Archangels and Lucifer

Archangels and Lucifer

Jegudiel, Selaphiel, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel : They are archangels.

Jegudiel as laudation of god from eastern orthodox culture,

Selaphiel from the second book of Esdras also from Eastern Orthodox tradition,

Michael from Bible is named as the field commander of the army of god (in the vision of Daniel, Michael has been described as the protector of Israel)

Gabriel from Gospel of Luke, also the messenger from god who in Islamic views was the mediul through whom god revealed the Quran to Mohammad. He is considered the chief of the four favored angels and the spirit of truth. Islam says that he is the creator of Holy Spirit.

Raphael from Book of Tobit, (It is God who heals). This angel is also the doctor of medicine thus echoing the healing function traditionally attributed to this angel
Uriel from Book of Enoch.

Islam named Archangels as Gabriel, Michael, Raphael and Azrael. But many have acknowledged several archangels and among them the fallen archangel Lucifer famously known as Satan was an archangel until he rebelled against God who then had Michael cast him down to Hell from heaven. Malakhi Elohim or angels of god or malakhi Adomai or angels of the lord, sons of God and the Holy ones are all considered Angelic Messengers.

Lucifer -the Morning Star tried to rise high over the clouds and begin himself on the mountain where the gods assembled, in the far north, but was cast down into the underworld.

When Allah commanded all of the angels to bow down before Adam (the first Human), Iblis, full of hubris and jealousy, refused to obey Allah's command (he could do so because, as a jinn, he had free will), seeing Adam as being inferior in creation due to his being created from clay as compared to him (created of fire).
"It is We Who created you and gave you shape; then we bade the angels prostrate to Adam, and they prostrate; not so Iblis (Lucifer); He refused to be of those who prostrate."
(Allah) said: "What prevented thee from prostrating when I commanded thee?" He said: "I am better than he: Thou didst create me from fire, and him from clay."
Qur'an 7:11–12
It was after this that the title of "Shaitan" was given, which can be roughly translated as "Mischievous" or "Devil". Shaitan then claims that if the punishment for his act of disobedience is to be delayed until the Day of Judgment, that he will divert many of Adam's own descendants from the straight path during his period of respite.Allah accepts the claims of Iblis and guarantees recompense to Iblis and his followers in the form of Hellfire. To test mankind and jinn alike, Allah allowed Iblis to roam the earth to attempt to convert others away from his path. He was sent to earth along with Adam and Eve, after eventually luring them into eating the fruit from the forbidden tree.

Joseph Campbell illustrates an unorthodox Islamic reading of Lucifer's fall from Heaven, which champions Lucifer's eclipsing love for God:
One of the most amazing images of love that I know is in Persian – a mystical Persian representation as Satan as the most loyal lover of God. You will have heard the old legend of how, when God created the angels, he commanded them to pay worship to no one but himself; but then, creating man, he commanded them to bow in reverence to this most noble of his works, and Lucifer refused – because, we are told, of his pride. However, according to this Muslim reading of his case, it was rather because he loved and adored God so deeply and intensely that he could not bring himself to bow before anything else, and because he refused to bow down to something inferior to him (since he was made of fire, and man from clay). And it was for that that he was flung into Hell, condemned to exist there forever, apart from his love.

Rebirth

"Mad hoe blocking my flow but still I’m let you know why I’m ready to hollow

Light up a green herb and slow the time just to knock my mind

Knock some questions up, yeh I got some questions and stuff

Don’t know where to begin and don’t know where should It end

It’s like when its threshold unfolds and it’s out of hold

Yeh it’s just a feeling but it’s really deep

Deeper than the thoughts that made it, some unexplainable shit

I got love for hurt and some hurtful love

Ain’t nothing different about this awful world

Same morning hustle and tiring nights,

Every day on and on some rueful first blood fights

Same wishful thinking for pleasures that keep sinking

While kids be singing and old folks keep drinking

Sick phones keep ringing and why I be always thinking?

Is it a change that is needed or a need that has changed?

Past making future or resentment still caged?

Why there is no trust in the blood that is one?

Why everybody lives for freedom that dies under a gun?

Why we say that god is one when we diversify humanity

It ain’t religion but a reason that can conquer sanity

Dying every day and wishing for rebirth

Is still a dream at least in this world

Even though the sun’s got light in the dark but under the clouds it don’t mean a thing

You can change every day but being born again and doing it different is still a dream

You can read the end of the book or read it in a flash

It don’t make any sense, how you connect two ends is still a test

It’s already blending, how you begin and how you ending

The middle of your life is your job so wait for no angels cause he ain’t sending

You hopeless fuck, this is one dream so where you be lending?

Listen to this modulated rap beat out of my mouth to ya ears that I'm sending

One block a baby just born and the very next block a man just died

It’s a circle of life; a soul once gone has just been given another try"

- R 'double' E.N 2010

A Feeling called Love

when tears come in your eyes..
and you try to stop them..!!!
time is moving....
and you've so many questions....

when ya heart is broken,
and you are still something, hoping...!!!!
fear is in your mind,
and you have few words unspoken...!!!

when all things go wrong,
and it's difficult to find its reasons...!!!!
suddenly you meet someone,
and he starts finding you a moment to be stolen...!!!

feeling of his touch makes ya warm,
now everything is more beautiful and Golden..!!
let your Love grow More and More,
and let your heartbeat fasten!!!!!

this is the feeling of true love..
which grows stronger day by day,
for someone...!!!!!!!!

Lie

I fell upon the very ground that once raised my pulse and made me a man I was before. Lie bruises deeper than flesh and bones as strong as iron crumble in seconds upon the very pillars of faith once entombed.

It is not life but death that decides its final purpose. It is not pain but wounds that define hurt. It is not love but hate that defines compassion and longing towards the same. It is not faith but trust that eludes wisdom towards its crumbling; it is faith and not trust that shatters belief.

It is obvious if the longing for something more than life is eluded by one moment of simple but yet so unobvious words: years of acumen crushes without admonition.

"As I sleep thru the dark times, only to desire rest but no sleep

Dreams yet again forcefully hollowing heart within deep

So death comes in times of prayers

As I lay my gaze upon your sight

I see thru your gaze thru the tears

And memories that were once the future

It is now the fate that cannot be changed

For once what was my crown

Now has departed to rule another kingdom

For what was once my destiny rewarded by gods

Is now my curse laid upon my worthless life

I still see that same face as love betrays my shadow

I still feel the touch as her warmth is my reason to live

I still stand beside my own people as they see what I do

Words once for me are just the rhymes of new roses

And this life as if wild and unchanged yet attached to the underworld

But then reasons, I see an image and I read Hades

I despise angels even thought they stand beside me

I despise life as thought another has to come after this

And I carry hope for the afterlife and my path to the old memories

As if I know what future holds"

The Touch

"And on came the winter and then came the spring

New breeze and flowers and then followed a dream

Soon followed the sun and then came my shade

Into my heart thru the river of fire, a flame came to invade

And then it rained and it rained hell

Clouds of grey horizons and many black nights to tell

But it rained thru the sun and it only rained blue

The world was a different place for both me and you

And then came the nightmare and then came the fall

What was once here was gone never to call

And then came a feeling, a touch made it forever

If it rained again, it will only rain for better"

-Fireflies 2010

Dreams

If life was pictured black and white then perhaps it would have been a classic but it has been colored in shades, transfusions with so many differences that sometimes it's hard to keep a check.

"Tonight I'll fly like those birds that flew away together

Tonight I'll dream as if my rules were not meant forever

Tonight I'll cover patches of some broken dreams

Tonight I'll burst like the rain without the grey themes

Tonight I'll haunt my inner ghosts with memories of old screams

But if tomorrow never comes then tonight I'll sleep in my dreams"

Fireflies - 'Reen'

You can't plan for anything; someone told me that it never works. If colors can replace the classic black, white and grey then I'm happy to be colorblind.

Someone close to me shared a poem by Percy B. Green, it's a nursery rhymes and it's beautiful.

"A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed"

Painted Emotions

Painted Emotions

Sun was up and everybody was tired after the day’s break but my mind was hazed with expressions of art. I stood up and I picked up a paper and a pencil and gave my thoughts an image that I wanted to transform and sketch but it was blur and not colorful and I was thinking that maybe this is a face of a man from my past, one I know who has cemented his soul in my mind.

I don’t know if he was my dad who reminded me of his books and experiences and maybe it is the fear that he has engraved in my mind.

On other thoughts, maybe it’s my mom who reminds me every moment of eating at time and reminds me of clocks, food cause it’s the connection of womb, soul and another life but same.

Maybe this face is of my sisters who depend on arguments with me all the time and this face arrived cause of a fight with them in the past.

Maybe it’s the face of my friend who is stamped in my heart because of affection and a bond that only god can exceed.

Maybe this face is of my teacher; my guru who is still shivering my bones cause of incomplete homework and the fear has entitled me of being stable.

Maybe it’s the face of some girl for whom my love has no boundaries. Maybe it’s the face of my enemy who reminds me of the hurt I passed on. But in all of this, there is something that moulds my thoughts, my art, my vision and above all, my mind. But time wasn’t on my side so I could give this image a body and a sound. This face wants to remind me of something that those people I left behind in my past are reminding me of, that I’m theirs and in them there is someone that reminds me that those who I couldn’t remember gave my thoughts and visions a feeling of their own and connected me with them.

I understood that this visionary imagination was not merely art and a conceivable face but were real people and real feelings that can only be felt by living with people carrying hope, happiness and love.

This face is in my mind and will always remain there as it is, cause this face was a path to past and a memory that has been carved in my mind cause of my heart and it’s vision has grown compassion in me for poetry.

Maybe art is something that will stay a mere dilemma in this life cause contentment that I have shared and I shall share with people will never die until I’m gone.

My Soul Bleeds

My Soul Bleeds

Someone whom you think your soul mate, walks into your life,

Friendship grows and trust develops, through all toil and strife,

Ever closer, growing fonder, on them you depend,

Then suddenly and without warning, trust is brought to end.

You find they've lied, you find they've broken all the trust you had,

So what to do when you still love them and things turn so bad?

Cry a tear, no, I cried thousands, tried to understand,

Couldn't think that this was real, it was so underhand.

In a daze, I sat an pondered all that had been said,

Surely this could not have happened, it was in my head.

Friends all told me I should leave him, that he'd always hurt,

But I couldn't walk away. He'd have to dish the dirt.

Weeks rolled by, my head was reeling from the stories told,

Placing pieces in the jigsaw, quickly growing old,

Thinking of the times he'd said he couldn't love again,

For if once more he was let down, he would feel the pain.

So, my heart says if this reason really is the rhyme,

Why do I feel that I'm outside looking in each time?

Why do all his friends know secrets that aren't told to me,

Is it that he's hiding something, not for me to see?

Why is it he thinks I should stay out here in the cold,

Why is it he had to do this... why was I not told?

Communication now is broken, not even a word

Except to scold me and to run before he can be heard.

Why with others does he taunt me, is this just a test,

Hoping that I can stop loving he whom I love best?

I guess again I have to sit and wonder why he erred,

To wonder whether others let him down and made him scared

Or was it always his fault that women walked away?

Was it him who let his loves down , he would never say.

I vowed my life to this one man and ever that will stand,

He's never told me it was over, pretended he was grand,

Faultless man, he said he needed time to have a think,

I gave him space, I gave him time and never did he blink,

He just went out and punished me with his thoughtless deeds

Two years of hurting passed now, and here my soul, it bleeds.

My soul is rent with turmoil, of which I can only whisper

No matter how I try to think of you, my one, my love

My body screams at me, a silent scream in the dark of my dank and gloomy thoughts

The screams permeate through all other thoughts and feelings that attempt to overthrow them

Until all that is left in the gaping vastness of my consciousness is a steady stream of anguished cries

The screams are coming from deep within the recesses of my being

Release, the screams cry, it is release I want and release I must have

If only I were allowed to come forth and escape from this dungeon

I could expel from you all the pain and torment that holds you hostage from all other experience

I have sought to overcome this soul-scarring turmoil with perseverance and strength of will

But my adversary has proven to be too strong for me, a mortal

The God of creation has failed to equip me with the ability to vanquish this intangible foe

Abandoned by my creator, I begin to succumb to the pain that threatens the very fiber of my being

I feel my strength and my very will being tested as never before

Slowly I feel the resistance lessen, as a gate attacked with a battering ram

My supporting fibers are splintered and but one or two more blows will leave me broken

I finally look up and curse the God who left me defenseless against this wretchedness

I have lost the battle against the feces pushing against my sphincter so I must go sit on the toilet in defeat

I am shamed, but in my shame I have also found a calming sense of Release, nursing my soul back from the dead

Damn, that was deep. I was wrong about poetry. I guess writing something in a poem does make you more of an intellectual. I stand corrected.

You have met me before
Once upon our dreams
Everything was perfect
But nothing is what it seems

I pass you in the halls
And yet you never seem to care
I see you everyday
And you don't return my stare

Eyes are the window of the soul
Why is it that you can never see me?
My eyes are locked on you, my heart is yours
Because you hold the key

My empty heart yearns
For what I have never had
Two strong arms protecting me
Because I am so very sad

I wish I could talk to you
But when I begin to speak
I never have the courage
Because my heart is very weak

My tears will never cease
Because I know that you will never care
Who I am or what I do
This kind of love is rare

This is a one way street
A street which I can never cross
I can see you on the other side
But my heart is at a loss

You are like a drug
I have an addiction
I say to myself that I will quit you
But that is a contradiction

My dreams are as clear
As a blue summer sky
You and I are hand in hand
I cannot let this fantasy pass me by

All I want is to talk to you
For you to return my smile
It will make such a difference
It will be worth your while

We may come from different places
But in my heart I know we are the same
There are so many obstacles --
You don't even know my name.