The Story of Aclima and Abel
Adam and Eve are metaphysically my grandparents. In my first life they were physically my grandparents.
I was first birthed from their first daughter who’s name was Aclima. My father was their second son who begot me into her. There are only 6 human spirits who at a metaphysical level are older than me they are as follows: Adam, Eve, Cain, Aclima, Abel, and AzuraI (I think I didn’t know her too well). Seth was younger than me, and I went to God before he was born.
God asked my parents, Aclima and Abel for a sacrifice. Out of their devotion to God and with a heavy heart for there son that they had named Emmanuel, since this was the time when God was with us, Abel and Aclima sacrificed me to HIM. But they didn’t kill me. Ideally, with animal sacrifice, or even plant sacrifice, you don’t kill the sacrifice! You give it to God!
Abel and Aclima wrapped me in soft leaves with a skin of Aclima’s milk, and then sacrificed me to God. They gave me to HIM. Or as it was written Abel sacrificed the first of his flock and the choice fat (Genesis 4:4).
The last words I heard from my family where Aclima’s:
“Immanuel one day you will be Salvation”
Jeshua means salvation. But my first parents then wept in horror as they watched fire consume me unaware that I was unharmed by the fire. I was taken to be raised with Sophia (wisdom), the Lily of God as some Sophiologist refer to her, in the high heaven that is still connected to Eden.
Aclima and Abel in their grief told their parents, if God asks you, or anyone, to sacrifice your sons or daughters, it is better to kill them first, for they will suffer the fire if you do not. This lead to some confusion when I ask God for a friend. He said that he would bring me Abraham’s son Isaac like he brought me to heaven but because of this misunderstanding, Abraham almost killed his son. Only in the nick of time did an angel get there to stop him from killing his son.
God who all these things are always happening was upset. HE was already in a bad mood because of it when Cain (my uncle) offered Him some old left over fruit he found for his sacrifice. God rejected the fruit, and Cain was already mad at Abel for marrying Cain’s twin and because he didn’t want to marry Azura (Abel’s twin), he did the first truly wicked act. In a jealous and angary rage, he bashed my fathers head in with a rock. For that he was cursed. And my father still makes his suit for vengeance in the court of Sheol.
This is the story of my original name. It brings back painful memories.
But it shines an important perspective on some of the ambiguities in the scriptures
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