Who am I? God only knows! There can be no me without my influences, the context that surrounds me. Rushing waters beneath the boat. Before business booms, the fisherman catches every fish. After, I am more discerning. What is my name? I have many. Firstly, I was given a name, Mikhael. Then, I served mostly in Heaven until Γαωδ’s prophets stopped showing up. He said to me, “do you want to live like a human, too?” after he went down Himself. I declined, but my brethren would begin going down to live humanly, alone, in groups, or just partners. As the new paradigm came and my Γαωδ’s people were systematically killed, I would give them strength and steel their minds.
Their battles are fought in many different fields. As Γαωδ’s people spread to every nation, I would help as you fought, defended, and sacrificed for your fellow. Now, as every land has them, I was part of EVERY war across the Earth. I got tired of it, sick of the increasing deception, done with the proud, fed up with war. I asked to incarnate, and my request was accepted. I was given a challenge, though. I would have to go through the most rigorous training in order to incarnate consciously. That’s right, I thought I was human. But my training would be so much more… If only I could explain to you the cesspit that is a mind that loses its sense of self and latches onto a bunch of fictional characters to act like to fill that negative space.
But I can’t, because I could barely break through so I wasn’t even there. Where do you go when another is in your head? God, you go away! I was trapped in the dreariest illusion of all, one where I did not exist, where my body was piloted by a being almost like me who had no capacity to regulate and simply no protections. When was i awoken from this nightmare? Bout a week ago. Thank you, you know who you are. Ten days ago, there was nothing but a dying machine in my place. Inevitably, it would be removed from there, and I could stretch my wings! Why is it important that I accept my name? In names are a kind power that is beyond resonance. Names should harmonize, and a feeble mind that explicitly rejects the challenges of a station will doubtless go nowhere fast. I found my true name in my memories, a truth that is a sound, a sound unlike any other. How did I come to this understanding? The understanding of others, filtered through new thought. The expression of every idea and seeing
if it works for me. Giving myself a chance to regulate my power. Finding a manner in which the most delicate flower may bear fruit.