Fallen Angels

She was a child star who was preyed upon by those she needed to trust.  Minute after minute, hour after hour, then year after year, they worked on her, nudging, and priming, and grooming her into their perfect victim.  But she fought back, much much more than they intended, so they fried her brains with experimental drugs.

What none of them know, not even the now adult former star, is that she took this assignment ahead of time, knowing all along the outcome - that she would take an extremely public fall,  one that would nearly claim her life - because her story would spark the world into first protecting the children.

It was a preordained plan.

They were born feeling as though their skin was their enemy, as foreign chemicals screamed within their brain.  Nothing about their life, their identity felt right, felt good, felt sane.

What they didn't know is they too chose this horrendously difficult life - this public warfare of identity, of acceptance, tolerance, and love... so that others in the future would never have to face being ostracized for being different.

It was a preordained plan.

She wanted parents that loved her, and supported her, and never put her in harms way for entertainment, and the chance to play savior.  She wanted to know she was safe, yet the little girl never once did.  She wanted to trust, and not fear.  She wanted justice, not constant persecution and isolation.  She just wanted to get along, instead... they fed on her fear.

What she suspected, but no one else ever did... was that it was all planned.  So that she could identify the boogeymen who stalk our collective shores.  So that she could become the cutting edge of a incorruptible blade capable of defending the innocent.

It was a preordained plan.

Ask me if free will exists - and I will tell you - for some it does not. 

For some did not come here to be anything more than a tool for a higher good.  For them life is a harsh and painful journey undertaken for a higher purpose, with the foreknowledge of the the risks and the burdens, knowing eventually these temporary human masks would be removed - never to be thought of again.

Fallen Angels are not demons. 

And they are most definitely not lost souls, at least not in the way you might think.

They are masterpieces painted by our times - stood out in front - so that the whole world can see our collective folly - so that we may ALL learn, grow, evolve, and love - more deeply than ever before.

They are fallen only because they chose not to recall who they really are, instead they allowed themselves to take on the iconic pain and suffering of these times - so others won't have to.

So, if you ever catch yourself wondering where all the heroes have gone - remember: they're right here - out in front. 

Our true heroes are the fallen angels who are screaming for the world to change, grow, and eventually evolve into love.  Their lives are their messages. 

We honor them by paying attention.



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Namaste

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