There was a time when a tree once bore fruit and it was complete in total array. Peace followed close by and wisdom was near. The tree was admired by all creation and was held as the representation of good. It’s fruit never aged, nor did creation experience its taste. For if anyone dared to partake of this great knowledge, they would be granted great trials and wealth. At this point creation new nothing of time since there was no need to measure something that would never end. In these days the earth stood still. It was suspended in time and space for the clocks of the universe were not running. The need to calculate space time continuum was not yet to come, for the creator was like a clock maker for He knows the beginning, the end and every tick in between. He admired His creation and was known to walk amongst it. He loved His creation because before, in a distant time, long ago it was just Him. Before earth He was the only light in the great abyss. As for the tree, this was His and His alone; it was forbidden to creation. You see, by placing objectivity in the center, He ensured that creation trusted Him as their provider through their willingness to obey. “If they believe in me, they will have no need for anything else.” Since time had not started counting backwards at this point, food wasn’t a need for substance to sustain life. It was only for their enjoyment and being content since the mind was a powerful tool that was placed within each of the different aspects of creation. The animals and man comforted each other, and they longed to please one another. Man gave them their names and they gave man a sense of responsibility. Together they gave each other purpose.

These days were mystical and pure. Temperature was perfect and storms were unknown. There was no such thing as fear because evil was not born unto them. The creator spent His days admiring His work and He loved His creation dearly. For He and man were friends and He provided man great knowledge. Though deep with thought, the creator knew this wouldn’t last as He prepared His warriors for things to come. Amongst the vast military might unimaginable to human concept the Creator had an elite group amongst His Squadrons, and they were called Legion. The leader of Legion was cunning and brave, the bravest of all, he was named Archfiend by the creator meaning cunning chief. Even though Archfiend was discontent with their Master’s unwillingness to favor his warriors. This was primarily due to the overwhelming pride that existed within the Legion’s ranks. For they spent their days boasting of their talents and abilities rather staying focused on what truly mattered. Their talents were not theirs but the gift of the Master’s grace forwarded to the ones whose task had a distinct purpose.

Archfiend asks the creator daily “what are we preparing for?” “Why does your favor go to the squadrons but not to my Legion”? And the creator said, “Your heart is far from me, but you praise me with your lips.” Archfiend felt anger for the first time and the Creator knew the time is near. For Archfiend sought every potential for perfection to end, because He desired to be perfect like His master. This was impossible because only the Creator knew about creation of life or perfection. There is a reason for His brilliance and measure, for the many questions of why was to come. Most can only be answered by Him for He developed the scene that is the beginning, middle, and end with every step along the way. He was the master of existence and matter knows His name, for even what isn’t of seen form understands what is to be true. He formed the body of each individual organism and each individual person. Like an object in a clock to measure forward in space, He sets the clock on everything that was derived from light. So that If the day comes were disobedience is given birth; time starts counting back for everything that has possesses life. We are now required to provide for ourselves. Hence comes the storm to nourish the earth and create new.

The cycle begins and seasons are designated for birth, growth and rest. Time will equal experience and that will be how man measures wisdom because they are distant from the creator. Remember the creator knows all because He is, He will always be, He is to come. He cannot be prisoner to time like everything else. He is the end…

In the the great universe evil was rising and the Legion was was preparing for something; but the many Generals of the Great Squadron took up counsel with the Word. For Archfiend was without orders, and this was a violation. The Creator knew the rebellion was not far from now. Archfiend was setting up a coupe to end the insanity of perfection. For if He could not be like God, then no one could be God. Something about purity disgusted him. “The time is at hand” said the creator and the Word gave the command to the squadrons. Generals of the heavens bound the Legion and a great battle erupted in the universe. Archfiend and His men took to their desires and conflict for the first time erupted in the sky’s. The General seized the Legion and kicked them out of Heaven forever, cursing them never to return. Archfiend and His Legion roamed the deserts of the world they knew as earth. Nursing their wounds and tending to their new environment. The Legion vowed they would regain strength and Defeat the Creators Armies. This thought was stupidity at its finest and treason to the higher command. The created time was urning to count and measure to subtract and divide to move forward against the aging of the night. This was inevitable and this was the moment divine art wrote “ Rest will not come to those who are separated from my light; truth they will seek and knowledge will not come, for what purpose is it to gain the knowledge of man without the divine prophecy of understanding. They will come close but what is right to man in their eyes is not holy in mine. They must die in their own eyes and shed their self-love to find me.”