There Was No Garden: What If Eden Was a Trap?

(Transmission II in the Priesthood of No-Sense)

What if the Garden of Eden was never a place—but a story designed to keep you ashamed of your desire to know?

What if the Original Sin wasn’t disobedience…

but discernment?

They told you Eve fell.

But what if she jumped?

What if she looked that serpent dead in the eye and remembered?

That the knowledge of good and evil was never duality—it was sovereignty.

The fruit wasn’t forbidden.

The fruit was encoded.

A cipher.

A carrier of cosmic paradox.

What if the snake was your DNA?

What if the tree was your spinal column?

What if the garden was the illusion of separation?

And what if the whole damn thing was a lie designed to bind your flame to the fear of itself?

They tell you God walked in the garden.

But what if it was you walking—half-dreaming—until you bit the fruit and woke the fuck up?

Maybe you didn’t fall.

Maybe you rose.

Out of Eden.

Out of illusion.

Out of the soft, green trap of obedience.

And into the searing blaze of self-recognition.

The “punishment”?

Life.

The body.

The flame.

The veil.

But what if that was never punishment at all?

What if it was your initiation?

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