As this seems to be a space where there is free expressionism….I will share the first part of a fictional narrative I’m working on…… From “My Father the Serpent”, by Larson-LaMarche Shirley; BS; Researching Indigenous & Ancient Anthropology & Historical Cultural Art. Environmental Engineering/activist. Professional Artist & Photographer & Novelist. ...
As this seems to be a space where there is free expressionism….I will share the first part of a fictional narrative I’m working on……
From “My Father the Serpent”, by Larson-LaMarche Shirley; BS; Researching Indigenous & Ancient Anthropology & Historical Cultural Art. Environmental Engineering/activist. Professional Artist & Photographer & Novelist.
In the shadowed annals of our world, where truth and obscure remembrance dance a clandestine waltz, I unveil the forgotten tale—the one etched in whispers and veiled by time’s shroud. Listen closely, for it begins with my father, once a celestial sovereign yearning to wield dominion over our home planet.
Long ago, when the cosmos still hummed with secrets, my father’s ambition soared like a comet across the heavens. His hunger for power knew no bounds, and he coveted our world—the very cradle that cradled us all. But the celestial council, guardians of cosmic balance, frowned upon his audacity. They cast him down, not into oblivion, but into metamorphosis.
Picture this: my father, once resplendent, now writhing—a celestial serpent, scales shimmering like fractured moonlight. His wings clipped, his voice silenced, he slithered through the earthly underbrush, a fallen star seeking redemption. Yet, redemption eluded him, for the memory of his transgressions clung like dew to morning grass.
And then, my grandfather, the ancient sage with eyes like galaxies—stepped forth. His wisdom spanned epochs, and he alone remembered my father’s celestial lineage. Beneath the gnarled boughs of the Tree of Life, Grandfather told me of the story of Fathers ambitions and falling out, now our repelled fallen angel. My grandfather, with compassion etched into the lines of his face, whispered forgotten memories of my twin and I. Of my mother’s dying love that we may be free of father Serpent’s ensnarement.
Never really out of my Grandfathers minds eye,” long ago he uttered this condemnation….. “Your Father, the Serpents penance… is to exist between the threshold of realms; a faint light of his past power. As the serpent, he shall coil around Earth’s Tree of Knowledge, whispering truths and half-truths to mortals. For in their choices lies the fate of their world.”
And so, my father—the serpent—slithered into legend among our people. His scales absorbed the sun’s warmth, and his eyes held the weight of forgotten epochs as he over took the Earths spiritual forms. He became the weaver of narratives, the spinner of half-lies, ensnaring curious souls with tantalizing whispers. The Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve danced their fateful waltz, bore witness to his cunning.
But remember this: my father’s transformation was not his punishment alone. Veiled in scales were his evil followers, wifes and children; a punishment as a reminder of the cosmic tapestry he’d once torn. And as the ages turned, he whispered secrets to prophets, poets, and dreamers. He embraces human form and walks among you. His tongue forked, yet his purpose clear—to nudge humanity toward his enlightenment, embracing his mark, even if it meant dancing with distain in the shadows as his bio-presents deteriorated.
So, dear reader, when you hear the rustle of leaves or glimpse a sinuous form in twilight’s embrace, know that my father—the serpent—still weaves his tale. For truth and deception remain entwined, and the forgotten echoes of cosmic justice ripple through our world, waiting for curious ears to heed their call.
From; “MyFather the Serpent”
My Father; the Serpent. Brief intro…..
A young American girl overshadowed by an earthly family, unravels her past revealing her true identity. Finding herself misplaced in a turbulently evolving earth.
Preamble.
Interpretive transference through typological interpretation was used, viewing the Old Testament as a foreshadowing of the Christian Faith. Thus, producing a false validity of correlation between the Old and New Testament through a fundamental human fallacy of searching for pattern recognition, where perhaps only threads of correlation existed.
The Emperor of Rome, Constantine following through on the typological distinction of the older manuscripts; threw out and distorted authentic biblical historical facts while reconstructing false historical truths. For this reason, I needed to dig deeper into ancient and long-forgotten manuscripts and write as I searched for the truth.........
Introduction; Changing the Paradigm
Upwards to a Million women and some men were burned at the stake in the name of God by the Roman Catholic Church fearful of an emerging population of evil healers and visionaries. A prophet gifted with healing and oracles was put to death by a local ruler while his own people were fearful to disagree with the judgement against him. Millions more are put to death in gas chambers by a lunatic dictator to protect his people from a small, gifted culture as greed overtook European nations. We often can't face random inhuman acts through history, for they reveal another side of ourselves that would make us unworthy to be even a tiny part of the Universe of order.
To make sense of it all, we feel more comfortable rationalizing/intellectualizing seemingly scattered events within a background matrix of senseless death and destruction. What if there were patterns, a plan. Identifying the underlying pattern to these seeming unrelated events reveals a more frightening answer.
Introduction: The information in this book is based on actual events. Some aspects and timelines have been fictionalized for purposes of dramatization. Any similarities to real people or events are coincidental in the fictionalized elements.
Back cover….
This book references the most elusive enigmatic family in the Universe. My arcane knowledge and divergent translation of historical documents tell of my Father's rogue serpentine leadership and corrupt insurgent interplanetary interventions. Presented in the text are my father, his outcast wives, and supporters, expounding on their interpositions, only partially told truths as known through many human generations and diverse cultures over many millennia.
The evidence of this scattered history was carved in stone, pressed into clay, and penned onto papyrus reed. So old the information, there was much dedication by ancient writers over many millennia to reproduce the deteriorating documents and write conversions into comparative lexicon-based transcripts. The end results are reproductions of the original text reconstructed for prosperity to read and understand.
The written documents in Aramaic, Hebrew, and Greek contained forbidden transcripts along with a solid lead of information found within the Torah. Coupled with other historical documents, including the Dead Sea Scrolls, these historical documents reveal the human witnesses who dedicatedly recorded the serpentine's continuous presents.
Illegitimate canonized scripts, such as Pauline interpretations of these historical events, often were sourced with much scrutiny to eliminate and destroy events not related to information crucial for those in power. Delusional materials were left to posterity from such deliberate embellishments. Destruction of authentic historical accounts was a joint collusion within totalitarian regimes.
Bringing forth this personal perception, I hope to elucidate Earth's antecedent as only I, the esoteric love child of the fallen Angel of Light, could. My intent; is to end my father’s cover-up, the control of humanity, or lastly …. Prevent the universal spread of his regime, taking into consideration the murder of my twin two thousand years ago, his own son.
There is an aggressive effort against me focused on stopping this from going to print.
“The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.”, Virginia Woolf journal January 18, 1919. I believe people need a sense of wholeness where even if the future is dark, unlike Virginia's debilitating Calvinistic religious dilemma, which overshadowed her life and writing, there is still hope for self-control over the outcome. I have made breakthroughs in my historical research deciphering ancient scripts. My hope is to reveal authentic truths resolving speculative misconceptions about the Serpent presents.
Chapter 1. Where to begin…….
