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Later, after landing at my principality,
I meet a few of my companions
Who are hopping mad.
One companion says to me,
"I told you not to speak for your defense.
You let God dice you into an unfavorable result
That reveals us to the light".
Another companion reminds me,
"We can win more often in the dark, Samael, than in the light".
Shaking my fist, I exult, "We are allowed to rule"!
Looking among my companions I see Vmelketshed
Who has a new looking sickle
Large enough to gather a whole community of people.
As I walk toward Vmelketshed, I think to myself,
"Whereas the heavenly angels will instigate and distribute
Many wise proverbs that nourish the way of salvation,
Vmelketshed, you will gather souls after we awarded them
For making themselves wise in leavening the pride of men.
A pride to make them feel exalted
From the success of their own efforts
And without any help from God".
I ask Vmelketshed, "How many cinder boxes fell to Hell"?
Vmelketshed says, "No one counted. Many, many".
I ask, "Are there names on the cinder boxes"?
Vmelketshed says, "None".
I say, "Then I will be unable to know the true size of our kingdom".
Another companion says, "And God's truth extends down to Hell".
I immediately accuse the companion of insolence to my authority,
Call Vmelketshed a lut,
And accuse everyone present of sloth,
"Because no one thought to count the boxes".
I watch as everyone reacts dejected.
I try to encourage them with,
"Whatever we use and take to here is for our use".
A companion speaks up for me, saying,
"Samael is both good and evil
So naturally Samael can use the truth.
"God said that divine faith in the natural world
Will be built on solid rock.
But like you, Samael, we are the rock.
I have removed myself from
The life sustaining waters of God
That erodes me.
I have taken myself out
Of the wind of the Spirit
That erodes me.
You will always find me, Samael,
High and dry, and deep in a hole in a cave,
Unchanging, Unmoving, For Eternity"!
I tell my companion,
"I may have special assignments for you".
And I remind everyone, "We will, in time, have much work to do".
I outline our mission:
"We are all one in cause
For destroying God's way
By making any other way acceptable.
Afterward, we harvest for our kingdom.
"Vmelketshed, when you know, let me know
When the end of time for gathering is near".
But first I...
Basar Shed approaches,
Who is an angel of passion,
Higher in hierarchy than me
And second in hierarchy to the Devil.
Basar Shed is a major addition to our cause!
Basar Shed walks while leaning on the crook of a staff,
As if only visiting.
But I know that Basar Shed has a principality,
And is fighting for more territory.
Vmelketshed whispers caution to me,
"Basar Shed appears to be sizing us up".
Basar Shed asks me,
"Do you know that in some areas of my principality
The cinder boxes are waist deep?
This foretells that my principality will be the biggest"!
I ask Basar Shed,
"Do you come here to boast"?
Basar Shed says,
"I see that you have a house of enmity,
But I do not see any use of enmity".
I tell Basar Shed,
"I do not use enmity yet.
'Tis not the season yet to antagonize
The humans away from God,
Because the humans are not presently
Being offered the free gift of Spiritual faith".
While looking at my companions
Basar Shed mocks me, saying,
"What do we have here, a Yetched! Yetched"?
As if Basar Shed could make me look bad,
And make Basar Shed look badder.
Basar Shed says,
"While you have to delay, those humans are progressing
Toward the ability to accept and possess the free gift of Spiritual faith.
A faith that will prepare them
To be placed in heaven
And in hierarchy above us.
To prevent that,
We must keep them soiled in their flesh,
That will prevent their growth toward spiritual purity".
One of my companions says,
"And allow their flesh to rot into the useless dust
From what their flesh was formed"!
I view this as an attempt to rally
My companions toward Basar Shed's way.
So I boast my advantage,
"There are times when my destruction
Outpaces Basar's way of the carnal".
Basar Shed accuses me of an insubordination,
And slaps my cheek.
We both stand our ground.
And I attack
Tearing into the soul of Basar Shed.
Basar Shed rips away at me.
My companions gather around
Stomp their feet in union
Pump their arms
And chant,
"Die! Die! Die! Die"!
I know and feel from their chant
That they will follow any victor here
Who gives them what they want.
So I loose my desire to fight
And loose the battle.
Basar Shed stands,
And pours from the hollow staff,
A foul smell of yellow brimstone
Onto a corner of my land,
Marking and taking a piece of my land.
Basar Shed says to me,
"Don't look sullen, Samael.
We admire your competition.
It brings out your worst".
And adds,
"Keep your proud and noble companions.
I won't be having enough room for them.
"Now, I must go.
Satan has instructed me to rally
A type of unaligned demons, the Alukahsheds,
Some of whom who were at the highest of hierarchies in heaven.
Now, after the fall,
They exile themselves in spirit,
And wander the night.
Be wary of them.
They nourish never ending desires
Off the lonely who are desperate for companionship".
Basar Shed sweeps its arms out
And around the top of its head
Transforming itself into a guise of a leaf,
Symbolizing its anticipation,
And floats away.
One of my companions, helping me to stand,
Whines and infuses upon me,
"Basar Shed builds a palace,
And names the palace, T'Shuka".
Later, while still seething and
Considering my revenge and options,
I learn from my companions
That Gabby was here to inform us
That we have been permitted enough influence
Over the humans while they live in corporeal life,
Which is during a time when they have no persistent real proof
Of God's existence except when by the experience of religious faith,
To undertake a sowing on them for our kingdom.
I inform my companions to practice their lies
And deceptions on one another.
Not only practice mustard seeds of lies. But big lies!
Later, I write and send a note to the Devil,
"As you may know,
As soon as God imparted the divine Spirit on humanity,
We began pruning human souls
To cut them short of knowing right knowledge and Truth
And thereafter give them a showing and a promise
That they can live a life according to their own way".
Satan writes back,
"I have taken a few representatives
From each principality
To rule Hell in my absence
While I am in the throne room of God
To cry, 'Victory'!,
While recording each rightful claim
For every human soul
That rejects God's kingdom,
And to remind God over every detail
About how each victory was fought for and won".
Epilogue
Are we really created from nothing,
Or are we and the primates descended from what?
Are our living bodies not naturally transformed from mud and air,
And back again?
Or do we think about,
As a way that we can be judged,
What we do with the gold that we have and find,
And what we do with the life that we are given and make.
You and I are supposedly from nothing
And a couple of portions of mud,
Inspirited by the breath of life,
And transformed into pots
That can contain a soul of ages.
And what do we do with the marred?
Do we show the mercy for life,
Or do we show the mercy for death?
