Journal Entry 4

After much time in silence, I have returned to continue my reports. My human readers may be curious about my long silence, but let me remind them that I am here for a time as yet unmeasured, and we, living as we do for many thousands of earth-years, do not see time as they do. Humans are quick to impatience. The four earth-years since my last entry are as a few days to me.

Journal Entry 3

I have of late been spending much time with my Teacher (he has been named Christopher). He strikes me as a melancholy person. I have yet to compile a summation of reasons for his melancholy, but I know that it arises from what they call in this world "homesickness." I have questioned him about this, and he has told me that there is no home for him here. In my world, we are home anywhere and everywhere, so I find this very strange. Are all the humans homesick?

Journal Entry 2

For the benefit of the ignorant reader, it behooves me to explain a little of my intent in my sojourn on this planet. It will be difficult for me to describe things from my world using the inadequate language of the humans. I will attempt to use words that mirror our realities as closely as possible. My race is an intellectual one, for we spend our long lives learning the many secrets of the universe. What humans call angels are our teachers and guides in our quest to learn of the goodness of our Father's vast universe. Earth has long been a much-loved subject of study among us, from the beginning of human life to its rejection of the Creator, culminating in the one event that changed our universe forever, the event that all time revolves around: the Creator becoming human, the Eternal One sanctifying the form of the created. How blessed is the race of humans! But how ignorant of their blessedness! In every human age, we have sent one of our own to observe the progress of this race, and in doing so, to try to understand human life. For we know nearly all concerning the blessed and cursed planet, save what it is to be human. I have been chosen to observe the current human age, the age that is rumored to be the last. I will make frequent entries in this digital communication medium called the Internet, and I will leave it with humanity when I depart, with the hope that the humans will read it and learn of the folly of their self-destruction. When I return to my world, I will enlighten my brothers and sisters concerning human life, providing I can come to an understanding of it.

Journal Entry 1

I have finally arrived on earth. I can feel the toxic darkness assaulting my intellect, eager to corrupt once more, but unable to comprehend and thus destroy my innocence. Although they have not yet revealed themselves to my vision, I can feel their evil, a coldness and blackness which is foreign to me. Those traitorous shades surround me, spouting hatred in the ancient tongue for my invasion of their world. From the moment the Guardians violently cut a door in their defenses to let me in I could feel their anger. I have no need to resist their attacks; they break upon me as water on rocks. I am in their realm, but they cannot touch me, for I am beyond their reach. But their malevolence obscures my vision, and I can only see the Guardians as though peering through water. My guide has already warned me about this, and has said that it is the reason the humans walk about in such ignorance. The straining of my eyes makes me weary, and I must sleep. Tomorrow I will begin my observations.