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Authors: Linda Rios Brook
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mankind and that it must obey. It is so obvious. I marvel that you people can't figure it out.
It is not so with us. There is no limit to our capacity for fear. W h e n we reach a new level of fear, that mark moves higher yet again. We can go deeper into fear, but we can never retreat from it. Do you wonder what we fear?
For the most part, we fear each other. We dare not break rank or our mutual destruction is assured. More than anything else, we fear Satan.
He's become much worse, you know. When we first fell, I really believe he was as confused as anyone else by what had happened. It took him some time before he realized our fallen condition was going to be eternal. As he processed that reality, his confusion lessened, and his hatred grew. His hatred is without repentance, and we worry his hatred will overcome his sense of survival, and if it did, he would unleash his wrath against us.
It is strange that we never feared God. Although His power was without limit, so much more so than Satan, He could have destroyed us with a glance, yet we never feared that He might do so. God's strength and omnipotence were never frightening to us. In fact, we were comforted by it because we knew He was our protector.
Not so with Satan. He would destroy us in a moment if it advanced his purpose the slightest bit. We know that. He doesn't do so because he needs us. He cannot carry out his horrible vengeance without us. Satan is not omnipresent, as God is. He cannot create, as God can.
If he destroys one of us, he has diminished his army, and his army is all he has.
Nonetheless, we know that if we fail him in our assignments, his rage will overtake his cunning, and he will destroy the one who failed him. We must be victorious in our assignments or be destroyed, and yet victory in our conquests does not relieve our fear in the least. Victory itself creates more fear in us, and of a far worse kind.
You probably think that when we were expelled from heaven, that was as bad as it could get for us. Perhaps you think we will be forever contained in a sort of spiritual limbo, occasionally interrupting the affairs of humans.
Oh, that it could be that way. But no, we have a future just as you have. A terrible, terrible day awaits us, far worse than anything we have experienced before. The more victorious Satan is, the worse the judgment that awaits us.
As I trudged back to the place where Satan had set his throne, I don't know which I feared the most. Was it what I had seen happening over the seas? Or was it the fact that I would be the one who had to tell him? I knew I must tell Satan what I had witnessed out there: Ruah Ha Kadosh hovering over the wasteland that had become Earth. Somehow or another, this would end up being my fault. I just knew it.
"Lord Satan," I stammered.
He didn't acknowledge me with words, just a glare that meant I was bothering him.
"I have a report," I continued. He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.
"What? Don't lie," he snapped.
"There's a disturbance on Earth." I paused to check out how he took the first part. So far, so good. I tried to select my words carefully. "Now, I could be wrong about this, but I'm almost certain, well, not that certain, but as certain as one could be without getting any closer, which I didn't. It looks as if..."
He slapped me out of my careful mode right into blurt-it-all-out mode.
"Ruah Ha Kadosh is hovering over Earth. End of report," and I fell to my knees.
At least he didn't take the time to swing at me again or to blame me for something that was not my fault. He spun around and sped off for the edge of second heaven.
"No, no, no," he bellowed, sideswiping any demon along the way who made the mistake of getting in his path.
He came to such a sudden stop that he almost flipped right over and off the edge. "No!" he screamed into the vastness of space. "You cannot have it, God. It is mine. Earth is mine. Leave it alone."
As he railed against God, the darkness
It is not so with us. There is no limit to our capacity for fear. W h e n we reach a new level of fear, that mark moves higher yet again. We can go deeper into fear, but we can never retreat from it. Do you wonder what we fear?
For the most part, we fear each other. We dare not break rank or our mutual destruction is assured. More than anything else, we fear Satan.
He's become much worse, you know. When we first fell, I really believe he was as confused as anyone else by what had happened. It took him some time before he realized our fallen condition was going to be eternal. As he processed that reality, his confusion lessened, and his hatred grew. His hatred is without repentance, and we worry his hatred will overcome his sense of survival, and if it did, he would unleash his wrath against us.
It is strange that we never feared God. Although His power was without limit, so much more so than Satan, He could have destroyed us with a glance, yet we never feared that He might do so. God's strength and omnipotence were never frightening to us. In fact, we were comforted by it because we knew He was our protector.
Not so with Satan. He would destroy us in a moment if it advanced his purpose the slightest bit. We know that. He doesn't do so because he needs us. He cannot carry out his horrible vengeance without us. Satan is not omnipresent, as God is. He cannot create, as God can.
If he destroys one of us, he has diminished his army, and his army is all he has.
Nonetheless, we know that if we fail him in our assignments, his rage will overtake his cunning, and he will destroy the one who failed him. We must be victorious in our assignments or be destroyed, and yet victory in our conquests does not relieve our fear in the least. Victory itself creates more fear in us, and of a far worse kind.
You probably think that when we were expelled from heaven, that was as bad as it could get for us. Perhaps you think we will be forever contained in a sort of spiritual limbo, occasionally interrupting the affairs of humans.
Oh, that it could be that way. But no, we have a future just as you have. A terrible, terrible day awaits us, far worse than anything we have experienced before. The more victorious Satan is, the worse the judgment that awaits us.
As I trudged back to the place where Satan had set his throne, I don't know which I feared the most. Was it what I had seen happening over the seas? Or was it the fact that I would be the one who had to tell him? I knew I must tell Satan what I had witnessed out there: Ruah Ha Kadosh hovering over the wasteland that had become Earth. Somehow or another, this would end up being my fault. I just knew it.
"Lord Satan," I stammered.
He didn't acknowledge me with words, just a glare that meant I was bothering him.
"I have a report," I continued. He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.
"What? Don't lie," he snapped.
"There's a disturbance on Earth." I paused to check out how he took the first part. So far, so good. I tried to select my words carefully. "Now, I could be wrong about this, but I'm almost certain, well, not that certain, but as certain as one could be without getting any closer, which I didn't. It looks as if..."
He slapped me out of my careful mode right into blurt-it-all-out mode.
"Ruah Ha Kadosh is hovering over Earth. End of report," and I fell to my knees.
At least he didn't take the time to swing at me again or to blame me for something that was not my fault. He spun around and sped off for the edge of second heaven.
"No, no, no," he bellowed, sideswiping any demon along the way who made the mistake of getting in his path.
He came to such a sudden stop that he almost flipped right over and off the edge. "No!" he screamed into the vastness of space. "You cannot have it, God. It is mine. Earth is mine. Leave it alone."
As he railed against God, the darkness
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