Among us, Satan! (Poetic Prose, Part one and two)

Among us, Satan!
(Poetic Prose) Part I of II


As told by Ur’el the Archangel


Of ancient times, all the sons of God were present and Satan also, a part of the eternal mind. He came from time to time, to watch and see, to mock and be, among the light of heaven. He had chosen his eternal path, with the mortal dust on earth. He knew there was no darkness in the universe could hide him from the eyes of God; from whence he came from. Even the secrets of his mind, he could not hide “What moment was mine?” he said and so he separated his mind, whirled it away hid it in the stream of change. There to empty it.

In the interim, He was bragging, feeling he had more knowledge of man than God, and God not admitting it. Satan told God, face to face, near, should to shoulder, “You are disconnected with man, and you created him.”

Among men there was no question of the existence of God, or Satan, only the reason God allowed an evolution to take place of man’s notion of God allowing Satan to plant innumerable gods on earth in his place. In of whom certain characteristics of Satan himself were similar, and the abstract gods concrete and complete, in variations, traversed the earth. Perhaps God knew the animal in man, wanted to become a god. And Satan fashioned his means, to meet his end.

And so it happens that Satan set up his own little stage being less concerned with God’s. And Satan said:” If I am Evil and as you see, the people are on equal, not opposite ways with me on earth, why do you or your angels go forth and put no stop to this?”

God looked at Satan, said “You never did understand, who seeks to establish the truth of something has already assumed by translating the dramatic action of his fellow followers, fulfils his own fascination, it is the logic of appearances, as opposed to the logic of true forms. We are characters to man; on the other hand, you are a tragedy to many and so revealed in your retributive fate. You are in, what I created a natural process of law, indifferent to those who oppose it. You are the spectacle of suffering as the effect of evil. And you think you are in the mind of God, and you are not. I can know things, and not know them. Knowledge is knowing of, and not knowing of. Is it possible for me to doubt? (Satan couldn’t answer that) How can man be made perfect, without knowing evil? Man judges himself, as he oppresses himself. If I reduce you to insignificance, it detracts from the design of things. You are here Satan, but you are not here. If you were to be remoulded you would be naught, you would be doubtfully useful, and you are who you are. If you have any reality at all, it is to your own world, and since that is a world that resists Good, you will be left with your kind where its nature is unaffected by its duration. The time will pass from one point to another, without taking time, this is your end. Your greatest act is in traversing the lesser acts of mankind to carry them along with you—co-ordinating your Army to help. You have one act—evil, and you do it with a wanton delight, glorifying its own activity. You see man as mere matter, forms. I see them as for the perfect form, the divine form, within time without end, which I seek to extend throughout space. In the long run, you are only the surface, determined already by your acts. The inflicted by you maybe of a great mass, but they can be purified, you cannot.”

“So much you know,” said Satan to God, “you dare not make me your equal!”

“You seek something that can never be; you stood outside of time, before I created time, because I created you so. Not like man. You stand in front of me double-faced, and try to make me believe you have forgotten your choice, the act you took to change and be divisible. And offer to man, your act, all that you are, you are only a moment of friction! No more. An impact on a material world; this strange reverence men pay to you for a moment of fascination is out of fear and to duplicate it, to learn the evil in life, and use it, against the weak and helpless things. Earth is your throne, when evil comes, where you can divide and separate it at will. Judge it to be as you wish. But what it is like, is you, a fluctuating tide, that comes in for a short period of time, and gathers up its lusts, and goes with age out to the sea to die.”



Satan’s Ghosts
Part II of II

(Ur’al’s Immortal Youth)


It was of ancient times, when Satan and God stood face to face, and near, shoulder to shoulder, and I stood far back, by the Golden Gates of Heaven, and its silver plated pathway, when I overheard this conversation. I Ur’el of immortal youth; It was a time when men understood the tongues of animals, and could speak to them on earth. It is all but forgotten now, and put into tales. It was a time when the earth was covered with shades, and trenches were dug to make sacrifices of bulls to drain their blood in those wide trenches, to drink their blood to the demigods, Satan’s horde, to the Henchmen of Hell, and all, to gain immortal youth. A strange time indeed, and there were many who lived among the ghosts of earth, said they were, for they could not be touched, and when the wind came, they were blurred faces to the living. They were vapour drifting over desolate marshes. There was more than one death back in those far-off days, and this ghostly death, left them blind with grief, to live and be dead among the living, and to watch the living, live in the dead, the ghosts of Satan’s handiwork, not for all but for some; for there were others who chose this end, for a time being, and those who had no choice.


4-16-2009 (No: 2593)

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