religions were invented and thousands of denominations were mushroomed. They all aimed to prove that there are many gods in the universe. They made humans to bow down to thousands of avatar Baals and Ashtaroth. Soon there were many religions in the human world. But the humans only behaved as humans no matter what the fallen angels taught them.
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Behold, the greater human city of Alexandria
The antique seat of ersatz agraphal biblaridia
Muddled copies from aleph, be’th to Alphabets
Anti-Semitics, fishers of men and trainee’ nets
Testing prophets, collegiates from lower kindergartens
Thousands of schools in the imitation of Eden gardens
Trained in the roles of Babel, Hittite, Hellene deities
Cute baby Baalim and Ashtaroth in cultural varieties
Counterfeits of Israel, allowed to lead them all astray
Making them rebel against their only God and betray
Leaving their everlasting peaceful Covenant forever
And to assimilate in nations and to return never ever
The aim is one; parts and methods are so many
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