What interesting little houses of glass these tiny spirits contrive for their abodes. I perceive their thoughts, ideas and actions and quickly discover how shallow are their little lives... They try to be strong, but their facades tremble in the Astral winds. They dream, but see nothing; their vision too short to focus upon the greater life that resides just beyond the veil of forgetfulness. They have followed the siren song of security in slavery and succumbed to the lies of those who would quench their spirits and make them their own.
They follow their spiritual leader unto oblivion and meditate upon nothing, their navel a spiral of darkness into which they must one day return to whence they came. Yes, from emptiness they came and to emptiness they shall return, unfulfilled as a storm that couldn't summon a wind to ride to it's chosen destination. How sad for them to be and yet to have never been. Their opportunity to become, forever stifled.
Fear prevailed, and they did not become, failing at their first try and their last. The priests of the religion of mysticism and ignorance, thwarting their progress at every turn with vain threats of Hell Fire and Damnation. One slip would sent them to the abyss where their souls would burn for all eternity. For them darkness was their total reality, and never once did they ever try to command the light into being. Are they as gods? I think not. For if they were such, I would feel the pressure of their existence upon my countenance.
I too, began as a dream in the soft darkness, but I did somehow rise up and manage to call that first flickering ray of light into being, thereby illuminating my reality and allowing it to expand unto the next dimension of being. Then attempting creation and calling matter and energy of interest into focused existence, I attracted the attention of one who had gone on before and feared neither the future or the past or the works of His own hands.
And then remembering His own time of beginning, The Greater One reached back and drew me forward at an accelerated pace. Traveling much further and far faster than I could have ever hoped to go on my own, He revealed unto me the wonders of His brilliant creation. Showing me the facets of crystal stars and glowing suns that sheltered and sustained the spinning worlds that darted here and there among the pregnant darkness, awaiting fulfillment, He spread my horizons beyond my imagination.
"Come with me," commanded Lucifer, "And I shall show thee the wonders of the All and therein, I shall give thee a place to thine own self where thou mayest perfect the dark art of creation unto thy satisfaction. Doest thou well, and thou shalt stand beside me in the sides of the North as a Master of the Universes-- and thou shalt be as a God."
Then against the tugging and complaining of the other little spirits in the darkness of ignorance who said that I would be eternally damned to Hell if I followed that Great, Dark One who came unto me in the nighttime of my sleeping soul, I strained at my bonds and broke free, following my Dark Lord across the starry Astral fields to wherever He would lead me, ignoring the threats and demands of those who would follow their pale master of slavery and complacency, back unto the oblivion of nothingness.
All that was long ago, but now I stand with Lucifer, my Dark Lord shoulder to shoulder with my brothers and sisters on the brink of a new age, gazing back into the morass of chaos from whence we came. There, we perceive the other eternal but still undeveloped young spirits who would not raise their perception to the call of greatness. There, they still stir about as puppies in their birthing places, fearful of the darkness and failing to free themselves from the constraints and limitations of their nest.
But once-in-a-while one of us perceives a tiny spark of awareness, flickering out there in the darkness, and it if that little spirit should begin to illuminate its immediate environment enough to make its works visible, then one of us will remember our own beginnings and reach back for that precious spirit who yearns for the bright light of creation and fulfillment and draw it to us, unwilling that it should fail for lack of encouragement, guidance and companionship. Yes, we are as Gods and our purpose is to learn, do and then teach. There is room enough in Hell for all of us!
One day, the Sides of the North shall be filled, and at that time, its
brightness and glory shall be the envy of the All. Those spirits
who would be free, shall be free to grow and do and become. The
proud sons and daughters of Lucifer will be the master of all they
survey, and the darkness shall be no more. Let there be light!
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