Imagine the vertigo Lucifer felt standing on the edge of Heaven before being cast out by God. Imagine how he fell to Earth like a comet, carrying his gracious winged-body through rain and dust.
He must’ve lit up the sky with his firework brothers and sisters. Lucifer didn’t become the Devil when he became prideful. He became the Devil halfway through his Fall, the wind cutting past his ears as he watched the only home he had ever known grow smaller and smaller in the distance.
It was at this point when the love for his Father turned bitter, when loneliness pushed in where compassion should be. Every child who has been abandoned on a street corner or left to make dinner alone has felt what the Devil felt in that moment.
It sounds like a story we would tell over and over again if anyone was there to witness it, this feeling of sudden abandonment at the moment our consciousness is born. Where did we come from? Where are we? How did we get here?
Lucifer’s Fall is one of those stories that have become part of our collective memory. It feels like something we’ve been passing on for generations. It’s a way to explain our existence. When Lucifer fell, he lit the night sky on fire, something Adam and Eve surely would’ve seen in their first nights on Earth. Can you think of a better catalyst for turning our attention to the sky for the first time?
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