After careful consideration as to the direction of this blog, I have decided—with no small amount of trepidation—to return to the dark recesses of the abyss and once again stand face to face with the most insidious and vile creature in all of creation. This will be a most difficult journey, fraught with peril and I urge you to consider carefully the path that is set before you.
While not for the faint of heart, I am confident that should you choose to join me in this journey, you will by the grace of God be able to stand by my side in the face of this terrible creature and live to tell about it.
If you are ready then, let’s be off. If not, please find the EXIT nearest you.
The Scribe -
The Interview Continues …
“You appear tired,” Lucifer said as he stretched out his massive wings.
“I am, a bit,” the scribe answered as the wings shook violently. “We have been at this for several hours now.”
“I suppose that I should be feeling something—empathy perhaps, but the only feeling that I can conjure at the moment is disdain for your pathetic weakness,” he said snarled. “I hope that you are not too disappointed in me.” He chuckled.
The scribe looked up with a tired face. “You are what you are,” he said. “I am too tired this evening to give you much more thought than that. But I would like to talk about one more thing before I go.”
“And what is that!” he barked.
I let go a grin, happy to have annoyed him even a bit. “You have used over the course of centuries many schemes and methods of advancing your kingdom, as it were. And we have talked extensively about them, and will again. But today, the question that I have—“
I stood from my desk and walked toward his severe stare, not taking my eyes away from his. “At the end—those final days before the church was taken home and the rise of the beast—“
“Yes?” The tension in the creature’s face quickly gave way to a serious but inquisitive glare.
I stopped, just out of the devil’s reach. “What was the main impetus you applied in order to prepare the world for what was coming and who was coming?”
His eyes narrowed deep beneath the overhang of his brow, and after a couple of deep breaths, he snorted loudly before stretching a malevolent grin across his face. And then—
The rocky floor beneath us shook violently, knocking over both my desk and the chair next to it. Pages of writing from earlier in the day seesawed back and forth before settling on the black pool, formed out of my shattered ink bottle. I reached out to steady myself where nothing existed—my eyes bulging wide as I fought to keep my balance.
He fell back laughing on his rocky throne until the ground stopped shaking. “I simply stomped the ground like that.”
I was bent over, having already set the table upright, trying to recover the work of the day. “What do you mean, you stomped the ground?” Most of the pages were untouched, but a couple of them were drenched in ink. I held them up, pinching unspoiled corners with my fingers as they dripped to the ground below.
“Those final strands of hope that people held on to had to be eliminated,” he said.
“You are talking about the people who would be left behind?”
“Yes, of course,” he snapped dismissively. “All of those others who placed their trust and hope in so many things. The fools.”
The dripping slowed, but there was plenty more to come. “You’re talking about government and economies. Things like that, right?”
“Destabilization was the final key,” he shouted, stomping his foot again. This time, I was unable to keep my footing and I soon found myself on the stone floor, sitting in the sticky pool, still holding the dripping sheets in my hands. “Would you please stop that!”
“This is quite a Kodak moment,” he snickered. “You should see yourself.”
“I bet.” Unable to get up without the free use of my hands, I let go of the ink damaged sheets, watching them settle into the ooze.
“In order to turn people toward the coming world leader, I had to rip away the last vestiges of tradition, and I did that in a number of ways, such as exploiting racism whenever the opportunity arose—particularly when the opportunity to challenge and denounce authority availed itself.”
“You’re talking about destabilizing people’s trust in the police,” I said, getting to my feet.
“The police, yes of course, but the focus was on all authority. How fun it was to create havoc through sin and corruption in all sorts of government organizations—the NSA, the Secret Service and others.”
“I can see that,” I said, sitting down in my chair. “All of the political scandals and gridlock.”
“Governments are always an easy target,” Satan laughed. “I love the opportunity to manipulate people as well as nation states, particularly making people dependent, and then using that dependency to manipulate and control them even more.”
“And I recall, a few years before, all the sexual scandal in the Catholic church.”
“Glad you mentioned that,” Satan said. “Not only was I able to inflict great harm on all those children, I was able to enjoy the tarnished reputation of the church as well.
“You want to shake things up, create a scandal. You want to really shake things up then pile crisis upon crisis with a bunch of idiots in charge. That will really suck the hope and confidence out of people’s lives.
“Stock market crashes and terrorist attacks. Out of control spending and a debt which could never be repaid. Government run health care, veterans dying on the steps of hospitals, foreign powers annexing neighboring countries—all of it contributing to the loss of confidence.
“Too big to fail, housing bubbles, unemployment through the roof though severely under-reported and a president who felt more comfortable on the golf course than he did in the oval office.
“NSA, CIA and the IRS, where would it end? I’ll tell you. It ended the loss of a dream. It ended with hope dashed upon the rocks of corruption. It ended in a flurry of lies and deceit. It ended with a global shift as hearts turned away from the failing efforts and traditional answers of mankind, and instead embraced a new hope, in a new direction with a new man. My man. The true leader of the world.”
“The antichrist,” I said soberly.
“It really was as easy as taking candy from a baby,” the devil said as began laughing. “From a baby!”
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“Such foolishness,” he said with a grin, “but they were my fools. With natural, fallen hearts they could not discern spiritual things. They had not the capacity to distinguish between the doctrines of God and the doctrines of demons. They accepted my revelation to them as if it was coming from God himself. Marvelous.
“Is there something in the bible that is too difficult to reconcile?—get rid of it! You don’t like the topic of sin?—take it out! Hell? Forget about it. The details don’t matter. It is all about empowerment. Give them the opportunity to take control of their lives. Chart the path that they choose. Define truth as they want to define it. Make them feel good about themselves.
“And if you follow my suggestions, do you know what happens? Well listen up my friend and let me tell you. If sin and any possible judgment from God is removed from the spiritual equation then there is no need for a savior. Isn’t that fabulous? Take away the confines of a narrow path and broaden it as wide as you like it.
“You can get rid of Jesus, or at the very least demote him to the lowly and common level of a good and wise man—perhaps a prophet if you so choose. And with the issue of sin, judgment and Jesus out of the way, people can then focus on empowering and nurturing the god potential that is within them.
“Take your blade and cut out those hateful, intolerant and bigoted words of Jesus—I am the way, the truth and the life. Rip the page out and cast it into the fire. Take away the limitations of the Christ and “feel led” and “be led” by my spirit!”
He stomped his feet again and violently thrust both of his arms straight above his head. He tightly clenched his fists and fluttered his great wings while kicking out the kinks of his chains and cried:
“I am the god of this world! Not him! Not him!”
He dropped his arms and extended them outwards to me as a welcoming gesture.
“To the world I cry hear my truth! There are many interpretations to his book! There are many paths to the truth! There are many roads which lead to heaven!
“Be not afraid to take your own walk, and choose the path which you would choose. To whom should your worship belong? Should reverence be made to the God of the bible? Should heads bow in the presence of the god of Islam? Should knees fall before the Mormon god? Should one lay prostrate before the god of the Watchtower?
“Do so if you find you must remain tethered to such a relic of religiosity. Anything that keeps you away from the clutches of almighty God is my greatest desire. But listen to me—listen to the secret of secrets—hear the greatest gnosis.
“There is another path—a better path away from images of stone and gold. It is a glorious path which abandons all forms of established religion—their ceremonies, their prayers and their temples.
“I say that you should look within yourselves, and it is there that reverence should be made. For in every path that you choose, you will find yourself. For the seed of god is in you and you are in everything. And therein lies the answer.
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