Guilt really believes, that man shattered the peace of Heaven. Sinned big time and fell fatally. Guilt believes we have a corrupt and fallen sin nature. We all carry this accumulated guilt, from the very beginning. And the baggage has become immeasurable, through the passage of time. And in each and every one it lies putrefying, it's stench is overwhelming and permeates every aspect of our life, particularly sex. The horror of conceiving a child in sin is there, casting guilt over the most loving relationship. This guilt is then transmitted to our children and we wonder why, this sin thing continues?

Only the New Creation can change this. Certainly nor the socalled and misunderstood doctrine of New Birth of Christendom which only perpetuates this guilt. That is why all born again Christians admit they still sin. They cannot see the light of the New Creation. They still live under the light of the Old Creation, just born again.

The New Creation is not born. It is straight from the hand of God and knows no interference of guilt.

Guilt was that gigantic shock wave that seemed to shudder right across that frozen pure white Lake of God's perfect garden, shattering it into a billion fragments, as it passed. It seem to so shatter heaven's reality, that it was all cast out into this World of guilt and sin. Heaven seemed forever lost and remote from man.

Of course this guilt seems real and logical, but somehow there is a red herring there under closer examination. You cannot shatter Reality IF IT WAS REAL. Heaven's Reality cannot be violated or destroyed. It then become obvious that guilt is actually self-deception. The real problem is not the Real being attacked which is impossible, but rather a fictions self "seeking to be as God." This fictitious self then has cravings, for a certain fruit that God forbids, as it is not real. This fictitious appetite in man becomes hungrier than any horse, and can never satisfy it's illusory appetites no matter how hard it tries.

"When in some dreadful and ghastly dream, we reach the moment of greatest horror, it awakes us; thereby banishing all the hideous shapes that were born of the night. And life is a dream: When the moment of greatest horror compels us to break it off, the same thing happens." Henry David Thoreau