Equilibrium

Preface

I am Kezef, Angel of Destruction. Though I am not of order of the Scribes, I must tell of a history long forgotten, for I am one who assisted in the destruction of the world once resided upon. What you touch, feel, see, hear, taste; it is but a copy of a world once was. Our highest order, servers of our Creator, the Seraphim, are in charge of tracking the events which happen in each known dimension. These dimensions I speak of are not of your known three, but ones which overlap, stacked like papyrus or parchment on a scribe’s sacred throne. I will not go into the science of the situation in this section, for the mighty warlord will digress. What you may read is what happened in a history long vanished into the fabric of existence, for there is no existence. I will explain this much, to not exist, is to live. In front of you is a stack of paper, glued to another overlapping paper with thicker texture. It is known as a book. What you may think is an obvious fact is actually incorrect, for the book is not there. Nor is your hand, nor father nor mother. You were not born, but rather, formed by a mass of conscious, searching for a mortal form to infiltrate. Your scientists look to rip holes in the fabric of space, when there is none to rip. Your space is our air, and air cannot be ripped, merely punctured, much like an aeroplane breaking the barriers of sound. This concept you may find too difficult to understand, but I cannot make myself much clearer. You interact with what you “see”, though you don’t even see at all. I stand before you know, in my own realm, writing these very secrets upon my stone tablet. You don’t understand, and I don’t expect you to. You are mortal, but once you have reached the passage of your pathetic concept of death, you are only traveling. The eschaton which you so freely discuss is nonexistent. I am an angel, so I am a follower of Jehovah. However, heaven is not a concept we understand. We are like you, having obtained a permanent form which our consciousness cannot be permitted to escape. We are not consciousness, but we obtain it in greater numbers. I do not expect you to understand this, and the great warlord will further attempt to explain. I am Kezef, Angel of Destruction. Even now, I break the laws which my brothers Hagenti and Penemuel have done so many millenia ago. Time does not permit me to explain the faults of my brothers, so I will refer you to the lost book of Enoch and Taszhel. They restate what I have and much more. The answers of your eschaton and Sheol are further explained in this journal which I have kept to record the history of Ghathytij, the false earth. I am Kezef, Angel of Destruction, and I do not expect you mortals to understand my concepts of the world within worlds.