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I use to think i had long hair but now im not so sure

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Hello, all! I’m a fallen seraph, and I just made this sideblog for divine and angel related things. If you post anything related to incarnate angels, particularly those of us who are fallen, please like or reblog this so that I can follow you! 

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Hello, all! I’m a fallen seraph, and I just made this sideblog for divine and angel related things. If you post anything related to incarnate angels, particularly those of us who are fallen, please like or reblog this so that I can follow you! 

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You don’t have to have long hair to feel angelic.

You don’t have to wear white to feel angelic.

You don’t have to spend time in places of worship to feel angelic.

You don’t have to shine, glitter, or sparkle to feel angelic.

Not all angels are the same.

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Don’t ask me what my name is. It was stolen from me when I was seven years old and since then I’ve forgotten every last letter of it. - Don’t ask me what my age is. I could count the days, but that wouldn’t suffice. Time has been going too slow to know. - Don’t ask me where I live. I live in between galaxies too far away from this earth to be able to relate my place in the universe to yours. I live in stardust. I live in the sun. I live in the toxins of planets unknown. I live in fires that you can’t comprehend. I live in bone-chilling ice and ferocious wind. I live in the cracks in the universe that appear when you’re sad. I live in the supernovas that swallow solar systems whole. I live in untouched space. I live in emptiness. - Don’t ask me what my favorite memory is. I don’t have memories, I only have time. I only have the dust that has collected on forgotten shelves and the discoloration of the things you once held dear. I only have a blank postcard. I only have a picture frame. - Don’t ask me for my number. If you do, I’ll recite every digit that has been given to me until your flesh turns inside out. - So don’t ask me if you can get to know me. You will never know me. You can only pretend to know me.

he who will never be known // (g.h.)

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Greetings

I was an Angel of the Lord called Lilorial. My purpose was to heal my bretheran during the Great Heavenly War, my memories of which are not very good. 

I was tall, with long golden hair and my eyes were all white. My wings were a soft baby blue and I had three sets. I wore a white robe and silver chains about my wrists. 

If you remember me, or think you might, please feel free to send me a message and we can chat some more. Even if you don’t, it would be nice to meet more angels! 

Otherwise, enjoy this blog! 

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I’m not going to be able to sleep if I don’t say this, so I will now

To any and all people questioning if they’re angelic/divine/etc. or who are new to all of this- hell, even to those who aren’t new to this

Remember you’re human now, please. This is Earth, you’re a human, you’re surrounded by humans. Procedure on Earth for religion and spirituality is the following:

Bottom line, your beliefs are personal to you and only you.

Just because someone is claiming to be a god or The God or an archangel or whatever, doesn’t mean you have to believe them or treat them like it. If they’re a good person, they’re not gonna want you doing that and if they aren’t, then they don’t deserve it.

Your journey is yours, only you have the answers. If talking to someone who claims they’re your Father brings you comfort then great, good for you, but remember they’re human right now too. You are speaking to another human first and foremost.

You don’t have to share beliefs, any beliefs, with someone to chat respectfully with them.

Please be safe, and be careful out there. Being paranoid is no good, but blind faith is equally dangerous.

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Let's play a game called 'Is That A Kin Memory or Is That Just My Imagination'

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Be wary of those who claim to be God.

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Some of the fallen aren’t ready for this. Some of us are still healing. Some of us are still angry.

Some of us still hate the Father with every fiber of our being because it was at His will we were thrown from our home like we meant nothing.

It was at His will some of us had the wings torn from our backs.

Some of us, many of us, are still broken, still figuring out what we’re meant to do here now that Heaven does not want us back.

These fallen do not deserve to have their emotions played with by a stranger claiming to be the God who cast them out of Heaven. They do not deserve to be told that all is forgiven and that it hurt Him to throw them out when they remember so clearly begging for mercy and just a little understanding.

Some of us aren’t ready. Some of us never will be.

And whoever this person who claims to be our Father truly is, I hope they understand how deeply they are hurting some of us.

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Okay, where’s that post about “we’re all God’s children and He left us in a hot car” because… that’s a good summary of this evening.

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greek mythology ↣ main gods

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no offense but normalize aoc (angels of color). not every angel is gonna be that blonde haired blue eyed light skinned stereotype. poc can be pure and angelic too.

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things that are fake: gender, time, the government things that are real: the chupacabra