|229: Get someone drunk
||[May. 17th, 2008 ~ 05:38 pm]
the Archangel Gabriel
If you could get anyone drunk, who would it be and what would you do?
Hehhh. There's prolly a couple I can think of who'd benefit. But. Top of the list is Michael. Little brother mine.
The good son.
The favorite son.
...I love Michael, don't get me wrong. 'Course I do. He's family. We've known each other a, a long time. Long time, eons and eons, and I have never begrudged him his closeness to the Boss; this is his function, the purpose of his creation. To be a little closer to the Father than the rest of us, since Lucifer went the opposite direction. Micha'el: who is like unto G-d.
I don't begrudge him that, I really don't. Don't envy him. And I would not, not for nothing, want to trade places with him. Take on his job? Judgment, along with so much else? No. No thank you. I'll leave that to him.
He's so much better at it, after all.
What you want has made you a walking tragedy, brother. Even Lucifer wouldn't have you. Surprising, since the two of you have so much in common.
Yeah. Yeah. And, he wasn't wrong. I'll grant that; Michael was right. He maybe didn't need to say it with quite so much self-righteousness, but, Michael was right. So I don't have the issue with that so much, anymore. Not with what he said to me or did to me.
(Turned me mortal. Took my name. Did what Lucifer couldn't, hadn't, and broke the mighty archangel, just like that. Goodbye, brother.)
What gets me is that Michael, the favored son, the good son, full of the authority granted him by the Name-- what gets me is not what he did, but that he didn't think it through.
Michael. You could and so you did, with no more consideration than that. It's a common failing among us-- Heaven knows I did it over and over and over again, and maybe if I hadn’t, none of this would ever have happened-- this problem we have, confusing permission with directions. Confusing 'can' with 'should.'
I'm not even saying that it was wrong. That's not my call to make, that's the Name's. But that Michael did it and didn't comprehend, did not really get what he was doing to me... and I know that he didn't understand, and still does not, because--
--it's a long story. It's a long story and I'll tell it sometime, tell how maybe being so very close to the Light has blinded him, my perfect brother, but the simple version is that there is one very uptight archangel in service of the Name. Obsessing over that, obsessing over being the obedient son. Clinging to that.
Would do you good to go on a bender sometime, little brother.
gabriel * the prophecy series (movie) * word count: 453