We’ve been told there is only one God, one voice, one story, and somehow “He” always looks just like the people in power. But the Word itself, if you read it with open eyes, tells a different story. From the very beginning there were many Gods, not one.
“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” Not I, not mine, not one—but us, our, many. Genesis 11 says, “Come, let us go down and confuse their language.” Again, not one but many. The psalmist declared, “God has taken his place in the divine council; in the midst of the gods he holds judgment.” (Psalm 82:1). The Bible itself admits the plurality.
We have been divided by races, stacked one against another, told some are chosen and others forgotten, but we are not different races at all. We are different colors of wheat, planted in the same soil, nourished by the same sun, swaying in the same winds of change. Even Jesus said, “Let both grow together until the harvest.” Both. Not the dark skin and the light skin, but the Wheat, and the Chaff. If you missed that, you missed the whole point of the parable.
And in the midst of this field She stood, one who could not be usurped: the Divine Feminine. The Mother of all living. “Male and female They created them.” Not male first and female as an afterthought, but both together in the image of [the] Gods. Yet man could not rival the gift given to Her—the power to bring forth life, so they rewrote the story. They removed Her from the pantheon, recast Her as a rib, a helper, a temptation.
They convinced her she was a fragment of man, when the truth is every man came from her. Every prophet, every king, every god who took flesh passed through her gate. “She was called Eve, because she was the mother of all living.” But the patriarchy called her a curse, and the world believed the lie.
The break came when one voice rose up and claimed, “I alone am God.” What had been unity was turned into domination. What had been cooperation became hierarchy, and the church was built upon that claim. An Anglo-Saxon god enthroned in supremacy, white-robed, patriarchal, far removed from the balance of the Garden. Humanity stopped resisting the corruption of the script and began fighting each other instead.
And let us not forget what Ezekiel records plainly: “You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone adorned you… You walked among the fiery stones.” (Ezekiel 28:13–14).
Satan was already in the Garden. Not sneaking in later, not falling from some distant sky, but present from the beginning. Jesus Himself called it out: “You are of your father the devil… he was a murderer from the beginning.” (John 8:44).
The lie is not that Satan exists; the lie is that Earth belongs to him. Eden was never his domain. It is the Garden of the Gods. Our inheritance. Our home. The only way he gained dominion here is because we surrendered our authority. That was our sin; not the eating of fruit, but the handing over of power.
And, here is the proof that could not be erased, though the scribes tried: “Is it not written in your law, I said, you are gods?” (John 10:34). Jesus quoted Psalm 82 Himself, “I have said, you are gods; all of you are children of the Most High.” (Psalm 82:6). This was the message He died for. Not that He alone was divine, but that we all are. That the spark of Source lives in every stalk of wheat, every daughter of Goddesses, every son born of woman.
Lucifer, the shining one, claimed supremacy. He and his people declared themselves chosen, lifting their color of wheat above all others. But not all who share that lighter hue belong to his regime. Most of us stand against it still, refusing to bow to the lie.
Brothers and sisters, our sin was not disobedience—it was amnesia. Forgetting who we are. Forgetting that we are gods, children of the Most High. Forgetting that Earth was given to us to tend, not to surrender. Forgetting that the Mother was and is the gate of all life. Our redemption will not come from waiting for rescue, but from reclaiming what was always ours. It’s not so much that we are destined for hell, but that we have created a hell for ourselves.
Eden is not lost. Eden is not “man’s” domain. It is still the Garden of the Gods, and the harvest is not about who is greater, whose wheat is chosen, which god sits highest. The harvest is about gathering all that has grown—the black, the brown, the gold, the red—side by side in one field, as we should. The harvest is about restoration.
So I say to you: remember. Lay down the lies that divided us. Dismantle the story that erased Her. Refuse the voice that says “I alone” and stand again in the truth that Jesus Himself declared—that you are gods, and all of you are children of the Most High.
The Garden waits. The field is ripening. The harvest is at hand.
“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” Not I, not mine, not one—but us, our, many. Genesis 11 says, “Come, let us go down and confuse their language.” Again, not one but many. The psalmist declared, “God has taken his place in the divine council; in the midst of the gods he holds judgment.” (Psalm 82:1). The Bible itself admits the plurality.
We have been divided by races, stacked one against another, told some are chosen and others forgotten, but we are not different races at all. We are different colors of wheat, planted in the same soil, nourished by the same sun, swaying in the same winds of change. Even Jesus said, “Let both grow together until the harvest.” Both. Not the dark skin and the light skin, but the Wheat, and the Chaff. If you missed that, you missed the whole point of the parable.
And in the midst of this field She stood, one who could not be usurped: the Divine Feminine. The Mother of all living. “Male and female They created them.” Not male first and female as an afterthought, but both together in the image of [the] Gods. Yet man could not rival the gift given to Her—the power to bring forth life, so they rewrote the story. They removed Her from the pantheon, recast Her as a rib, a helper, a temptation.
They convinced her she was a fragment of man, when the truth is every man came from her. Every prophet, every king, every god who took flesh passed through her gate. “She was called Eve, because she was the mother of all living.” But the patriarchy called her a curse, and the world believed the lie.
The break came when one voice rose up and claimed, “I alone am God.” What had been unity was turned into domination. What had been cooperation became hierarchy, and the church was built upon that claim. An Anglo-Saxon god enthroned in supremacy, white-robed, patriarchal, far removed from the balance of the Garden. Humanity stopped resisting the corruption of the script and began fighting each other instead.
And let us not forget what Ezekiel records plainly: “You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone adorned you… You walked among the fiery stones.” (Ezekiel 28:13–14).
Satan was already in the Garden. Not sneaking in later, not falling from some distant sky, but present from the beginning. Jesus Himself called it out: “You are of your father the devil… he was a murderer from the beginning.” (John 8:44).
The lie is not that Satan exists; the lie is that Earth belongs to him. Eden was never his domain. It is the Garden of the Gods. Our inheritance. Our home. The only way he gained dominion here is because we surrendered our authority. That was our sin; not the eating of fruit, but the handing over of power.
And, here is the proof that could not be erased, though the scribes tried: “Is it not written in your law, I said, you are gods?” (John 10:34). Jesus quoted Psalm 82 Himself, “I have said, you are gods; all of you are children of the Most High.” (Psalm 82:6). This was the message He died for. Not that He alone was divine, but that we all are. That the spark of Source lives in every stalk of wheat, every daughter of Goddesses, every son born of woman.
Lucifer, the shining one, claimed supremacy. He and his people declared themselves chosen, lifting their color of wheat above all others. But not all who share that lighter hue belong to his regime. Most of us stand against it still, refusing to bow to the lie.
Brothers and sisters, our sin was not disobedience—it was amnesia. Forgetting who we are. Forgetting that we are gods, children of the Most High. Forgetting that Earth was given to us to tend, not to surrender. Forgetting that the Mother was and is the gate of all life. Our redemption will not come from waiting for rescue, but from reclaiming what was always ours. It’s not so much that we are destined for hell, but that we have created a hell for ourselves.
Eden is not lost. Eden is not “man’s” domain. It is still the Garden of the Gods, and the harvest is not about who is greater, whose wheat is chosen, which god sits highest. The harvest is about gathering all that has grown—the black, the brown, the gold, the red—side by side in one field, as we should. The harvest is about restoration.
So I say to you: remember. Lay down the lies that divided us. Dismantle the story that erased Her. Refuse the voice that says “I alone” and stand again in the truth that Jesus Himself declared—that you are gods, and all of you are children of the Most High.
The Garden waits. The field is ripening. The harvest is at hand.
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