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The Angel and the Demon (A silent war)
A war is being waged…. A silent but undeniable war. Fought each and every day in the hearts, minds, and souls of each member of our earthly existence.
Jokes have been made and nervous laughter can be heard, perhaps in an effort to downplay the severity of these personal subliminal struggles. A continual confrontation of cast outs and favored angels, tormentors of souls and saviors of the virtuous, all grappling in an unseen battle for the conscious mind.
White veils of angelic softness wage wars of suggestion with evil as hard as forged steel. Promises of eternal life and everlasting peace fall on deaf ears that hear only the assurances of infinite ecstasy in a kingdom of amoral carnal debauchery.
Many have made mention of the ANGEL and the DEMON. Often times in a lighthearted manner, seemingly to ease the discomfort. Discomfort brought by the endless struggle to choose that which is right or that which is pleasurable and dangerous.
We all know these entities well. Each one takes its rightful place on either side of us. Whispering in our ear, speaking clearly, or even the occasional shouting of suggestions and commands. I must tell you, however, that I am no longer a puppet. No more am I the pawn in this treacherous game of manipulative influence. My will is no longer being coaxed in separate directions while my conscious mind questions its decisions.
For the battle that was waged for me has been won and the battlefield has gone quiet. I will never again question the actions taken to appease the constant direction being forced upon me from either side. For the DEMON beside me has chased the ANGEL away. The ANGEL could no longer fight the undeniable strength and cunning influence the DEMON possessed. I have found my single direction and guide through the remainder of my earthly journey. My shepherd and fellow traveler from this day on, this “DEVIL on my shoulder” if you will, can only be known as “MY IMAGINATION”
What we have become…..
Anger, resentment, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of futility. These emotions cannot be denied in my present reality. However, I am most assuredly not alone in my plight. This sentiment is made abundantly clear to me by the emphatic voices of my peers and colleagues. Friends and foes alike cry out at the injustices being served by the ruthless perpetuity that defines the corporate machine.
We have been reduced to nothing more than numbers. Barcodes to be more precise. To the ones who control the things that affect us most we are really nothing more than a series of seemingly random lines varying in thickness representing some impersonal numerical code. The human factor no longer exists when things are examined from this perspective. We are not even a tiny spoke in the great big wheel, but rather miniscule grains of sand being driven further into the ground as that wheel of progress rolls onward, and the giant known as greed uses the working class as stepping stones in its quest for MORE.
Our triumphs go remarkably unnoticed while the smallest errors get brought into pinpoint focus. The only true success now is to remain invisible, because to be noticed surely means you have been found lacking. Each day the microscope under which we are observed gets more powerful and our flaws become more evident while our true value goes tragically undetected.
It is because of all this that I call out my plea to any and all who are fortunate enough to be living out a dream as a means of making ends meet in this brutal day to day existence. For if you truly enjoy what you do as a means of survival than I must applaud you with both admiration and a tinge of jealousy. I wish nothing more than to wake with a smile and eagerly anticipate what the day holds in store for me. So if you find my dream your reality, you must promise me this….. That you will never become complacent or take for granted the good fortune you hold. Smile and remember those less fortunate. Not just remember, but make a promise to yourself to NEVER FORGET.
First came the RAINS….Steadily pouring for what seemed like an eternity. Winds blew strong and hard from every direction bringing with it sharp whistles and crude whispers of the events that were going to transpire. Deaf to the warnings being brought forth by the ceaseless storm, The worlds population remained oblivious to the imminent destruction about to be wrought on a home so taken for granted.
It came from the EAST. starting as a very low rumble, as steady and unrelenting as the rain, and continuing for forty days and forty nights. The rumble became louder and more persistent as the days and nights passed. Soon what began as a low undecipherable rumble became this Thunderous roar which was being spoken of by many, but understood by none. With each passing day it became clear that the rumble was unmistakably the sound of charging horses. Galloping steadily and with great haste toward the unsuspecting masses.
The sound being put forth by the oncoming charge was that of SIXTEEN hooves pushing onward through the driving rain, while simultaneously setting fire to the earth with each forceful stride. Flames rose high behind them, impervious to the sheets of rain falling from the sky. Sixteen hooves, driving four thundering steeds. Atop each sinewy mount rode a familiar horseman. First mentioned in the BIBLE, the horsemen were that of Conquest, War, Famine, and DEATH……….For they were the four horsemen of the apocalypse and their journey will bring certain doom to all mankind.
Riding single file they take their positions in an ominous line of swift efficient punishment.First is Conquest, riding a white horse and wielding a bow, bringing all to their knees with ease and force. Second comes a red steed ridden by the horseman swinging the sword of War, followed by a black horse and a rider holding scales as if to measure the weight of atrocities committed and balance them with punishment due. This is the horseman of Famine bringing hunger and desperation to the war torn land. And last…. riding a pale horse and clutching a scythe, the horseman of DEATH brings plagues and disease to the last of the human race before collecting their souls for the final RECKONING.
With the day of final judgement complete, the souls of all mankind have been taken for the last appraisal. As the world washes away and burns to ash simultaneously, the FOUR take their swift departure to the west, leaving only destruction and ghostly whispers of distant memories. Memories of a once thriving population. One not so bent on self destruction and utter disregard for their surroundings.
What could bring such a horrific demise to an entire planet rich with resource and bountiful in its raw beauty? Most certainly the catalyst for the swift destruction of all the worlds people was the never ending Greed. Greed for wealth…Greed for power…..Greed for higher status both in politics and in religion…..And finally the ultimate reason for Apocalyptic Doom? The irreversible damage being done to the Exquisite home bestowed upon us by the Creator of all that is good and kind. WHOMEVER that shall be. For the anger caused by the reckless destruction of such a beautiful gift, was undoubtedly what brought the “Quartet of DELIVERANCE” charging through the land……