Interview with SATAN - On Peace /Part II
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"You humans have so much to offer."
Robert J. BAUMANN
Written for the Light Millennium
leaned over and asked "Do you mind if I smoke?".
I told him that it was of no concern to me. He was stalling
for time or trying to think of a way to reach me.
"Your wife smokes, doesn't
"Forgive me, but whether
she does or does not is not important for our conversation.
I am trying to ask you about 'peace'. Let's try to stay
Satan leaned back and took
out a package of cigarettes. He lit one in a conventional
manner using a matchstick. He dragged in a good amount
in his first puff and seemed to be thinking of the matter.
"Peace. Well, you know
that is not my goal. I won't trick you about that. I
exist so mankind will be in turmoil. I am accused of
being arrogant and filled with pride, but that simply
is not so. You know I am an angel and also have been
described as an 'angel of light'. Ezekiel knew me. He
correctly said I was a model of perfection, full of
wisdom and perfect in beauty. Does it make sense that
I would be envious of you? I think not."
"Oh, I can imagine how
you would be... if God favored man and not
a so called perfect being."
"A mistake. You think
God does not make any? He's made a few. I can tell you
that. This whole thing about free will is a mistake.
Putting men on this planet is a mistake and at one point
I had nearly convinced Him of that. He was almost ready
to start over. Remember the account of the flood? If
Noah had not been so troublesome, then all this would
be history. You would not be here."
"Job proved you were
wrong about us. So did Noah. I know you do not want
to even get into the whole subject of Jesus. We'd be
here for a long time on that. I think we'd best stick
to our topic."
"Peace is not something
you humans want. You have the freedom to make choices
and in that freedom, you choose wrongly. It happens
every day and it is not much work to make it happen.
Look at the recent behavior of the UN in Iraq. You think
they did not know what was going on there? You think
the French did not know about the gassing of the Kurds?
Ha ha ha. They all knew, but Saddam had them in his
pocket. It was easier to not challenge him and get his
oil through the back door. How ironic that they accuse
the US of attacking him for oil when they pocketed money
from oil themselves. I love the hypocrisy."
"Yes. Many who were against
war like my friend Bircan felt it solved nothing."
"Weakness. I love to
exploit weakness, innocence and naivete. It made Eve
an attractive target and your friend Bircan, as well.
She's a fool."
"Let's avoid the personal
attacks, shall we."
"No, you misunderstand.
The world needs fools. I thrive on them. I use them.
I grow strong on foolishness, innocence, stupidity and
greed. You humans have so much to offer. Do you remember
old Neville Chamberlain, paper waving in the wind, as
he stood at the airport to announce he had secured "Peace
in our time"? Ah, that was a delightful moment.
Too bad it could not last. Hitler was my treasure and
Saddam was even more inspired. I am left now with having
to start all over again."
"So an educated, sensitive
person with strong convictions about peace is a fool?"
"Think about it. If you
do not challenge evil, doesn't evil win? Do I not gain
ground every time good men back away? I delight in turning
the argument into one about what "good" is
and what "evil" is. Men who debate the meaning
of words delay a response. It is as if intuitive thinking
and understanding were to be abhorred. A lobster debating
the heat delays its exit from the pot. Ha ha ha."
"Light dispels darkness..."
"Yes, I know that old
bullshit. What if, in the name of energy
conservation, we all cut back on our use of light.
"So all of Bircan's thoughts
and ideas allow evil to continue and thrive?"
"Prove to me otherwise,"
said Satan. "Prove to me how her desires advance
the fortunes of peace one iota. Does she think she can
avoid a confrontation with me?".
"She may be one of the
lucky few to see the end times. It grows closer and
closer. All your tiny nations, the proud and arrogant
heirs of Hitler and his ilk, all are in a competition
to see who will be next to test a bomb. The more minds
like this, the greater the chance of the use of a bomb
in your time. Will it be India and Pakistan first? North
Korea? I shall choose the time and place. How do you
see little Bircan stopping me with her nonsense?".
"I don't. I know Bircan
is dead wrong. You cannot co-exist with evil men. Doing
so supports their evil deeds. However, my friend is
not totally wrong. What we've lost sight of is that
this is not a battle between men, but one of spirits.
It is you trying to prove to God you were right all
along. Wipe us out and you inherit the earth, or so
you thought. Turns out that the end has been written
and you've lost. All you have left is the bitterness
of defeat. You want to take as much with you as you
can. You want to leave God with a scorched earth, a
last defiant symbol of His rejection of you. You are
like a child who thinks 'If I cannot have my way, no
one else will'. I know you, Satan. I know you well.
You choose lies quite well and try to confuse issues.
"Really? Ha, well, see
if I am wrong this time. Wait until I send the next
monster to you. Your friend Bircan and her kind will
want that beast to be understood. He will tear men limb
from limb while she preaches that he needs to be pacified.
Tell me she is not a fool."
"She is not a fool. Men
are limited in what we can do. Kill one monster and
another takes his place. Bircan knows this, I think.
In our modern times we've gone from evil to evil. It
may just be time to let God deal with you. When He does,
there will be no court of appeal for the likes of you."
"You dare to judge me?
Me? Satan? Look at all I have done over the centuries.
Do you think any could be as adept in playing chess
with God like this?"
"You've lost the game,
or did you forget? Heaven will be filled with the likes
of fools like Bircan. Doesn't that rankle you? Fool
that she is, she would not spill anyone's blood. Mistaken
as she might be, she stands for that which you hate.
Why would I not judge you as harshly as you have judged
"This interview is over.
You bore me. You and your kind. Just know I will always
be around you, my little friend. You are not immune
to my ways... and neither is she."
"I am not a perfect person,
I admit. You do reach all my weaknesses. Heaven will
not be filled with the perfect... only those who seek
after God and find Him. Yes, I know you are always nearby.
So is God."
Satan roared with that and
slumped back into the body of my friend. He awoke and
had thought he simply had had too much beer. What he
could not explain were the cigarettes in his pocket...
and the taste of tobacco in his mouth. The Horndog did
not smoke. He'd never have believed the real truth,
so I lied to him.
"Forget about that, Horndog.
The Horndog looked at the
scoreboard and growled. "That's not funny."
We headed for the exit. All three of us.
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