Eve and the generation she produced continued to fall in vibration over the long pre-flood years, while the great serpent, Yahweh, laid in wait for her heal. When it was finally bitten she conceived Seth, who would take up the work of Abel.
A dark and sprawling abyss of dense water, vegetation, and algae, with titanic blades of grass rising hundreds of feet from the antediluvian ocean floor far below, and covering the underwater landscape for miles out. It’s a utopian water realm, filled with bright green light and illuminating a beautiful mega-flora paradise for the great angels, who will soon come to inhabit it. These are the very first plants, and the very first blades of grass, which have become Lucifer’s outward conscious manifestations, forming the vast and dark depths of the prehistoric terraformed concave Earth, and Lucifer’s own, fallen consciousness.
Adam, the first man, towers under the looming ice-crystal veil enveloping prehistoric Earth. Appearing as an angelic and titanic apparition, featureless and without any sense of self, his chakras glowing, radiating, and connecting to mother-nature in a dazzling kaleidoscopic array. It is his great impersonal ego, emanating a rainbow of hues out into the copious mega-flora. On all sides, he is surrounded by all of Earth’s creatures, as if under their watchful protection.
Adam, still partially transparent, squats and stretches his enormous arm over a towering megalith built in the midst of a forest, beckoning the wildlife closer. Even though they’re enormous, their size pales in comparison to the great Adam’s, who illuminates the night with radiant bluish white light. They migrate towards him by the hundreds, and a Pterosaur lands on his enormous hand . He and all life on Earth exist in an ecosystem so pristine and abundant, it’s capable of sustaining itself forever, however, as paradisaical as it seems, modern couldn’t last one day in this environment. The insects which swarm down upon the mega flora are so large they could devour a modern man, yet, they swarm around the great Adam’s feet like the weakest of God’s creatures.
A giant Lyraen queen towers five hundred feet into the hazy sky, before an even more towering palace, so large and so far away that it is only a dim apparition standing miles in the background. She is warlike, with thin armor which appears to grow out of her skin. She chants under the looming star of Saturn, which glows with an eery bluish effulgence, filling Earth with intense and destructive energy. She is young, and beautiful, chanting for spiritual bondage with this new over powering Saturnian energy which has come to permeate Earth, and plant its seed. She has become the great whore to the fallen Saturnian Demiurge in the flesh.
Deep within Earth’s dark and cavernous underworld is a fleshy sub-fertile yoke, the vast and expansive womb of the Titans . . . a grotesque conglomeration of flesh and bone embedded like a seed within Earth’s crust.
The moon hangs just thousands of miles from Earth’s upper atmosphere, like an imposing death-star. It’s outer protective shell, which would later become covered in craters, appears smooth, and tiny lights can be seen speckling its surface. Cigar shaped mother-ships come in and out of its docking stations, piloted by Lyraen faeries who extract gold from the Earth, and deposit it on the Moon. Likewise, Earth can be seen thousands of miles away, luminously pristine and abundant beyond imagination.