Where Angels Fear to Tread

Everything made perfect sense now, whether in terms of the big picture or my own personal life. Through Zara I had acquired the missing piece of the puzzle, no less, which I needed to fulfil my destiny as a saviour. Not in the classical sense, of course. But, nevertheless, I was about to give souls the opportunity to save themselves, from a decision which they’d long since forgotten they’d even made. Rules that had previously made such decisions irreversible were no longer valid, and I myself had invalidated them, on account of my growth in consciousness, in defiance of a world that was designed to have the opposite effect. Whilst some conspiracy theorists were aware of this ‘war on consciousness’, they had understandably considered it to be malevolent in nature. Who could have guessed that the world was actually a euthanasia facility, for souls who no longer wanted to exist, and that ‘evil’ was merely the result of people acting from a very low state of consciousness, as they headed inexorably towards oblivion?

Obviously, the exact conditions necessary for such a system to work — namely, fear, hatred, violence, suffering, trauma, and so on — were inevitable from the start, not least due to human ignorance and the resulting conflicts over right and wrong, or which god to worship. Moreover, as consciousness decreased, the strife and suffering in the world inevitably increased, thereby degrading consciousness even further and, indeed, faster. As such, the world system could be viewed as an exponentially accelerating death spiral mechanism, designed to extinguish souls as rapidly as possible, at least in cosmic terms. As humans, of course, this equates to countless lifetimes of suffering and misery. Certainly not a quick, painless death, but rather an excruciating death, experienced in slow motion, over millennia. But souls had nevertheless accepted this nightmare from the outset, as the only possible path to the oblivion which they so desperately yearned for.