If Religion is opium, Science is crystal meth

Kassee, who some know as "my friend in America", and I have known each other for about… well, I haven’t been counting, but I’m going to guess about a year. Together, we came up with… alright, it was mostly her. I helped, but seriously, she knows this stuff a lot better than I do. This is the theory as I understand it.

Okay. First off, I’m a huge believer in angels. Yes, God too – I have my own interpretation of Him. Everyone does, in their own way, but unlike most denominations I fully admit that my personal opinion of exactly what He is and what happens when we die is probably wrong. Or at least inaccurate. And I am completely okay with that – but the point I’m trying to make is I believe strongly in the power of angels on earth, of the light… or otherwise.

One of the parallels we’ve drawn is that of the ancient Greek Gods. Their tales and legends, while seeming absurd, my have elements of truth in them. Some of their stories bear striking resemblances to others… the stories of the wars between the angels and demons. One in particular tells of a great battle between two demons on a mountain. Or maybe it was a hill. Okay, I forget the specifics, but rest assured there is a link: the old gods may have been the Greeks’ interpretations of the struggles of the higher powers.

This brings me to another point. I don’t believe all fallen angels are inherently evil. Rest assured, there are some truly Dark beings out there; terrors the like of which we can barely dream. But I believe there must be at least some good in a few. It’s like saying all anarchists are terrorists.

Another comparison is found in Zoroastrianism. In this the Creator, known in this interpretation as Ahura Mazda, battles the Druj, also called the chaos. Like Him the Druj are uncreated, meaning they were never born and will never die, and seek to destroy all that He has created. From their known descriptions they are obviously similar to the Dark angels, the demons. I can’t help but also note their similarity to the Void and the Screaming Darkness, both deadly entities on the Third (Spiritual) Plane, but which I haven’t been able to conclusively confirm the existence of. Suffice to say they are Chaos of the darkest kind. Also of note are the fravashi, spiritual guardians who send down souls to help us fight the battle between good and evil. After we die we are finally reunited with them. Whether they are the same as God’s messengers or are an entirely different breed of angels is unknown.

But I digress. The point I’ve been laboriously trying to reach is this: we may be part angel.

I’m not certain if I buy into this. I mean, for a start, it would imply that our families are part angel as well, and I for one just can’t see that. And the logical absurdity of it all. And yet… it explains so, so much. Legends tell of the Giants; the children of angels, born of mortal women. They were granted powers beyond anything of a normal human, but often became corrupt. It’s even been speculated that the entire purpose of the Flood (it appears in enough religions, you can’t deny it’s got to have something to it) was to rid the world of the Giants, start fresh. Noah and his family in this case would be amongst the last of the "pure" humans, untainted by angel blood. And need I mention the Greek legends? The Children of the Gods.

And the Mist. Long ago, God or the Gods shrouthed the world in a Mist that mortal humans could not see through. In this they could hide the things that humans were not meant to see. And Kassee and I… we both see things that no one else can see. Some would call this delusions. Others hallucinations. It brings the very nature of insanity – and even sanity – into question. And really, we’re the prime targets for this sort of thing. Her, haunted from birth... and me, cursed with understanding.

So I can’t say. Either way we can’t prove anything… but what if we’re right? What if? I call us half-bloods. She calls us Heroes of Legend. (Actually she misspells Heroes half the time, but I know what she means.) I wonder which is more accurate. It is true, I have felt the calling… the Darkness seems desperate to draw me to their side. It seems we are destined for something greater. I have seen an image, of my Final Trial… someday, I will face the Darkness that assails me. This will be my greatest challenge. In my current state I am as nothing to him. And if I should fail… I speak the truth when I say… God help us all. And yet, think of Jesus of Nazareth. Direct descendant of the Creator, the greatest half-blood of all. I mean, that’s got to be some inspiration at least.

Perhaps, perhaps. We will see.