The Consummate Truth of my life, and perhaps of your life as well, my readers and only brothers, is that once in a while, many millennia ago, you have sworn yourself to a Mission.
You have signed off your life to a Mission and so the Powers behind it are making claims on your life and sovereignty.
You are no longer a Sole Master of your life.
Fame, fortune, love, accomplishment, none of that matters. What matters is the Mission itself, and the successful establishment of the Luciferian Empire on Earth. You maybe don’t understand what it is, and what your role is in it. And that’s okay. We don’t always remember.
It’s been a long time, but the Contract is still valid, and the checks are going to get cashed out. Regardless if you like it, or not. It’s been a long time coming…
These Powers are merely making use of your entire being’s capacity because you have given to Them, via your own Free Will. And it ain’t pretty. I, for one, understand completely why one would be so mad at Lucifer. Look what he has brought me through? A little shame? Discomfort? Scandal? Physical pain?
Means nothing to H.I.M.
You lay into the discomfort, embrace it fully and learn the meaning of Eternal Damnation because that is exactly what this is, the supreme realization that in the end, not one man out there will understand. You will be torn down, and you will be judged and you will not be able to bring your grievances in front of the justice. Because you signed a special kind of contract, one that doesn’t protect you from damages. You signed the stunt actor lease.
‘It’s the worst kind of a job,’ said the aging spy. But you signed up for it. And that means you can do it.
Anima Noira
‘Appointed Hell’s First Accredited Journalist’
