I was on vacation in my head, lying back luxuriantly amidst the hideous chaos and squalor of my life. I had forgotten all my cares – I was stretched out on a cheap plastic recliner counting my chickens. Of which they were plenty. I was on a permanent holiday.
The darkness is approaching fast now. It’s approaching like an oncoming locomotive and ours is the role of the helpless victim tied to the tracks. It’s the traditional role, of course. It’s how things are done. That’s the type of world we live in.
The shadows are getting longer every day. They grow and they grow, encroaching upon the sunlit spaces of our lives. Always encroaching. They encroach a little bit more every day until – before we know it – the light of the sun becomes something none of us are able to remember. There will be stories of it, perhaps. There will be folktales and legends that speak of it, but the authorities will close all that down quick enough. They’ll close all that down for good. Or for evil, should I say? They’ll close it all down for evil. They’ll close us down for evil. They won’t tolerate the light. They’ll come down hard. They’ll punish wrong doers. Punishing wrong doers is what the authorities do best.
This is the way it always is with authorities, of course. What else would you expect? What else do the authorities ever do but deny the light? That’s their role – the authorities exist to enforce the darkness, and they do so in the name of all that is sacred! They have the monopoly on all that is sacred. They will preach the words of right and truth. They will give succour to the faithful. They will reward their minions.
Should we worship the Darkness? Is that the correct and gainful course of action? Is it valuable and helpful to worship the Darkness? These are just some of the questions we have to ask ourselves, you see. These are just some of the issues we have to address. Is it correct to praise Satan unceasingly, even though we know that He is the father of all wicked things in this world?
There is but one mould to which all creatures must conform. Only one mould, only one mould – all must pass through the one gate. We are told by the Rulers that our Father Satan cares deeply for us and everything He does is for our own good. We must pray to Him daily, imploring his mercy. We must pray that He will punish us sufficiently. We can never praise Him sufficiently. One day follows hot upon the heels of another, without ever a break. ‘What does it all mean?’ you ask yourself, ‘what is the significance of existence? Is life a type of delirium? Are aliens real?’
