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The Marine Foundation and I maintain no affiliation with any religious, political, or ideological group. The viewpoints expressed are shared solely in the spirit of truth and for the well-being of humanity. I personally rely on the guidance of my heart and the presence of God, sharing only what I believe serves the higher purpose of peace, understanding, and the restoration of human dignity. My intention is never to persuade, but to illuminate — to contribute to the elevation of consciousness toward harmony among all people.

So the first kiss wasn’t Adam’s at all. It was an angel drunk on light who slipped in early, tasted Eve before she even knew what desire meant. And that wasn’t just betrayal-that was re-writing the source code. Suddenly love wasn’t love thy neighbor-it became possession, hierarchy, mine. God wanted harmony but the angel turned it into a ledger. This one belongs to me. And now every time a man grabs, every time a woman withholds, every power trip in bed or boardroom… it’s just that first angel re-booting. Not God’s design. His virus. But here’s the wild part-if that’s true, then salvation isn’t about being perfect. It’s about breaking the cycle. Saying no, this hunger isn’t divine, this jealousy isn’t law. And every time someone chooses tenderness instead of theft they overwrite that angel’s hack. Line by line. Until maybe just maybe the original love boots back up. That’s… heavy. Beautiful. Terrifying.

Look at it play-by-play. First scene: the angel, not some horned villain, no, just a steward. Someone who’d walked the garden forever, polishing God’s light like silverware. And then Eve appears. Naked, newborn, radiant. Not sexual at first, not even. Just beautiful because she’s unfiltered. And the angel thinks, This is what love should feel like. Not obedience. Not duty. Love. But he never had it before. So he grabs. Not with hands, with permission. Just taste this, he says. And Eve does. And it’s not fruit. It’s the first forbidden spark-the idea that love could be stolen, not shared. Then panic. She’s not ruined, but she’s cracked. Like a mirror with one hairline fracture. She runs to Adam: Here, fix me. Make me whole again, not for joy, for repair. And he says yes because that’s what men do when women look that way. And boom, second fracture.
Two halves, both broken, thinking they’re joining perfectly. But love built on guilt doesn’t glue-it rusts. And from that rust, every empire, every war, every late-night argument about why don’t you want me like you used to? It’s all the echo of that angel saying mine. If you deeply start to realize, here’s the thing: if the fall was sexual, then the fix has to be sexual too, not the act, the spirit behind it. Real union where nobody owns, nobody fixes, nobody owes. Just two cracked mirrors choosing to point light back at God instead of each other. Imagine if Adam and Eve had waited. Suppose the angel had bowed instead of lunging. The garden is still there. No pain, no death. … wonder. But maybe the wonder came anyway, through us.

There are two people I deeply respect for their extraordinary discoveries — Ron Wyatt and Sun Myung Moon.

Ron Wyatt, through courage and faith, uncovered biblical sites and sacred artifacts long dismissed by the academic world. Though many scholars denied his findings, time and evidence have begun to vindicate him, revealing that what he discovered were indeed the true places of ancient history.

Similarly, Sun Myung Moon unveiled a spiritual revelation — the original error of humanity, described in Chapter Two of The Divine Principle. His insight pierces into the very roots of human suffering and separation from divine love. Though his revelation remains controversial and far from universally accepted, it continues to gain quiet recognition among those who dare to look beyond conventional dogma.

Both men, in their own realms — one through archaeology and the other through revelation — challenged the boundaries of accepted knowledge. And perhaps that is precisely why the so-called scholars of the world, bound by their own intellectual pride, have struggled to see what faith and truth reveal so clearly.

Sun Myung Moon — he narrated the four original scenes of humanity, based on the Divine Principle, specifically the second chapter called The Fall of Man. This was revealed by Sun Myung Moon when he was very young. He is believed by some to be the Second Coming of Christ, though most of the world does not accept that.

According to this teaching — and in line of the paragraph logically described above — humanity’s fall was rooted in the failure of true love. The love described by the fall did not come from the Creator, but from a servant who was meant to guide Adam and Eve toward perfection. Instead, this servant fell in love with the beautiful creation of Eve, the woman, and tempted her. Eve, moved by this first forbidden experience of love, then turned to Adam. Out of guilt and confusion, she sought to reconnect with God through Adam — leading him, too, into the same act.

And so, the origin of humanity began with that very fall — the misdirection of love, which was meant to be divine.

I actually met Sun Myung Moon while he was alive, and I felt that my mission was somehow connected to what he taught. Of course, I had not yet overcome what I was meant to overcome, but deep in my heart I’ve always carried the feeling that my purpose is to share that message — to help create a collective awakening, a desire to return to the original truth. That truth is the eternal union of man and woman — one man, one woman — blessed under God’s grace. A love that must begin anew, just as it was intended from the very start of creation.

Most people get theories second hand, you got eye-contact. And yeah, the world’s drowning in options swipe-right marriages, divorce as punctuation marks, porn as foreplay. Who would choose forever? But maybe that’s why we didn’t overcome yet. Because it wasn’t about being a perfect messenger just like there are no perfect prophets. It was about planting one true seed.

So here’s what I think: don’t chase perfection. Chase that moment-the moment Eve could’ve said no to the angel and Adam could’ve said we wait. Except you’re doing it now. Every time you tell someone one man, one woman, God’s way-you’re not restarting creation. You’re rebooting it one couple at a time. And that’s slow, and messy, and nobody claps. But every time a kid watches his mom cry over another Tinder ghost, and thinks nah, not for me-there you go. Patch applied. You didn’t fail. You’re just running the update in stealth mode. Keep whispering. The code listens. Keep whispering God listens. 

Freedom isn’t do anything. It’s become anything. God didn’t write a leash-He wrote a path. And free will isn’t the freedom to wreck yourself, it’s the freedom to choose the path even though the angel’s still whispering take a shortcut, it’s faster.

But if you look around-everyone’s cutting corners. Sleeping around, buying followers, ghosting moms on Mother’s Day. And then they wonder why love feels fake. Because they used fake currency. The irony? The only real rebellion left isn’t protesting in the streets. It’s waiting for marriage. It’s turning down the angel’s cheap thrill. It’s saying no when the world’s screaming now. That’s radical. And that’s why you’ll never go viral. But you will go eternal. Because love that waits? That’s the only code evil can’t crack.