Still here? Nice. I'm honored. Thanks for being open minded.
Inspired by the ideas of actual Angels on Earth, I started a new script. One about how undercover Angels were fighting a hidden war against the energy sucking Vampires trying to rule the Earth by spreading a virus built out of Fear. The Angels were losing, because the Vamps had figured out a way to effect a hostile take-over of God.
It's a musical.
Just kidding. The lead character is a regular human guy named Mike, who is mistaken by both sides as a Seraphim. As per usual, I was immediately inundated by all kinds of Michaels and Angels in my daily life.
This is to be expected though, as both are everywhere.
Michael is one of, if not the most popular name of our generation. Lots of Michelle's out there as well, and everybody loves Angels. (Sorry Raymond, I like you, but I don't LIKE you like you. )
I was also living in the City of Angels. So they were just going to occur often. By this time, I had also managed to develop a working tolerance for the inexplicable. It was kind of like having a slight cold. It's troublesome, but you can still function.
It did sometimes dip into the interesting though. For example, I answered a random Craigslist ad and somehow ended up working in outdoor education. Yeah, me, Seargent S. Sabotage, was now teaching leadership and problem solving to Jr. high kids. For a program called ANGEL GATE. My very cool boss was named Michelle...
On to the matter at hand. As I started researching and writing about Angels, something very interesting occurred. I found a book that listed every Angel ever mentioned in Literature. As I went through it looking for character names, I came across the name Rifion. Not one of the bigger names, he was just a guardian of the fifth hall of heaven. A glorified doorman basically. I really liked the sound of it though, so I named one of the main Angels "Rif".
As I started writing the character, I just kept liking the name more and more. Then, just like I used to do when I was a 007 year old super-spy deep undercover as a cub scout, I started playing the part in my real life. This was actually really fun, as going to a party as an undercover Angel was way better than going as the heart-and-wallet broken guy I actually was.
Then a funny thing happened. My childlike game became the best possible thing for me. In order to live up to the Archetype, I had to elevate my game.
I became very courteous, I started working out more. I ate better. I gave away all my black and red clothes and started wearing lighter colors. Most importantly, I stopped being so selfish, and went out of my way to help people. I played the angel as much and as often as I could. Like so many before me, I learned that being of service to others is the single best way to pull yourself up out of a depression. At that point, my depression made the Grand canyon look like a drainage ditch on a miniature golf course. I was so low, my upstairs neighbors were Gophers... OK, I'll stop.
Eventually, I went so far as to start introducing myself as "Rif". Luckily, when you hang out at Burning Man events, the name Rif is not that strange. Just ask my friend Green-Eggs-N-Ham.
While somewhat odd, this became a very good choice. When I was being Rif, I had to hold myself to a higher standard. I had to answer to the Angel inside. From a psychological perspective, I partitioned my personality. Ryan wasn't getting it done, so I created someone who could. The weird thing is that it totally worked. I started clawing my way up out of depression.
So at this point, I highly recommend creating a secret superhero identity for yourself.
It can be anything you want, as long as it inspires you to be a better you. Be a real life Jedi Journalist. Lord knows we need them. Patrol your neighborhood as part of the Seraphim Soccer Mom Society.
It's your reality, might as well have fun with it. The funny thing, is that if you think about the fact that we are all children of God, we probably do actually have some pretty super powers...
I'm pretty sure I have an invisibility cloak, but I can't seem to find it anywhere.
Guess that means it's working.
NEXTLEVEL
Inspired by the ideas of actual Angels on Earth, I started a new script. One about how undercover Angels were fighting a hidden war against the energy sucking Vampires trying to rule the Earth by spreading a virus built out of Fear. The Angels were losing, because the Vamps had figured out a way to effect a hostile take-over of God.
It's a musical.
Just kidding. The lead character is a regular human guy named Mike, who is mistaken by both sides as a Seraphim. As per usual, I was immediately inundated by all kinds of Michaels and Angels in my daily life.
This is to be expected though, as both are everywhere.
Michael is one of, if not the most popular name of our generation. Lots of Michelle's out there as well, and everybody loves Angels. (Sorry Raymond, I like you, but I don't LIKE you like you. )
I was also living in the City of Angels. So they were just going to occur often. By this time, I had also managed to develop a working tolerance for the inexplicable. It was kind of like having a slight cold. It's troublesome, but you can still function.
It did sometimes dip into the interesting though. For example, I answered a random Craigslist ad and somehow ended up working in outdoor education. Yeah, me, Seargent S. Sabotage, was now teaching leadership and problem solving to Jr. high kids. For a program called ANGEL GATE. My very cool boss was named Michelle...
On to the matter at hand. As I started researching and writing about Angels, something very interesting occurred. I found a book that listed every Angel ever mentioned in Literature. As I went through it looking for character names, I came across the name Rifion. Not one of the bigger names, he was just a guardian of the fifth hall of heaven. A glorified doorman basically. I really liked the sound of it though, so I named one of the main Angels "Rif".
As I started writing the character, I just kept liking the name more and more. Then, just like I used to do when I was a 007 year old super-spy deep undercover as a cub scout, I started playing the part in my real life. This was actually really fun, as going to a party as an undercover Angel was way better than going as the heart-and-wallet broken guy I actually was.
Then a funny thing happened. My childlike game became the best possible thing for me. In order to live up to the Archetype, I had to elevate my game.
I became very courteous, I started working out more. I ate better. I gave away all my black and red clothes and started wearing lighter colors. Most importantly, I stopped being so selfish, and went out of my way to help people. I played the angel as much and as often as I could. Like so many before me, I learned that being of service to others is the single best way to pull yourself up out of a depression. At that point, my depression made the Grand canyon look like a drainage ditch on a miniature golf course. I was so low, my upstairs neighbors were Gophers... OK, I'll stop.
Eventually, I went so far as to start introducing myself as "Rif". Luckily, when you hang out at Burning Man events, the name Rif is not that strange. Just ask my friend Green-Eggs-N-Ham.
While somewhat odd, this became a very good choice. When I was being Rif, I had to hold myself to a higher standard. I had to answer to the Angel inside. From a psychological perspective, I partitioned my personality. Ryan wasn't getting it done, so I created someone who could. The weird thing is that it totally worked. I started clawing my way up out of depression.
So at this point, I highly recommend creating a secret superhero identity for yourself.
It can be anything you want, as long as it inspires you to be a better you. Be a real life Jedi Journalist. Lord knows we need them. Patrol your neighborhood as part of the Seraphim Soccer Mom Society.
It's your reality, might as well have fun with it. The funny thing, is that if you think about the fact that we are all children of God, we probably do actually have some pretty super powers...
I'm pretty sure I have an invisibility cloak, but I can't seem to find it anywhere.
Guess that means it's working.
NEXTLEVEL
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