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As I read back through this I feel I may be doing my own kind an injustice. We are beautiful creatures, more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Those of you, who have seen us in our true form though dimmed, call us angels.

We cannot show you our true form without a filter, as your eyes could not handle the brilliance. Our wings are feathered and laced with a metallic trim because they aren’t really used for flying but as a shield when in combat. They are beautiful and Michelangelo’s paintings do not do them justice. Our spirits make our bodies glow with power. I myself have long flowing curly dark hair with gold highlights. I am taller than my human form although compared to my brothers and sisters I am slightly shorter, approximately 6 foot. We do not have fat; our bodies are lean and perfectly formed. But we are all individual in our looks, each as beautiful as the other. We survive on energy although we can eat. We rarely do. Our bodies do not age or fatten. They are in perfect form once our growth cycle is complete. I know hundreds of women reading this have now just thought, “I wish”. It is a sad reality that as a human woman that battle between fat and age is something we all are constantly at war with. Being human I know that feeling. I have often wished I could keep that part of my original form but then I wouldn’t be human.

Getting back to my family, we were of course meant to do no harm. We were supposed to watch, direct and protect you. Unfortunately jealousy and boredom took its toll and we have done humanity great harm. We have manipulated and played with your minds until you can no longer see the truth.

In earlier years we played Gods, had human lovers and even crossbreed children. They were giants, monsters and occasionally beautiful human like creatures. Our Father caused the flood to destroy them and forbade the making of anymore. It was a very hard lesson for us all to learn. In our true form we cannot produce a child together, all of us were created by our Father. Having a child, even if they were more often than not monstrosities, was a new experience that provided at least the males of our species with much amusement. We still didn’t have that connection that I have now with my human children. But it was interesting and exciting to do something we believed previously we were unable to do. Losing them was sad but most were just annoyed that they were taken from us. I would say that the majority did not mourn their loss.

We rarely show any emotion although we do feel them occasionally. If you wait for a reaction from one of us, you will probably be disappointed. We are far to logical for our own good and generally just do what we want unless ordered to do otherwise.

You on the other hand are my Father’s favorite creation. Perfect! Full of love, hope and what I have come to know as humanity. My human life has not been easy. I have lived it with no use of my powers and continue to do so. Of course in my earlier years I had no power or memories so I had too. I learnt to walk and talk as you do. I learnt right from wrong and how to be the best I could be from my human parents. I studied hard and had great success academically. I have always loved to learn and that trait obviously transferred to my human self. Reading is a favorite pastime of mine in my true form and my human one. Not as much as my brother Raziel but I love creating imagery in my mind from the words on a page.

One of the things that intrigue me about humanity is the way that you create a goal and then strive toward it no matter what the barriers or how long you must work to get there. Then once you reach that goal. You create a new one and continue. This is truly a wonderful thing to watch and live through. We don’t do that.

Being human has taught me so much, so much more than the millennia before.

I have not physically been back to Nibiru, since the time of the pharaohs, although our spirits are always connected to the source there. Unless Father disconnected you from it, as some of my fallen brothers could describe to you. I believe I am fortunate to not know that feeling from the pain I feel emanating from the fallen.

I find myself dreaming of it sometimes. Nibiru is our home a planet located near the stars of Orion. It is beautiful with golden seas and purple skies. There are trees that almost reach the sky and flowers that would take your breath away with their beauty and perfume.

It is strange how humanity has changed me. If you had known me before you would have heard me describe the sheer opulence of Nibiru. The diamond encrusted marble baths, the palaces dripping in gold and silver. The streets encrusted with precious stones. But now I picture its purest of beauty. The mountains, the sea not things created for us to use but for us to view. Now it is the images in my mind of the faces of my brothers and sisters. These are the memories that haunt me. Oh and the music the beautiful enchanting music, the air sings as it flows and our instruments blend with its tune. The great composers of your time; Vivaldi, Mozart, Beethoven could never capture the sounds of Nibiru.

I remember long talks with my Father, walking along the waters of the lakes edge. He told stories trying to teach me through them. They were confusing and I believe I would do them an injustice to try and explain or repeat them. As I was always only half listening to his words? I wish now, I had listened more.

We came to your world initially for Gold. You see our Father created all that we knew of, even Earth but our planet didn’t have any gold left so he brought us here to harvest it. Unfortunately we were lazy and spoilt. Era decided to go to our Father to ask to create a workforce. He did this and all seemed well. But my Father grew silent day by day. He then called us together and explained that he had made a decision. To create Man and give him, this planet, free will and a soul.

My brothers and sisters exploded with outrage. We have no free will in our true form. Oh we can make decisions obviously or I wouldn't be here but if my Father wills it we must obey. The pain of defiance is brutal and eventually we are cut off from the source.

My Father tried to explain but some just would not hear or accept his decision. As for the soul I know I had no comprehension of what that was or what it truly could mean but perhaps Enlil did? He was my Father's favorite and I could see my Father’s pain as he raged against him. He gathered followers and started the Great War.

We are beautiful beings but in war; we are unfathomably vicious. So many were lost to the flaming swords. When the sky cleared. My brother and those that stood with him were gone. Michael and Gabriel stood next to my Father. It was a horrific sight. The damage done to each other and the earth was beyond words. We did not know then were my brother had gone. It was several years later before we would see him again.

I know others have shared this knowledge with your race as the paintings on the walls of the Sistine chapel depict them majestically.

But there was nothing majestic about them at all. Oh I am sure in our armor and carrying our flaming swords we are a sight to be in awe off. It is the viciousness, pain and pure blood lust. I refer to, hatred and pain, so much pain. Physical and spiritual: your rivers ran red and the skies were black with smoke.

Father ordered us to be your watchers. He stayed on earth for a while. He used us to inflict lessons upon you. But you can read about these in other scripts. There are stories that someday I may yet tell but for now I will leave these records as they stand. I do not know where Father is. I do not feel him at all anymore. Something has changed. Michael and Gabriel still continue to protect you and do his works. I see their footprints occasionally. A child is saved or a cancer is cured. These are things the oldest of us can do. But I watch even in this human form and feel the subtle changes to anarchy.