Thursday, February 01, 2007
Scheming In The Dark
This is an original allegory by Ben Fortin.
He waits, sitting in the darkness. He wears the blackness of night as a cloak. He himself looks as if he produces the dark cloud. The only light in that place comes from his eyes. Two points of gleaming blood red.
Then appearing all at once, his servants arrive in response to his call. They surround him, but keep their distance in fear of The Dark One. “Yes,” he says with a powerful and terrible voice. “You are all the ones that I have called. I have summoned you for a purpose. We are running out of time. I watch the Earth. I see what the people do. They will eventually destroy themselves.” “He,” the Dark One say’s in disgust. “ Is preparing for the end. I feel it. Our days of freedom are growing short.”
The mob of servants then begin to scream and curse. “He might control the bog events, but we are not powerless. We can take much of his so called childrem with us. Even though our days are numbered, we can still fight him and have some revenge before the end.”
A shadowy servant ventures forward. “But what if He tricks us? What if he changes His mind and cuts the days shorter than He wrote in the bood?”
“Fool!” The Dark One roars. “Don’t you know that He doesnt change He keeps his promises!?” All his servants start to back away from him.
“Here is why I have summoned you. Each of you has shown creativity and diligence in our battle against the light. Because our days of freedom are running low, we must intensify our efforts. I need more captains for this war. All of you are hereby promoted to higher levels of service.” Some of the shadowy creatures bow, others give off hellish shrieks.
“Our master plan remains intact. We must distract the simple ones of the Earth from their most valuable possession. And what is the most important thing they possess?”
“Their Souls!” Croak dozens of the shadows.
“Exactly. Their souls will exist somewhere forever. We know that He wants them to be cleansed by his son. He wants them to live with Him in paradise for eternity. All of you must concentrate your efforst on distracting the humans away from their souls. We need to divert their attention to things that don’t matter, and keep them from thinking what’s after death. That will surely bring them to us.”
“That is the battle plan. Let us discuss strategy. To influence the humans on a large scale we must control television, radio, books, magazines, music and the internet. I believe we already have contol over most of these. We need to hint dark thoughts to the ones that writeand make decisions.”
“And don’t forget pleasure! As long as the humans’ sou;s dwell in bodies we can tempt them to live for physical pleasure. Use the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes. Show them new pleasures daily. In doing thisthey will be satisfied enough to not think about where their soul is going.”
“You are wise, O Lucifer.” Says one of the shadows. “Don’t call me that!” Roars the Dark One. His eyes glowing brighter like when blowing on embers from a fire. “That was my old name. It was my name up there. It means light bearer, and I rejected it. I manifest myself as an angel of light when it is necessary. But now I am Lord of Darkness.” There is a moment of silence before the Dark One begins again.
“Another obstacle exists. Experience shows that some humans who are near the end of manage to escape us. The same goes for men at war. When death is near, they worry about their souls. But the worst are the old ones. They warn the younger ones to do the same. Sometimes they quote his book to the younger generation. We cannot allow this!”
“To stop this, try to seperate families by putting in the youths mind that their elders are old-fashioned. Keep the truth out of their minds by making themt hink He is a myth and the Bible is just a story book. Do this and we’ll have them.” The creatures then begin to laugh. “We Will sugger, but not alone. Work harder then ever as the end draws near. But don;t be too obvious. Remember, we don;t wat them to believe in Him but we don’t want them to believe in us, either. After all, if people don’t realize we exist, our task of deceiving them becomes child’s play. Now Go!
“Yes, O Dark One.” Squeals the mob of creatures. As they turn they extend black shadowy wings and disappear, leaving the Dark One alone.
“Yes,” he say’s to himself.” I will have my vengeance now, while there’s still time. We won;t get them all. But we will ensnare many. Not until too late will they realize that He is very real and that the wages of sin means eternal suffering. Yes, it will be much too late.”