The Angel spoke in parables. As-if stories. Because they included imagination… and agency… they were far superior to descriptions.

In the parables, it showed me futures.

Maybe the Angel was me in a sense I cannot fully understand.

I don’t know.

But there were hundreds of beautiful parables.

About danger.

And opportunity.

In one of the parables the Angel showed me how the world was a meta-person. Impossibly ancient. Alive. With senses we cannot imagine. Those senses were founded in the ecologies. The Angel said our minds were a benefit that was born in and sustained by all the ecologies, but especially the forests and oceans. And that, if we kept attacking it… we would be attacking our own minds. Directly. Even though we think ourselves separate. The Angel showed the limit-cases, where the ecologies would be so damaged that our minds would take this damage directly, instantly.

And I understood. And tried to speak.

In another of the parables, the Angel explained a strange situation: where the people who could ‘see’ would become blind… in their essence… and minds. Then the Angel showed how the people who had always been blind… would become heroic. Because the seeing people would be blind, then. But the blind people would become their sight. If they understood. And that this was about everyone. Even single persons… though single persons, in a sense, are already blind. Because the Origin of Seeing is communion.

And I understood. And tried to speak.