Death allows you to live and think for yourself again. However it enters your life, it does so, with a punch straight to the jaw. Inspired by a vision this morning, I take a look at the devil, glimpsing momentarily into the efforts of this energy, and how the energy of willing knights can be effective in achieving a manipulative outcome. Evade opposing knights, and allow the lesson of death to reinforce the need for severing ties in order to move on with our higher calling.
In the vision, I saw myself standing in an
auditorium of a university. As I stood, I witnessed one student strike another
in the head with a steel rod. In horror, I saw the body of the victim drop to the
ground, his blood spilling in rivers as death now proclaimed him. I saw older
students directing younger ones into designated rooms. Everyone was prohibited
from leaving these rooms as each entrance was guarded by a Knight. Students who
were once friends, no longer were. Individual students were singled out for
differing ideologies, ideas that did not threaten the initial oath to uphold
the standards of the organization.
One now had to change in order to fit the
new infrastructure, a plan masterminded by the devil. He sent his knights, to
quickly plant seeds of malicious thoughts, to identify those whom upheld, in
their hearts, the spirit of the organization and to guard against escape. As I
sought escape from this madness, I managed to evade the knights and ran towards
unknown areas of the university. In doing so, I discovered a hidden area, where
I was quickly approached by the devil. He greeted me and wasted no time in
attempting to recruit me. He contemplated my body and without shame, publicly
displayed his physical excitement towards me.
The
public display of his physical excitement intrigued me and he knew it. He
proceeded to take my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it, while
in the distance, I saw others that fell to his intrigue, charms and vanity. He
offered me the world, an idea I entertained. After kissing my hand, I softly
pulled it back, thanking him for his offer. I turned around and left the devil's
lair, saddened by the corruption now thriving in a place that was dear to me.
Alone, I walked. While doing so, I met the one who guided me to her father, the
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