The demon appeared to me in the morning, after having half awoken from a particularly pleasant dream. He made some kind intonations toward me, fatherly intonations, and I could start to see something was coming. For he does that to switch on the old paranoia, of that I were supposedly the Devil’s Son, the Antichrist, the Beast. But this time, I had been preparing; I had been girding my loins, so to speak, for weeks, upon a warning the angels informed me of. Then a metaphysics gripped me, that the solidity of my soul was geared toward the ultimate substance of that of the Evil One, that I were given the taste of being a saint only before I were to assume my True Identity. But like I said, I was prepared, and I had no trouble in building my defense.
I spoke calmly in my mind, to a point the demon had won previously on me, where he had said that my substance had actually been turned into the fires of damnation, where he had mocked, what did you think you were made of, existential cool? “It turns out that I am made of existential cool. The Lord showed me once, and I have never forgotten it.” And then I posited that my world that I have sorted out is coherent and consistent (the one where indeed, I am saved), and that his was riddled with contradictions. And I held on. I had faith. There was no question of losing. And when the dust cleared, the demon did not have my highest. There was higher. I had won. Really, even before it had started, I had won.
Reflection
10:35pm sunday, 2nd october
Why the need for demons?......This old game is getting old......
Reflection
Stand