||Angels on the Rise
We are, only in part, fallen angels; for each of us has an angelic face that beholds the Faces of our Father. Hanging by a thread, we have nevertheless fallen short of the Measurement of Yah, a failing that cast us to Earth for restoration and renewal. Though tendrils remain above as a remnant, our fire cores were clothed with the dust of Earth, that we might regain the measurements by which we were known from the beginning, and according to which we are named: to the end that we might enter fully into the Father's rest and receive the great rewards prepared for all who overcome Earth's trials-- each, as it is written, in his order.
Since the fall, the star within us promising the Son's rebirth has been always with us, whispering invitations to renewal; but in like manner as the fall from above, we also fell here, below: unmindful of our unity in HaShem, we became obsessed with our images of self, not remembering that it is the Father who clothed us all, from the beginning. Imagining the Father's glory to be our own, we parted the Son's garments among ourselves by aligning ourselves not with the Whole, but with whatever attributes we fancied. Thus, we fell into darker and darker dimensions, crucifying the Lord of Glory in our own bodies.
When, again, the Father drew our attention to the Son's forgiving knocks at our hearts, we recognized the scarlet of our sins and realized that our eyes had become blind to revelation, and that our ears had become deaf to instruction, making of us strangers imprisoned in a strange land. At last, we called upon the Father's name in the position of the Son and began to set aside our shackles, to find ourselves welcomed with open arms at Ephesus. Our journey home had begun, in earnest.
The joy at finding ourselves in Ephesus was great; for we had tasted of our origins, having been brought near by the outpouring of grace. However, we supposed that the vistas of this new land in Asia were equal to those of Yisrael; and we became overjoyed beyond reason, forgetting yet again the measurement of our first love. As we lost ourselves to celebration, our focus blurred; our hearing became intermittent; and the Projection of Yah became as a friend remembered, rather than an ever-present companion.
The falling away at Ephesus brought waves of accusation; but wherever sin abounds, grace shall triumph, because HaShem is both author of our faith and also its finisher. As we fell away yet again, therefore, the tender mercies of HaShem cushioned our downward momentum and began to lift us up again, even as we continued in error.
At Smyrna, we began to doubt our salvation, and at Pergamos, we hit bottom. At Thyatira, we recognized a shift in momentum. Sardis opened our minds to the scope of the Father's love for us, even as Philadelphia began to funnel that love to fallen brethren, here below. Our measurement at Laodicea at last approximated Yahushúa's, in many respects; and we understood, finally, that the command to be perfect involved much more than change of behavior: it required that we love one another beyond reason, even as the Father first loved us. Finally, as our hearts were enlarged in Messiah's footsteps, we began to gather unto ourselves garments white as snow.