Why the Devil Does the Devil Hinder Man?

By Timothy Spearman

The Devil is in the details is an oft used phrase, however hackneyed. There is a reason for it. Hidden in the fine print of business or job contracts lurks the Devil. Lost in the details of the New York Times is the story that should have been front page news but gets lost in the shuffle of pages. But people forget those details and go with the Devil they know. That is their comfort zone, the fairy tale reality that poses for the truth they’d sooner believe because it’s just easier that way. Don’t dare point out the objective reality or they’ll shoot the messenger. As for the Devil, he gets lost in the details and everyone forgets about him. Meanwhile, he’s the one calling the shots, determining which stories get printed and which don’t, and which have to be printed but get lost in the details somewhere on page 666 of the New York Times.

Why all the secrecy and duplicity? Why is it so important that we not find out what the Devil is up to? Is it simply to bedevil us or is there a deeper reason? The fact is that the Devil quite simply wishes we didn’t know. Hence, he and his minions orchestrate deception after deception down through history to throw us off the trail. There are after all a host of deceptions some ancient and some modern that show the Devil is in the details.

There’s the Shakespeare authorship deception, one of the biggest in history. There’s the Titanic disaster fraud, where they swapped ships and sank the sister ship for insurance fraud purposes. There’s the effort to create the Federal Reserve Bank, which is not Federal and has no reserve. There’s the assassination of JFK, which was blamed on one lone patsy when it was clearly an orchestration and a blatant coups d’état. There’s the 9/11 fraud, where they took out the Twin Towers and blamed a Muslim terrorist organization, when it was the Vatican’s own Company, the American branch of the Company of Jesus known as the CIA, whose other name is the Knights of the Holy See. See! Now do you See! Let them who have eyes to see with see the truth. Let them who are as blind as bats continue to live in their comfort zone where they are so short-sighted they can’t see beyond the end of their noses since they would be no help to us anyway. As for the Sandy Hook school disaster, it was staged to take away American’s Second Amendment gun ownership rights in order to impose the mandated gun prohibition laws of the United Nations through gun confiscation legislation. False flag terror operations are happening all over the world, but we are so caught up in the news that the Devil gets lost in the details.

And why the Biblical flood, where humanity had to start over again? Why the Bubonic Plague? Why the Great Fire of London? Why the Puritan Revolution? Why the Napoleonic wars? Why the Bolshevik Revolution and the Communist era in Russia? Why the murder of the Tsar and his ministers? Why World War I and II? Why the Holocaust? Why the Korean War and the Vietnam War? Why the Gulf War I and II? Why the civil war in the Balkans? Why do we take two steps backward for every one step forward? If you look into the background, you will find the Devil hiding in the details.

Why does the Devil want to defeat us? Why does resident evil always seek our demise? Why the war on humanity, the war against the human race? Because the Antis of the Anti-Universe do not want to permit us to enter Paradise, that’s why. We cannot be spared the suffering and destruction because the Devil has plans for us called the Great Work of Ages, the long-term plan to build the Empire of the Beast.

According to Muslim tradition, even the angels were compelled by Allah to bow before Allah’s creation, Adam. It was Iblis (Satan) who refused. He was envious of the exalted position held by this upstart creation, who in his mind had not earned his position in the hierarchy. Iblis refused to bow before Adam as he was commanded to do and so he was banished, taking with him one-third of the heavenly hierarchy in the rebellion that ensued.

From that point forward Iblis (Satan) has been working assiduously to create the defeat of humanity and all of its enterprises. Hence, for every step forward, it seems we take two steps back, every incremental inch of progress on the playing field gets clawed back behind the line of scrimmage and we are forced to start over again. To put it bluntly Satan/Iblis and other agents of metaphysical evil have quite simply been Anti-Life and have sought the complete destruction of the human race. It is tantamount to a jealous sibling of God’s Creation not taking well to a newborn – Adam and seeking his demise and the destruction of his kind.

Hence until recently many of us have been relegated to an existence in the Living Hell, Purgatory, or Kingdom with only a small minority living in Paradise. But the Divine Mother and Father have changed all that. The Living Hell has now been relegated to the dustbin of history as has Purgatory. The only people still subject to Purgatory are those whose personal journey has still not brought them out of the woods. But Purgatory as an existential category of living and being no longer exists thanks to the Divine Mother’s Great Work of Renewing Heaven and Earth.

The Anti-Life Universe Impacting Artists

By Timothy Spearman

People talk glibly about the tragic lives of artists when they have not the slightest understanding why it is so. Just look at the tragic losses: Vincent van Gogh’s madness and self-mutilation, Beethoven’s stone-cold deafness, Bach’s, Milton’s and Homer’s blindness, Keats’ consumption, Coleridge’s neuralgia, Paul McCartney’s purported premature death. Why all these afflictions attenuating the vision and restricting the capacities, vitality and longevity of the artist. Why? Were they not all aspiring to improve the conditions of Life? Were they not all producing works that were uplifting, inspiring, and exalting?

But there the Anti sits, scoffing at our capacities, sneering at our successes, permitting us time and tide enough to build our kingly attributes and capacities, infusing us with faith in our own invincibility, impregnability and invincibility, biding its time until the moment is ripe and then comes armed with a needle and syringe to administer the Anti-dote, and Anti-biotic, that will be the Anti-gen and will seed the plague against Life. In the music and the art, and even the written word is the seed of Death. Death and Anti-Life work in the shadows and cloistered halls and back rooms of the infirmary concocting the disease germs and pandemic viral mixes they intend to seed in the progenitors of the race who will spread them with the alacrity of a brushfire to those who hear their music, view their art and read and listen to their written words.

In Bach’s polyphonic music there was a hidden melody still ringing in his ears that contained the seed of Anti-Sight, the seed of Death that would bring an end to the capacity of sight in him and all those who listened to the feud in his fugues. In Milton, there was the seed of Death in his bold and rash proclamations that it is “Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.” And so he did reign in hell, the Living Hell, blind and debilitated, a refugee of Cromwell’s revolution, a Puritan in his own right who put up the wall of puritanism in daring even to judge God, preferring banishment and exile from heaven to servitude to the most high and reverent attribute of man – Life!

And so it was that Coleridge, whose lyrical ballads celebrated life and the common language of common men, became a victim of the Antis of Anti-Life and Anti-Capacity, wracked with pain and such agony that he was forced like Thomas de Quincy to become an opium eater, turning his capacities upon himself until they ate him up.

As for Van Gogh, Dan McClean probably said it best when he attributed Van Gogh’s unrequited love and public rejection to a “world that was never good enough for one as beautiful as you.” Indeed, Anti-Reason and Anti-Intellect came in for a full frontal assault on the artist’s frontal cerebral cortex to scramble his senses, disorder his thoughts and make him see the world through a spinning kaleidoscope of distorted colour, form and substance.

As for Paul McCartney is he really dead or was his soul abducted, kidnapped, absconded with and hidden by the entities Death and Anti-Life, so that not even the Mother God is quite sure where it now resides? A Divine Being who once sang about and celebrated Life, the death of his soul led to the death of the man in the eyes of his fellow band members who could see that the light had died, that the gem no longer sparkled, the jewel no longer glittered, the charm no longer charmed. Paul was for all intents and purposes dead and so the last half of the 1960’s decade was dominated by the Band of Life singing about Death, Paul’s Death and the Death of the Old Beatles and the Birth of the New Beatles who had married the Brides of Death, Yoko Ono and Linda McCartney. No wonder the war in Vietnam went into full swing, when the greatest musicians of the day became dark and started singing about Death.

As for Elvis, there are so many lookalikes who knows if he is really dead or if one of those lookalikes is really Elvis in disguise. According to the Mother, he did eventually die, though not when they said he did. In fact he died four years after his official death. Why? Well, Anti-Life has a way of shortening and attenuating the length of the lifeline we are given to hang on amid the troubled waters of this world and not go under, sink and drown. Often times we do get over our heads, but it is the length of rope we are given that often prevents us from going under. In Elvis’ case it turned out to be a bungy cord and he used it to bungy jump into another life so that the King of Rock became the King of Pop and the capacities and the talents he had developed in his own body were infused into the body and the mind of Michael Jackson, the King of Pop. Don’t believe it? Think about Jacob’s ladder and realize there are many rungs in that ladder and each rung connects to the Tree of Life.

 

Ode to True Love

If I could dream of the perfection of love, it would have nothing in it of half-truths and insincere proclamations. It would see fleeing toward it from a great distance the beckoning moonbeams decorating the sky or rainbows enticing onlookers to the pot of gold to be found in the blazing amber orchid glowing in the western horizon at sundown, the twilight afterglow, the dancing Indian bands reflected in the play of shadows and light in the night sky venerated as the Northern Lights. It would celebrate the harvest moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival, daybreak and the first burst of sunshine over the horizon, the accompanying cock crow, the mournful call of the mourning dove, and the solitary call of the lunatic loon. Love would see fleeing toward it from a great distance the boundless devotion of the Mother, the true god, the author of all Creation and would be hospitable and devoted enough to receive her venerable kindness, warmest embraces and softest touches. Had you never known true love you would know it when you see, hear, touch, taste and feel it not to mention sense, intuit and imagine it. For once felt it cannot be mistaken for its counterfeit, the bride Death, the Babylonian whore, Ishtar, the painted moon, the pretend virgin, with painted cheek, scarlet neck and terracotta skin. Do not be taken in by the Magdalene, the false queen, the painted princess, the artful seductress and venial threat to all that is holy and whole. Be true to thy self in being true to thy love and thou shalt never stray or go astray. Take your cue from the Mother, who has remained as true to the Father throughout the ages as the filially pious first born male that mourns for three years at the gravesite of his beloved. Have the resolve to be thyself and to choose the mate for which one was intended, thy companion bride, thy twin flame, thy mated soul, thy wedded kin. Embrace thy true fate and explore the wonders of amour, the love dalliances and cosmic play of Krishna and Radha who reinvent Creation with every kiss, nuzzle, cuddle, embrace and comingling. Find your own Vrindaven, the love garden of the true god, the Mother of all Creation and recreation, all birth and rebirth, all erection and resurrection. To thine own self be true in the truth of thy love and thou will have found the secret of Creation, the mysteries of the universe and the clavis that opens the Gates of Paradise.