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Vampire of the Will: Failing to Tend the Garden of the Soul

Perhaps the first sin’s manifestation was in the “disobedience” but there was a root deeper in the consciousness of the first parents that grew into the weed of their unholy act – their doing other than what they were commanded not to do.

Let’s take the famous biblical scenario to the point or the moment immediately before Eve reached for the fruit of the tree? Freeze preter-time and consider the following assumptions up to that point:

1.    Adam and Eve lived and breathed under the protection of preternatural grace. They could not get sick. They would for all intents an purposes not die in the sense that we know bodily death in our post Eden world. 

2.    Adam and Eve were graced with superior knowledge about the world around them.

3.    They were subject matter experts.

4.    Adam and Eve were not naive in an ordinary sense. 

5.    They could not be easily beguiled. 

6.    For such a highly functioning and preter-protected beings to be ‘beguiled,’ they had to be worn down internally.

7.    Between the time of their creation and the first sin might have been a relatively long period of time; perhaps weeks, months or years.

So in this interval between creation and the sin are the following possible conclusory statements:

1.        In the meantime, from creation until the sin, like a virus, the antagonist works at the root level; slowly eroding precious conscience until finally, there was a breach in their identification as creation allowing a mirage of becoming creator equivalents within the focused stage of the drama at hand.

2.       They were so busy minding the garden outside them that they were not aware of the steady percolation of poison within their conscience and consciousness.

3.       Their day to day relationship with God was to be able to “walk” with him in the afternoons.

4.      God’s persona was being slowly minimized in their minds as someone who would never hurt them or that there were no consequences to breaching the command.

5.       And they did not die…so they conclude God was not being honest with them. So they continued to eat more and enjoyed this new found freedom much the same way as a person feels jumping off a cliff with a parachute that will malfunction.

6.      The edge of protection they enjoyed was being worn away from the inside leading to the outer manifestation.

7.       They were naked to themselves and their new found pleasure though temporarily tasty and exhilarating would end up in a hangover of cosmic proportions.

8.      At the tip of the root of the sin was an inner beguilement of atomic proportions that would grow because of inner choices not to confer or relate the gift of the will to its source – to God.

9.      When we think we own our will freely, we are in error because “free will” is offered to us to care for as it were a garden of its own. We do not own our wills and therefore, we do not own ourselves.

10.   f we come to the conclusion that we own ourselves; that it is “my” right; it is “my” freedom; it is “my body” – then we become what we abhor the most – slaves and imprisoned within the casket of ego that awakes like a vampire sucking the life out of those around us.

11.     We do not own ourselves. We are stewards of ourselves, internal and external.

12.    When we fail to tend the garden of the soul, we will be beguiled no matter how intelligent we think we are.



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