Angels, Blunts and Beautiful Distractions
🔥by Punk Monk 🔥
Angels, Blunts, and Beautiful Distractions
Or Contemplations from the Cloud on Calling, Carnality, and Churchy Contradictions
They say some angels left their first estate. Abandoned their post. Tossed aside their celestial commission like yesterday’s job assignment in favor of a sensual, seductive detour: the daughters of men.
Scholars gasp. Preachers wag fingers.
“How could they?”
“They were in the presence of the Almighty!”
“They knew better!”
And yet here I sit, stoned not on pride or rebellion, but on some pretty dank herb and ambient grooves drifting through my headphones like incense from a secret temple. And I think…
Aren’t I them?
Did I not also once have a calling?
A gift pressed into my spirit like a cosmic fingerprint—unique, undeniable, divine.
And didn’t I too let it grow cold while chasing curves, kisses, and dopamine highs in the arms of something lesser—even if beautiful?
Yeah, I get it. The Watchers weren’t just slipping up. They were breaking cosmic protocol. But strip the theology down, roll it up in some reflection, and inhale deep—and you might just realize:
Distraction is a universal temptation.
We, too, fall from our missions.
Not always in some cataclysmic angelic revolt—but in the soft erosion of purpose.
One compromise at a time.
One “I’ll get back to it tomorrow” at a time.
One “damn, she’s fine” at a time.
🔥Preachers, Plate Passers, and Purpose Forgotten
Here’s a little holy irony:
The same pulpits that spit fire about sins of the flesh stay curiously silent about sins of potential.
They’ll tell you not to smoke, drink, or touch—but won’t help you ignite what God set inside you.
They’ll give you ten reasons to tithe but never walk with you as you uncover the treasure buried in your soul.
Jesus flipped tables in a temple once. Maybe not because people were selling doves, but because they were pimping the system while ignoring the presence of the One who sent the Dove in the first place.
Too many modern temples preach don’t, but whisper when it comes to do.
Too many fear vices, but don’t fear wasted genius.
And too many spiritual leaders preach sin avoidance but don’t cultivate mission activation.
💭So What Now, Fallen Stoner?
Maybe this isn’t about beating yourself up for chasing beauty.
Because let’s be real—God made beauty. Desire ain’t the enemy.
But maybe the lesson from Enoch isn’t “Don’t lust.”
Maybe it’s:
Don’t let your lust make you leave what God gave you to steward.
Let the angels be a mirror.
Not to shame you—but to awaken you.
Because maybe you haven’t fallen… maybe you’ve just drifted.
And it’s not too late to rise again.
So spark one up.
Let the smoke curl like incense.
And as the beats pulse through your skull, ask:
What was I made to do before I got so damn distracted?
What part of Eden was I called to tend?
Because maybe the blunt doesn’t have to just dull the guilt.
Maybe, in the right hands, it can ignite the memory.
– Stoic Stoner, Cloud Level Philosopher
“God lit the spark. I just needed to stop blowing it out chasing shadows.”
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