2013/09/05

The Satanic Credo

The people wanted change, so they gave their votes to the one who promised them change.
But of those who voted for him, did anyone ever wonder about the kind of change Obama would bring?
His change is the extension of the Satanic Credo which is fermented with lies masking as Truth.

Do you understand the implications of what I just wrote?
Those who gave their votes to Obama gave power to the Satanic plan for this world, a plan which will baptize the world in a fire leaving a massive trail of intense suffering.
Those people voted for change, and the change is Destruction so that upon its ashes the Satanic Credo might become a reality on Earth as it is in Hell.
The candidate for change was the candidate from Hell ushering the Satanic season, and the guilt of those who voted for him is great.

The masks are dropping, and the former doves of peace reveal themselves to be warlords of the New Order.
They want to change the face of this world in the image of a hidden agenda, and they have no regard for the value of human life whatsoever.
They follow the example of their father, polluting the air with the stench of their putrid lies, puppets on the strings of Shadows filling the sky with clouds that cast a spell of Darkness upon this planet.
Lies fly to and fro and wrap the Truth in a thick obtuse blanket, so that confusion reigns over the blind and makes them march to the rhythm of the Lie beating the drums of war.

Today Putin makes more sense than the US government, yet Putin also is not a saint.
He is faced with a regime of the USA supporting and training terrorists belonging to Al-Nusra (Al-Qaeda) lying in his face about obvious facts.
Do you think he is going to sit back and do nothing while the US seems hell-bent on waging a war with Russia by proxy?

Who could have thought that the USA would assume the role of a warrior for the cause of the Jihad?
Because that is what the USA's foreign policy comes down to.
That's a big change alright!

US labor day came and went, and the world is in immense danger of being plummeted into labor pains as the Muslim Trojan horse in the white house, the brother of the Brotherhood persecuting Christians, spurred on by his pride seeks to baptize the world in his devouring fire.
After all, he's THE man now, the leader of the greatest nation on the world, isn't he?
He has all this manpower at his disposal to do as he likes, and it is a rush to be the most powerful man in the world.
Surely the king of the world does not bow down to his servants if they do not agree with his decisions?
No, he humiliates them and forces them to repeat his lies, giving them over to the torturers as he goes out to play golf.
It's a scary thought that this man now has his finger on the red button.

These are the actors you voted into office, America, sons of Evil.
They avail themselves of the gullibility of Americans to destroy the nation from within and without, by changing the constitution and by availing themselves of the military resources to further their agenda and pave the way for the New Order to come into existence, an order built on the literal ashes of the old one.
The Adversary ALWAYS will take the most efficient and effective road towards his goals, and as such he selects key positions which allow him to set the chain of command in motion, like a finger pushing against the lined-up dominos, and right now he owns the USA and Europe COMPLETELY.
In the role of the policeman of the world the Adversary changed the uniform of the USA into a djellaba.

And Europe?
Europe is deemed disposable, a pawn in the hands of the man with the finger poised above the red button.

Our nations are ruled by small clubs of elitists who esteem themselves to be above the masses, called-out ones serving a higher deal of a New Order.
They surround themselves with like-minded cronies and reward them with important jobs and commissions for their loyalty so that their Evil remains in the driver's seat.
Small clubs making the lives of millions miserable if it serves their purpose, and they will not hesitate to be the ones responsible for instigating the mass slaughter of millions of people.
They lie without remorse, they lie to get your vote, they lie to harvest your approval.

Saturday evening marks the beginning of the seventh Biblical month based on the calendar of the observed new moon.
It is referred to as Yom Teruah, Day of Shouting, the kind of shouting which brought down the walls of Jericho.
The Adversary has his own plagiarism of this day planned in the form of the day filled with the shouts of terror of the war ushering in his New Order.
Yet YHWH's concept of shouting consists of the sound of the words of Truth, a dissonant noise in the world of lies, a noise which is building and which will bring down the stronghold of the Lie.
Whether or not the first day of the seventh Biblical month is the day marking the beginning of the catastrophe which will lead up to a world war, I do not know.
But I do know the war is part of the Adversary's roadmap leading to the fulfillment of his Credo.

The Satan's Credo is very simple.
He knows that the big difference between Him and YHWH is that YHWH is able to bring forth energy out of Himself and assign properties to that energy so that He can use these building blocks of energy to build His Creation.

'Aside from this basic difference I have creative powers which rival YHWH's creativity.
I may not be able to bring forth energy out of myself like YHWH, but apart from that I am able to build an entire new Creation out of the building blocks of the current Creation, a new Creation  where YHWH's laws do not apply.
I can create a completely new order within the existing order, an order which is superior to the old order in all aspects.'

'I seek to be free from YHWH's restrictions so that I can be whatever I want to be.
It is my desire to take a portion of the energy YHWH has created, and use it to build my own Creation where none of YHWH's rules apply, and I want to share this new Creation with all those who follow my ideal of equality and liberation.
No longer will they have to bow before the whims of a mighty god, but they can be gods unto themselves in the reality I am preparing for them'.

I'm sure that if you read this Credo it does not feel as if you are reading the ravings of a depraved mad man, I bet you can even understand him and his desire to be free and be himself.
This Credo makes the Adversary appear like a creative man feeling the urge to express his creativity in a new composition of reality.
But, do not forget to take a closer look at the Truth behind the words.

The Satan takes energy from YHWH any way he sees fit.
If it involves killing millions of people, he justifies the means by the goal he has in mind, even if the road to his goal is inundated with unspeakable suffering.
The distinction of Good vs. Evil is seen by him as the outcome of slavery to YHWH's concept of Good vs. Evil.
In the Satan's world there is no Good or Evil other than the things you deem to be good for you, or bad for you.
As such, any assessment in terms of Good or Evil is irrelevant, and thus the suffering of millions is whatever you deem it to be.

'Do as thou wilt is the whole of the law' is the basic Credo of the Satan, and within this paradigm there is no Good or Evil.
If you feel it is Good to torture a one-year old baby because it inspires you as a creative artist, feel free to do so.
Yet in the mind of any sane man or woman the horror of the Evil of such an atrocity stands out in a crystal clear way, and that should be an indication of how far the Satan is removed from what is Good.

Good is defined by YHWH, just as Evil is defined by Him.
To care for another human being, to have respect for each other, to protect a baby, to sacrifice your life for the sake of another human being, are these not Good and noble virtues?
Are we guilty of behaving as prisoners of YHWH's paradigm when we uphold these virtues and condemn their opposites?
Our national laws are based on the distinction between Good and Evil.

So, if the Satan's ideal of freedom involves the freedom to commit atrocities and hurt others, what does this tell you about the Satan's heart?
Is it not obvious that the heart of the Fallen One is so far out of touch with reality that he has lost himself in the zone of the Deep Intellect where he can no longer see that he has become the embodiment of the Dark side of the Dualism coin?

The problem with the Satan is that he believes he strives for freedom and autonomy, yet his intellectual zeal has made him blind to the fact that he in fact is in bondage of YHWH's paradigm, namely, the paradigm created by Dualism.
The Adversary's zeal has turned him into the embodiment of the negative side of Dualism, which dictates that he must be anti-YHWH, he must embody everything YHWH is not.

So, if YHWH is Goodness, then in the Satan we see the absence of that Goodness, the reaction against YHWH's Goodness.
If YHWH says 'YES', then by virtue of what the Satan has become his answer will be in the form of a thousand different variations of 'NO'.

The Satan overlooks one very important aspect: everything in Creation is governed by YHWH's definitions, and this includes Evil.
NOTHING in Creation can ever truly rebel, because everything is ruled by properties and definitions which YHWH invented and put into His Creation.
That is where the Adversary has turned blind, because he fails to see how he is an extension of a principle, and thereby an extension of YHWH's paradigm.
His criticism of those who distinguish between Good and Evil as being dumbed down by the indoctrination of YHWH's paradigm of Good vs. Evil is really a criticism which fires back at him, because he is the ultimate extension as the embodiment of slavery to Evil.

The Satan believes in an ideal which is a Lie and which is the result of an intellect driven mad by pride.
The Satan has lost himself in his intellect and came out on the other side as the embodiment of an absurdity in Creation, caused by a zealous faith in a paradigm which can never exist.
He accuses us of being slaves of YHWH's paradigm, but ask yourself, are you a slave?
Has the option to turn your back on YHWH been taken away from you?

Each single day I can choose to reject YHWH and become a disciple of Evil, each single day YHWH gives me the freedom to betray Him and slap Him in the face.
Each day I CHOOSE out of my own free will to follow YHWH wherever He leads me, because I trust Him and He never imposes anything on me.
I can choose to ignore His instructions, but I have discovered in my Life that whenever I turned a deaf ear to His instructions, the results where the opposite of what I wanted.
So I learned to trust in His directions, because He has a Good heart and wants nothing but the best for me.

That is not slavery, nor is it a trick to set someone up to accept YHWH.
Gradually through a hit and miss trial I have come to learn who YHWH truly is, and wanting His Goodness is not a submission in slavery to a dictator, quite the opposite.
YHWH courts us where He has the power the subdue us, He respects our decisions and never takes away the autonomy of choice, and that is the attitude of a humble and immense great heart of a loving Father, not a tyrant seeking to impose slavery to His paradigm.

Try to apply this to the Satan, and you will see that you end up with the reverse.
Ever tried to rebel against Evil?
Try, and you will find out you cannot escape its magnetic power, because Evil enslaves and robs you of autonomous choice.
Follow the instructions of the Evil One and you will find yourself on a miserable path where many have walked before you, some of whom were so burdened by the awareness of the horror they had embraced that they blew their brains out.

Have you ever bargained for the favor of the Satan?
One day it is there, but you never know what tomorrow will bring.
It may bring you another day of his favor, but then again, you may encounter a Shadow carrying a gun on your path.
For the Satan it does not matter, because doing you a favor is deemed good in his eyes, just as killing you the next day is deemed good by him, since both served the ideal he had in mind.
He knows no guilt, no remorse, no repentance, because in his own eyes he can never do wrong.
He is a god unto himself and makes up his own laws as he sees fit.

He sees this absence of guilt and repentance as his strength, the evidence of his inner freedom from YHWH.
He has the freedom to help and assist, and to hurt, kill and destroy, and both are deemed good in his eyes as he sees fit.

Is that the freedom you want?
The freedom to become a puppet on the strings of the dualistic coin where you are no longer moved by empathy when you see a fellow man in pain, where it does not matter if you stab a dagger in someone's back or rob a widow's bank account as long as it 'benefits' you?

Observe how the Satan lies about the freedom and equality he advertizes.
Consider how he tried to seduce Yahshua by asking him to bow down and worship him.
If the Satan's ideal of freedom and equality was for every man to become a law unto himself, then why does he seek to be worshipped as a god?
Apparently, beneath the veneer of freedom and autonomy hides a petty tyrant seeking to establish his own rules and impose them on his own servants who need to bow down and worship him.
This is not the equality and freedom the Evil One holds up as his ideal.

But then again, the fact that the Adversary lies should not come as a surprise to anyone.
And still, the other Mighty Ones have put their trust and confidence in the one Yahshua referred to as the Father of the Lie.
I wonder what makes them think that the Satan will not lie to them if lying is his primary nature?
Isn't their trust the ultimate form of stupidity?
Who in his right mind would trust a con-man?
Perhaps another con-man who thinks he is able to outsmart him?

The Lie is truly where the Adversary excels.
When it comes to schemes of intricate deceptions his skills are unmatched.
Perhaps his most profound and biggest deception is when he transformed himself into a Jesus operating in Babel's system of the great exploitation of man.
He turned himself into various images of Jesus to suit the different preferences of man, so that he might trap them in an illusion of salvation which in fact is nothing other than being absorbed into one of Babel's religious identity groups.
By  putting on the required mask their reward is acceptance and a sense of belonging, a comfortable place as a cog in Babel's contraption of wheels.

Babel's religious wheel features many different compartments with a great multitude of ticket-windows where man can buy a ticket into this false salvation.
Each ticket-window has a different photograph of the Evil One posing as Jesus holding out a form which requires you to sign it with your blood and declare that 'you believe'.
Once that initiation rite is over, you become an integral part of the compartment you have signed up for, and you are officially saved by the 'blood of the lamb'.

Of course, this lamb is the wolf hiding in sheep's clothing, the Adversary posing as Jesus telling everyone to come in and put their yoke on him so that they may find the Satan's rest by signing on the dotted line and wearing the mask which everybody else wears in that compartment.
It is conformity to a religious culture.
Suddenly you are blessed with a sense of belonging passing for salvation, and the world is smiling at you.
You adopt the cultural setting by repeating standard phrases, nodding your head in approval when it is required of you, and conforming your behavior to the cultural standard.

This is the great Church-salvation replacing the true Salvation of Yahshua.
It is the most deadly trick the Adversary pulled, because it has absorbed Yahshua and turned Him into a Jesus-puppet on the strings of the dogmatic stronghold passing for salvation.
It looks religious, yet it smells like a fresh grave where a rotting corpse has been dumped into.

In the capacity of the false savior the Adversary has taken different snapshots of himself posing as Yahshua, and turned them into different images of Jesus on the poster near the window-ticket in order to facilitate an easy identification process of potential customers looking for deeper meaning in their lives.

Within this great contraption of wheels serving to keep the big wheel of the great Lie in motion, there is this one wheel inundated with different ticket-windows selling concepts of a Protestant Jesus, a Catholic Jesus, a New Age Jesus, an Islamic Isa, and so forth.
The wheel sells an image of Jesus to the ones willing to pay the price.

Yet Yahshua can't be bought, He bought those who are directed to Him by the Father.
His Salvation is not something you can appropriate, but it is given freely to those yearning and asking for it.
Yahshua is the One standing outside the religious marketplace, the One who is not part of the contraption of wheels.
His Salvation means He cuts loose the chains which bind you to the contraption of the Lie.

By signing up for a ticket into a church in the contraption of wheels people actually bind themselves in to slavery instead of letting themselves be liberated from the yoke of slavery.
Yahshua's Salvation is organic and living, not a dead one-time deal of signing on the dotted line in order to belong and be accepted into the comforting arms of Babel.

The Adversary has painted a caricature of himself as the mad red guy with the horns and the tail who loves to poke his devilish fork into the fire, and it serves to distract people from realizing the Truth of who he really is.
This avatar is like the Satan's left hand, and in his right hand he holds up his solution in the form of the religious dogma in the role of savior, a straightjacket of conformity to a culture posing as salvation.
And those caught up in this wheel are trapped in the dynamics evolving from playing out the left and right hand against each other, where people hide in his right hand as they turn against his left hand.

In the religious wheel Babel juggles human Souls from her left to her right hand and back again as entertainment for the Shadow world, an act which catches the Souls in a perpetual circle of being tossed back and forth between her hands.

The Satan's Credo has a nice superficial ring to it, until you open the hood and begin to check what lies beneath the hood.
It is then that you see how the hood covers a big mess of lies, how the Adversary's freedom is not freedom at all, but slavery to the nature of Evil as governed by the dualistic principle, how the Adversary's self-confidence and his belief in his ability to build a new order is nothing but a fancy illusion which will produce a disruptive chaotic household of the Frankenstein family, and how his imagined new reality of Evil is a realm governed by the principle of Evil in the form of Destruction, animosity, strife, deception, calamity, fear, hatred, division, disintegration, in short, everything which is part and parcel of the character of Evil.
Because that is the definition YHWH bestowed on Evil, and to us the choice is given for either 'YES' or 'NO'.
The Satanic tenet of 'Do as thou wilt' simply comes down to acting out this definition of Evil in what seems to be a plurality of ways, yet all of which having in common that they are children of the seed of Evil and as such will bring forth the fruit of Evil.

The Satanic Credo is the evidence of a dumbed down mind incapable of relating to reality, because it is stuck in a fantasy bubble of Evil which it regards as freedom, failing to see how it is trapped inside and acts out the nature of the bubble.
Satanic freedom is slavery to Evil.

YHWH's freedom is evident in the presence of the option to choose.
Evil does not know choice, but compulsion masking as freedom: if you feel the urge to do X, then by token of the Satanic freedom, indulge in X (conveniently forgetting that your indulgence in X produces a stronger compulsion to indulge in X).
That is not freedom, it is slavery dressed up as freedom, and only the mind which is dumbed down and blinded can possibly accept such a state of existence as freedom.

The great weakness of the Satan lies in his puffed up intellect, a processor fueled by his pride.
I give him credit for being an absolute genius when it comes to human psychology and manipulation of man.
He is capable of maneuvering people in circumstances where they choose for the very thing he set them up for, as if it is out of their own free will that they make the choice.
His intellect in service of Evil truly has turned him into the master of the Lie.

YHWH gave him great talents, and yet the strength of one of these gifts, his intellect, became his greatest weakness as a stubborn obstacle to Truth when he decided to put his talents in service of his bloated ego.
His Credo is the evidence of an intellect gone haywire, and the greatest disappointment for the Fallen Ones will come when YHWH lets the air out of their champion's balloon.

The Satan may claim to believe in his New Order of creation, but this in itself is an absurdity built on quicksand.
He has become the embodiment of 'NO', the reactionary state of being which manifests everything which YHWH is not.
It is not another source of existence, but instead it comes alive by leeching energy from YHWH's creation into its source code, like a balloon may look big when it is puffed up, but in essence it is nothing but a small piece of lifeless elastic material containing a large content of air.
It looks big, it seems as if it is a living source of existence, but in fact it is a lifeless concept in which we and the Angels breathe air so that it has an appearance of existence.

The Satan built his Credo and his concept of a New Order on this balloon of Evil.
This means that if YHWH is order, harmony and unity, there is no inherent unity, harmony or order in anything which is founded on the concept of Evil.
That which binds YHWH's children in unity is not a uniform or a mode of thought resulting from being beaten into submission of acceptance of that mode of thought.
No, it is love which creates unity, just as it is the Satanic absence of love, hatred, which creates division in any empire based on Evil.

Love brings forth trust, and if an empire is based on perfect love, then everyone operates in trust and nobody will betray that trust.
This is a recipe for a truly united, strong empire where diversity does not lead to strife and division, but instead it is a diverse expression born from the unity found in a common love for YHWH.

Evil brings forth distrust, suspicion, because everybody acts in his own interest.
Remember the Satanic Credo, which means that whatever gets the job done is right (even if it is Evil in YHWH's dictionary), and whatever obstructs the job is wrong (even if it is the result of choosing what is Good in YHWH's dictionary).
This means that if you have to betray trust to get ahead, it is deemed right in the eyes of the one seeking advantage.
And if everyone betrays trust for selfish motives, then suspicion rules the world, and disharmony and disintegration exist on the level of the single cell in a society.

It is a world where the smartest and most unscrupulous, ruthless individuals rise to the top as evidence of a sick Darwinist filtering system.
Such an empire which is based on distrust and a Machiavellian philosophy is doomed to turn on itself, and that is why the Satan's New Order is doomed to destroy itself.
It is a balloon filled with the air of the Adversary's puffed up ego, an impossibility, an absurd notion at best, and it boggles my mind how anyone can seriously believe that such a sick world can have any hope of existence.
It will destroy itself and thereby act out the basic programming code of Evil, of which the Adversary has become a living extension.

Many people believe that the Satan is the head of a tight, perfectly operating organization, but nothing could be further from the Truth.
He is at the helm of a disjointed, dysfunctional bunch of degenerates with selfish interests.
The only reason they are united is because they have a common enemy, YHWH, and a common goal, which is to eradicate YHWH's order and replace it with an order of their own.
Yet this unity has many cracks in its foundation, the result being a less than perfect organization of Evil in this world.

Their common cause and enemy lines them up in what seems like a unified conglomerate, yet imagine what would happen YHWH would lock them into a realm of their own which is sealed off from His presence.
In the absence of YHWH and His people all they would be left with is their own ilk, everyone vying for the best position and operating by the principle that whatever gets the job done in the most efficient way is right, a realm where Spirits operate unhindered by any distinction between Good and Evil.
There are NO brothers in Evil, only competitors, adversaries, little Satans with conflicting wills and interests.

The Satanic Credo is nothing but air, a pretty cover hiding an ugly reality, and its creator is but a balloon stretched beyond its capacity.
It carries a whole lot of nothing inside, and the time is at hand for the bubble to burst.

That is when the great disappointment among the Fallen Ones will set it, and they will wonder how on Earth they could have been so stupid as to follow after a big balloon which turns out to be nothing but a shriveled remnant of an illusion.

2013/08/31

The Lie Rules...

...but, sometimes the Lie is so obvious that it ends up destroying itself.

Is it Obama's unbridled blind arrogance which makes him believe he can get away with an excuse for invading Syria which makes no sense whatsoever?
I mean, who in his right mind would believe that Assad would be SO incredibly stupid that he attacks his own people with chemical weapons at the most opportune time for Obama?
Who would believe the 'evidence' for Assad's crime when there are SO many facts and observations contradicting these supposed facts?

Under Obama the US has grown into a terrorist attacking nations at will, simply because it fits in the agenda of the politicians who in turn are owned by substantial financial parties who in turn are owned by, well, you know who.
I am simply amazed that the political puppets believe they still can get away with the same game they have played for decades believing that since they were successful in the past the results for the future are guaranteed.
They really must believe that the people are so stupid that they are able to get away with anything.

The Lie is becoming so obvious that in order to persist in naivety you have to bury your head in the sand and make yourself unconscious to the many facts which contradict the lies the politicians are telling us.
Compared to Obama Assad looks like a genius.
All that Obama has going for him is his eloquence, yet in the face of many testimonies and facts contradicting Obama's eloquent yet ridiculous statements even the strength of his eloquence will not suffice.

But Obama is black.
And because he is black he should be supported, especially by other blacks.
After all, it's the color of the skin which makes you brothers, ain't that right?
...

Who could have thought that in 2013 you would find common sense and prudency coming from Russia, and a package of idiocy and lies from the USA?
I am amazed.
It takes only one decision to plunge the entire world into the mass sacrifice the Shadows have planned, and you can be sure that the world will never be the same afterwards.

Come to think of it, maybe that is a good thing...

2013/08/30

The Box of NO

It did not always used to be a gloomy, dark place with secret trapdoors and a multitude of different partitions in the zone where the great big wheel turned day and night.
It used to be a bright place where no Shadows dwelled, a place filled with harmony and joy.
Shadows did not even exist, and the idea of living as puppets on a string was but an absurd product of the imagination, because everyone was free, and the concept of exploitation had not even entered the dictionary.

But then the Great Change came.
One of the Messengers had come to a decision, the most important decision he could ever make, because it would change not only who he was, but it would alter the very fabric of Creation.
He had decided to go into the great beyond to a zone called the 'Great Intellect', a realm which was divided into the 'High Intellect', and the 'Deep Intellect'.
No one had ever set a foot in the 'Deep Intellect', because the Creator had warned that even though it was easy to get in, finding the way back out was nigh to impossible, since the space in the 'Deep Intellect' was warped in impossible ways.

Yet in spite of the warning, one Messenger began to wonder.
He was gifted with great intelligence, and he began to consider ways for him to enter the 'Deep Intellect', and return again.
He was curious to see with his own eyes the thing the Creator had warned for, something which resided in the hidden chamber within the 'Deep Intellect'.
This thing was a Box containing a mysterious secret.
It was hidden in a chamber in the 'Deep Intellect', and the Creator had forbidden everyone to open this Box, because whoever would open the Box would be turned into a 'NO'.

In spite of the warning one of the Sons of the Light constantly pondered on what this really meant.
It made him so curious he found himself unable to stop thinking about the Mystery Box, until one day he decided to dedicate himself to finding a way to enter the 'Deep Intellect' which would allow him to get back out.
He simply wanted to see that Box with his own eyes.

All he needed to do was to find a way to venture into the 'Deep Intellect' without getting lost in the maze.
He knew the warning had been given for a very good reason, but since he was endowed with great powers of the mind he decided he would put them to work on a solution.

'Don't think in terms of problems, but think in terms of solutions to challenges', he had told himself time and again.
So where the Creator had pointed out the danger and impossibilities of the 'Deep Intellect', his mind translated this into opportunities for finding solutions which did not exist before.
He had to devise a special homing beacon which would not be affected by the odd bents in space.

Then, one day, he had finished his solution.
He had succeed in designing energetic markers which connected directly to his mind.
If such a marker was activated, it allowed him to record a mental image into the marker.
Whenever he would move away from the marker and focus on the image, a link of his mind to this marker drew him back to where he came from, like an artificial instinct.
By placing these markers wherever he went he would create a trail of beacons along which he would be able to find his way out.

And so he embarked upon his journey into the 'Deep Intellect', hardly able to contain himself in the anticipation of what he might find in the chamber.
After what seemed like the longest stretch of time he finally arrived at the heart of the 'Deep Intellect'.
It had taken him considerable effort to find it, and often he found himself going round in circles, encountering familiar markers which he thought were behind him.
Yet there they were in front of him in this strange impossible maze.
After a while he learned that in order to venture forward, he needed to apply the trick of thinking in reverse.

It was a very strange place indeed.
Objects seemed to curve in impossible ways, and going up meant going down, going forward brought you back where you were.
It took him a while to adapt to the odd bents in space and the odd ways the path toward the heart of the 'Deep Intellect' seemed to unfold through a maze of reversals, but finally he stood there in front of the chamber in the heart of the 'Deep Intellect'.

The Light in his being was pulsating as if it was about to explode from sheer excitement as he opened the door and found himself looking at the Box standing on a golden table.
It was  neither small or large.
The table on which it rested had rich and lascivious ornaments on its golden legs and along the side, and observing a smooth unblemished velvety black Mystery Box resting upon this magnificent table was a sight he would never forget.
Slowly he ventured towards the table to take a closer look at the closed Box which seemed to beckon him forward.
Upon the Box he noticed golden letters engraved in the lid, 'DO NOT OPEN'.

It almost made him laugh out loud.
Of all the cryptic references one might expect referring to the great secret contained within, it was just a plain warning engraved in impressive gold letters.

'Forbidden to open? Is that all? Why?', the Messenger wondered.
He remembered that the Creator had given a clear warning that it is dangerous to venture into the 'Deep Intellect', because He had created it as a reverse reality.
He remembered the warning NEVER to open the Box in the chamber, because whoever would open the Box would grow into a 'NO', and cut himself off from YHWH.

Often he had wondered about what the Creator exactly meant with the 'NO'.
If it was an acronym, what could it mean?

He knew that if the Creator had forbidden something, there always was a good reason for it, and even though his being was filled with disappointment over all the effort which went into this expedition only to look at a Box with a plain, dumb warning on the lid, he did not give in to the temptation beckoning him to take a quick peek inside the Box, and turned back on his way out.
As he slowly walked out the chamber, he suddenly stopped.

'Wasn't this the zone were everything seemed to be the reverse of what he was familiar with?'
Space seemed to unfold in impossible ways, geometrical connections existed which ought not be possible.
This was why he found himself staring at his familiar trail of crumbs so often, that is why he seemed to move out whenever he sought to move in, because the structure of space curled in impossible ways.
Slowly he learned to adapt to this strange new reality, so that it became second nature to him, and he was able to travel along paths which previously remained hidden from him.
All it took was a change in the way he thought, and by changing his thinking, adapting it to the reverse reality of the 'Deep Intellect', he was able to venture into the heart of this zone.

He wondered if, since everything was the reverse of the reality he had been familiar with, the warning on the lid did not mean the exact opposite of what it said?
'Maybe it was a trick designed to keep the ignorant out, so that only the ones with the proper insight would be able to understand the true meaning of the message on the lid of the Box?
Maybe to understand the real message you would have to understand that to grasp its true meaning you have to think in reverse, just as this strange maze seemed to be a reverse image of the reality he had always known?
In this maze to go forward meant to venture backward, to move to the left meant you have to move to the right.
So that means the message on the lid really reads 'DO OPEN'.
Why else would a plain warning be engraved on the lid, unless it was the clue to understand the true message?'

Excited over his musings he turned, and paced back to the Box.
One last time he glanced at the lid, hesitating to open it.

'What if I am wrong, what if I unleash something which should have stayed inside the Box?'
YHWH had given everyone a warning that they would cut themselves off from Him if they would open the Box, because they would become a 'NO', whatever that meant.
He knew that YHWH always showed everyone a mirror of who they truly were, and if He emphatically said that whoever would open the Box would...'

Suddenly he stopped and pondered on his last thought.

'YHWH holds up a mirror to everyone and everything, and He reflects the Truth of what you are.
If He then reflects the Truth of a reverse reality, then His warning could only be understood correctly by relating to it from the perspective of a reverse reality.
So if YHWH warned us NOT to open the Box, He reflected a reverse reality, and He really encouraged us to open the Box'. 

'Didn't the Creator say that by opening the Box you might grow into a 'NO'?
Isn't it by learning to think in terms of the 'NO'-reality I was able to find the chamber?
And doesn't a 'NO' think in reverse, so that 'YES' becomes 'NO' and 'NO' becomes 'YES'?
If so, then I would be a fool to simply walk away after going through all this trouble to witness the Box of 'NO'.
Thanks to the presence of the maze of the Deep Intellect I have learned to think in terms of the 'NO', and it opened a new perspective.'

'Maybe opening the Box will bestow the fullness of the hidden power of this perspective on me as a reward for all the effort I put into this mission, may this hidden power will make me more like YHWH, and I will be able to bring forth a whole new world of 'NO'.
Maybe YHWH designed it this way so that only the one with the right skills of intellect and the right talents would be able to decipher the true meaning of what He said, to make sure that the new God would have the skills and insight to fashion a new reality and a new Creation.
I could become like YHWH, a Creator of my own Creation, using YHWH's energy to build something entirely new'.

Torn as he was between his feelings to walk away and leave the Box for what it was, and the overwhelming curiosity to find out its secret, he stood there motionless for what seemed like a small eternity.
Then he chose.

'I don't care', he said resolutely, 'I want to know'.
'If the Box was dangerous and should never be opened, why would YHWH have created it?
Just so that it could exist in a chamber in a region which is impenetrable to the mind which is not able to venture through the maze?
It would make no sense whatsoever to create a Box for no purpose at all, UNLESS He wanted the Box to reveal its secrets to the one with the proper mental and intellectual disposition.'

Convinced by his argument he waved away his remaining doubt.
He wanted to become like his Creator and have the same kind of power.
Was that not the reason why he was formed?
The Son of the Light stepped forward and grasped the lid of the Box, slowly opening it that its deepest secret might be unveiled.

In the Box he saw a piece of cloth resting on black velvet.
'What is this?' he wondered with slight disappointment over what he had found.
The Box had turned into a double disappointment, first a simple almost comical warning engraved in gold letters, and now a piece of cloth in a Box.
He had expected rays of light to burst out of the Box, entering his mind to illuminate it in unprecedented new ways, something spectacular and breath-taking, but nothing happened.

'Quite an anti-climax', he mused as his eyes settled on that piece of cloth which seemed to have captivated his attention.

When he took it in his hand the cloth fell open and revealed itself to be a costume.
It did not look very exotic, nor did it seem to have any special properties.
In his hands it felt like a smooth silk suit, and the Messenger wondered if perhaps he had not overlooked anything at the bottom of the Box.

'No, nothing there' he whispered to himself as his hand searched the bottom of the Box to see if perhaps there weren't any hidden dimensions within the Box.
The costume he now held in his hands was pitch black, yet in spite of its darkness it looked as if it had a shiny glow which made it appear very slick and smooth.

It actually was quite beautiful now that he held it up and he could see the costume in its entirety.
For an inexplicable reason he could not release his eyes from the mesmerizing glow of the costume, and he wondered what would happen if he tried it on. 

'Why not', he said as he wrapped himself in the costume, making sure not to have any expectations in order to avoid a third disappointment.
Yet after he had put on the costume, suddenly the whole chamber seemed to light up.
As a matter of fact, the entire region of the 'Deep Intellect' which previously felt like an alien environment now seemed to him as if he had been living there for ages, as if it was his home.
And the costume he wore felt like a new skin, strong, smooth, and silky, giving him new and unfamiliar energy.

He felt a rush of excitement as he contemplated his discovery.
Everything seemed new and yet familiar, as if he just had been created into a reality which he always had been a part of.
Now he was able to see the world in a very different way than before, understanding the hidden constructs of the 'Deep Intellect' instantly, as if someone had turned on the light in his mind.

He no longer needed the markers he had left in his trail, because he knew exactly every nook and cranny in this maze.
The Mighty One began to see contrasts and ways to create contrast.
Wearing that costume had opened his eyes to the power of a completely new reality, the world of 'NO'.

'Was that the reason why the Creator forbade everyone to open the Box, a secret fear that His creatures might have the same understanding as their Creator, and possibly turn into rivals of the One who created them?'
Now he understood that the Box was meant to be opened by the Chosen One, the One in possession of the required intellectual skills and mental strength.

'It was created especially for me so that I might replace the order YHWH had created, and build a new and better order of the world of 'NO'.
Perhaps that is what the acronym stands for, 'New Order'?'

He liked the name for the world he wanted to create, a world where HE would sit on the throne, not YHWH, a world made in HIS image.

As he travelled back, he no longer was the same Messenger which had entered the Deep Intellect Zone.
His journey had changed the way he thought, and now that he had looked inside the Box, his eyes were opened.
He understood the world of 'NO', he understood how the Box brings forth costumes uniquely tailored for the one opening the Box, and how this costume once it is worn opens the eyes to a new world of contrasts which previously remained hidden.

He had the consciousness of a Creator, and the skills to match it.
His mission henceforth would be to unite the others in the common cause to create a better world of 'NO'.
As his mind was illuminated by the Box of 'NO', he saw it as his mission to let the others share in the heritage of the world of 'NO'.
He would be their Mighty Champion, leading them into a new existence, a new creation of the world of 'NO'.

No longer did he consider his Creator's paradigm to be of any value, for it belonged to the 'old world', the world He created.
His world was the world of Good, an outdated limited concept as the intergalactic reflection of the Creator's character.
Now that the Mighty One had learned the secret of 'NO', he had the knowledge of the reality of Good AND Evil, and the latter reality offered him the key to establish the 'Order of NO', a completely New Order of reality where YHWH's definition of Good no longer matters.

The Mighty One was free now, free from Good to embrace 'NO', and his heart rejoiced in 'NO', spreading its gospel wherever he went.
He persuaded many other Mighty Ones to open the lid of the Box he offered them, and the moment they lifted the lid of the Box a shiny black costume was waiting for them, a costume which miraculously seemed to fit like a glove and which opened their eyes to a new reality.

These Mighty Ones grew steadily in number, until their new leader had succeeded in enticing almost one third of all the Mighty Ones to join him in his cause of 'NO'.
The other ones refused to open the lid of the forbidden Box.
The legion of rebels laughed at what they perceived as their ignorance and weakness.
Who in his right mind would choose to exist as a mere messenger when they could grow into Gods of a new Creation?

Even though the Son of the Light who originally had opened the Box had great powers of reasoning and possessed the talent to speak like no other, the Mighty Ones who refused to embrace the ideal of 'NO' noticed how the 'NO'-legion began to change, and how their gifts now stood in service of their warped reality of 'NO'.
Where before they left their mark in the form of beauty and harmony, they now left a trail of division, strife and destruction in their wake.
Wherever they went, the harmony of the existing order was disrupted and transformed into an ugly picture of devastation and destruction.

Their thoughts had changed and reflected a reversed thinking.
When they inspired each other to rebel, they really meant to inspire conformity to the Box, when they wanted to achieve intellectual greatness they spoke of 'learning to think outside the Box', when they really meant 'learning to think inside the Box'.
The Box which was promised to become their freedom had become their prison, yet because they now were trapped in a mode of reversed thinking, they considered this imprisoned state as their new freedom.

Their appearance had changed as well.
They had grow into Shadows, a faint image of their former greatness which slides in Darkness and evades the Light.
And that is when the Son of the Light became known as the Son of Darkness, the Adversary, the Son of Perdition, the Satan.

The great Mighty Ones turned out to be the weakened Ones who had Fallen from their former greatness and splendor into Shadow Servants of 'NO', and a nagging awareness had come over them as they noticed their transmogrification process which turned them into inferior copies of what they used to be.
Is this what the YHWH warned for when He said that whoever would open the Box would grow into a 'NO'?
Is this what a 'NO' looks like, a faint echo of the splendor which the Creator bestowed on them?

But, they had their hopes set upon their leader and great champion, the first one to venture into the 'Deep Intellect' to open the Box to freedom.
He would create a New Order which would be better than the current existing order, a New Order where the Fallen Ones could live as gods unto themselves, creating their own laws and living as autonomous individuals not bound by any dictate from a Creator.
'Freedom from the Order', their cry was heard throughout the Galaxy.

Then YHWH designed a new creature and placed it on the stage in the play of Life.
With great curiosity the Fallen Ones observed this new creature, and how much YHWH cared for this new creature.
He had given this new creature something unique and of great value to the Mighty Ones: a human Soul, a package of talents with its own power generator which transformed his environment on the stage in the image of the will of the One who designed the Spirit of this creature.

'It is almost as if this creature is a walking living projector of reality, the reality which YHWH feeds to his Soul.
Imagine what we would be able to achieve if we succeed in taking control of this Soul, and use the power of the Soul to project our own order unto the stage?
We could transform the stage into an image of our New Order.
All we need to do is to trick this creature into giving us full control over his resources, and we will become his gods, and he will come to serve our cause'.

In his mind the Mighty One contemplated the advantages of using the gifts of this creature in service of his ideal to establish the world of 'NO'.
All he had to do was to persuade the creature to open the Box of 'NO', and he would be like them and serve their interest.
Convinced of their abilities to let this creature contribute in their New Order, the champion of the New Order entered the play of Life, intending to seduce the creature into opening the Box.

'I can't open this Box, just read the warning on the lid where it says 'DO NOT OPEN'.
If our Creator has forbidden it, we should not go against His instructions', the creature said when the Serpentine seducer attempted to persuade man to rebel against YHWH.

With great cunning the Mighty Deceiver intimated to man the secret of the Box, that it contained a costume which would give him superhuman powers, so much that he would become the equal of his Creator.
He explained how the Box was intended for only those who were ready to be illuminated, and how the world of 'NO' could be revealed to only those who open their minds to the concept of 'NO' and learn to think like a 'NO'.

'If our Creator made this Box which contains the secret of the world of 'NO', then surely He KNOWS the concept of the world of 'NO'.
Suppose He wants to reveal it ONLY to the ones who have the proper mental maturity to learn of the world of 'NO', because once they learn the secret of the world of 'NO' they will be like Him and have the same creative powers?
This mental maturity would mean that you have to decipher the message on the lid in terms of the world of 'NO', which allows you to see the reverse of all that exists.
Tell me, what is the reverse of 'DO NOT OPEN'?
Is it not, 'DO OPEN'?
Is this not the true message which your Creator gave you?'

Persuaded by the clever deception man opened the Box, and put on the costume waiting for him in the Box.
No sooner had he put on the costume, or man began to see a change in the image of the stage where he lived.
Suddenly he noticed contrasts on the stage he had never seen before.
But there was a dissonance in the observation of contrasts through this costume which caused him much pain and anguish.
It felt as if he had been poisoned and his Soul convulsed within him.

Upset as he was over the pain the costume brought him, he tried to take it off, only to discover that the costume seemed to be glued to his skin, as if it had merged with it to form a new hybrid skin.
After a while he realized that he had become a prisoner of a costume which increasingly brought him pain and discomfort.
His own Body seemed to have become his enemy and a vexation to his Soul.

The Fallen Ones were appalled when they observed man struggling with his costume instead of accepting it.
How is it that they felt at home in their new costume, but man seemed to experience it as an obstruction, struggling with it in order to break away from it?
Why would he desire to go back to ignorance when he had been given to partake of the wealth of the world of 'NO'?
What did the Creator do to man that He had such a stronghold on him that he is unable to free himself of the Creator's restraint?

For that reason the Fallen Ones began to despise man.
He was weak, frail, and unable to come to terms with the New Order.
Now that man had become an internally divided creature, the Mighty One decided to use the stage of Life as a mining colony where he might be able to harvest Souls from this meat package.

And so it came to be that one night the Mighty Ones entered the stage of Life again, and attached strings to the costume of 'NOT'.
To ascertain a smooth implementation of the plans to turn the stage into a mining colony, the champion of the Fallen Ones used the strings as an integral part of his plan to control man.
After all, in his internally divided state of mind man was not reliable, and therefore in need of supervision and control.

He assigned tasks to the Shadows to manipulate and maneuver man wherever the Mighty One wanted them to be.
As the Mighty One set about building his palace in the Loft, he designed the blueprint for the mining colony he intended to build on the stage, a colony featuring an intricate structure of wheels within wheels where man would be relegated to a position where his energy could be harvested for the glory of the world of 'NO'.
At least, that way man in his inferior weakened state could be put to good use in the cause of 'NO'.

The Mighty One contemplated building his own version of man, one which would have an integral place in the world of 'NO'
If YHWH built man as an inferior creature not having the intellectual resources to grasp the concept of the world of 'NO', then the Mighty One would show Him the power of the world of 'NO' by creating an improved version of man, one who was able to transcend the old paradigm of YHWH's Good vs. Evil to embrace the all inclusive liberated concept of 'NO'.
It would be a trans-dimensional version of man, a version which would be devoid of the blindness which had settled over the eyes of man so that he no longer was able to see beyond the partitions, a new man which would be able to travel beyond the partitions into the palace in the great Loft, the crowning achievement of the New Order.

In their plans they had set a time for the harvest season where they would replace YHWH's design of man by their own version of the new and improved 'NO-Man'.
As reapers they would reap the world, and fill their cups with man's blood to make way for the new Man of 'NO'.

And that is when the bright, happy, care-free world of the stage gradually began to change.
Darkness grew steadily to unbearable proportions, and the splendor and beauty of the scenery was replaced by the great contraption of wheels, a supernatural industrial area where man was put to labor as a slave for the benefit of the Shadow World.

The great exploitation of man began when the first one decided to open the Box of 'NO'.

Out of the Box of 'NO' the World of 'NO' sprang into existence, a world which was the opposite of the order as created by YHWH.
The New Order of the World of 'NO' knew no tolerance for YHWH's order, just as YHWH's order could not tolerate the order of 'NO'.
One was, the other was not, and dreams simply cease to exist in the greater overriding reality of being awake.
They only could have an appearance of co-existence in Creation as two different and completely separated projectors both projecting their image unto the combined screen of reality.
These projectors created two races of people: one is awake, the other is in a coma, yet both are connected in this Earth dream where they interact as elements of Light and Darkness.

The World of 'NO' became the great harlot, the seducer of Creation born from the mind of the former Son of the Light.
The price man had to pay for his fornication with the great harlot was that he became a living sacrifice, gradually being devoured by Dark Shadows draining his Soul and usurping his existence.
The Box was the Black Hole of Creation, and those who merged with it travelled on a one-way road into oblivion, becoming Black Holes themselves, Shadows.

It used to be such a beautiful place, but now, look at what the stage has become...
All because Man had learned to think inside the Box, just like the first Mighty One who used to be a Son of the Light, yet whose Spirit was devoured by the Box of 'NO' so that he became the god of 'NO'.
We live in the land exploited by the NO-gods imbibing our Life-force as if it is their tequila.
But their time of preparation is up, and they have to play out the drama they have in mind for man in order to harvest precious Souls.

It used to be such a beautiful place, but now, look beyond and see the ashes of tomorrow...