There is no greater love than that of the so-called fallen angels—if we place the idea in an appropriate context

 There is no greater love than that of the so-called fallen angels—if we place the idea in an appropriate context, free from global indoctrination and supported by basic education. The concept, often dismissed or demonized, might be easier to process if stripped of religious bias and viewed with open-minded curiosity. 

In many quarters, the term "fallen angel" evokes discomfort or fear, but perhaps that’s due more to conditioning than to the essence of the idea itself.

Why do I say this? 

Because if we remove religion entirely—all of it, without exception—and simply observe without prejudice, we might begin to see that a fall to Earth need not be interpreted as punishment or failure. It could be a conscious choice. 

Beyond myth and metaphysical speculation, we’ve heard countless claims about beings among us: star seeds, indigo children, Iyabo, Babatunde, Emere, crystal children, golden children, and more. 

These are said to be souls who “heard the pain of Mother Earth” and chose to incarnate here to help. 

If we move beyond kindergarten-level thinking, could they be evolved beings who descended from higher realms out of compassion for humanity’s potential?

This possibility asks us to reconsider ancient wisdom. Might this be what Plato hinted at in his allegory of the cave? 

Or what other philosophers and mystics have tried to express through metaphor and parable? Thanks to religion and spiritual gatekeepers—yes, even those who call themselves spiritualists (though we are all spirits, aren’t we?)—we may have been led to reject or even attack those who came to assist us. Earth’s controllers, knowingly or not, may have conditioned us to poke out the eyes of our helpers.

Let me be clear: I’m not denying the existence of archons, demiurges, or nefarious entities. 

I acknowledge that drama exists even in the so-called higher dimensions. 

But my position is this—what if, beyond the idiocy and baby-minded simplicity of Earth’s thinking, there truly is no greater love than that of fallen angels? 

Those who had the option to remain in peace, to evolve elsewhere, to not give a damn—yet chose to return here, again and again, as overtweaked primates, just to help.

That kind of love is radical. It’s inconvenient. It’s not romanticized or easy to digest. 

But it’s worth considering. Because if true, it changes everything about how we see ourselves, our history, and our potential. And maybe, just maybe, it’s time we stopped poking the eyes of those who came to heal us.

If you disagree with my position, excellent, please leave that means we have no need to continue, why would you want to would be my question, isn't this woowoo or fiction to you, so GFOH / Ase

—Olofin