The Brink of Despair

If the covering cherub had been laboring under hidden guilt, worry about coming chaos as the reward for mounting errors would have pricked his thoughts as he performed his duties, fanning fires of shame. The dread of his liability would have become a nagging goad, and he would have become obsessed with the spectacle of being thrown from the highest level of service to sudden banishment in ignominy. If he had been fearfully suspecting, discovering, and tracking ever-widening pathways to sin, it would have harassed and unnerved him, world without end.

Whether guilty or not, we know by reason of the flaw’s report that the Light Bearer was transmogrified, transfigured, recreated, reborn, born anew. He had been praised as the perfect covering cherub; but as a man, he would be feared by some as a perfectly intolerable menace and hated by others as a scapegoat for their own “iniquities.”

After the expulsion, his reception on earth as a mortal would have been met with resentment, drawing shame and derision from all he encountered. His adoptive brothers would surely have painted him with guilt he would forever shoulder as an infectious outsider. Still worse for him, bloody tale bearers would seal his dishonor among their fellows with gossip; and he would soon become labeled as a devil, some even whispering that he was the Satan about whom they had been warned.

Times are determined by the spin of the wheel; and in God’s creation, wheels turn within wheels as firmaments spread into expanses. By the time Lucifer first lived as a human being, the bane of iniquity would have touched every family on earth. Perceived through the dimmed eyes of errant mortals, the fallen angel could expect no sympathy for his fate; nor would he find remedy against the shudder his name had awakened in the hearts of his contemporaries.

Ostracism is severe punishment. He would have craved alliances, welcoming even his fiercest detractors because confrontation requires interaction and would have chiseled at the distance between himself and his accusers, relieving the solitude and opening a causeway for dialog. His desperation would have been driving him near madness.

His thirsting soul would have been riven by an itch of the absurd; and the corrosive cancer of guilt within his angelic core would have metastasized into a narcissistic pride that had not been present in his experience as the covering cherub, but which would have seized upon his nakedness as a hapless man. It would no longer be said of him thathe was perfect in all his ways or that he wasthe Bearer of God’s Light.

When the realms were created, an expanse between heaven and earth was created to divide the higher from the lower, the light from the darkness, and to rule reality of discrete systems integrated within other systems throughout the expanse of space, in which night and day are one.