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death and rebirth, life and pain

 

After dreaming of a nightmare, dreaming of seeing innocent creatures being
devoured by beasts. I asked why? Although knowing that this was the balance of
life and death but the beast was already so full and the poor creature so small
and thin and when he devoured it, seemed to be in a monsterous cruel nature.
Then later that morning at 6:30 I saw a man arguing with his god, telling him
that he needs to talk to him or he would fuck him up. I chuckled at this seeing
that Yahew nine times out of ten does not give into a mortal's commands, or
basically any god or goddess out there, they only speak to us if it is needed or
when we politely speak to them and patiently wait. I wondered what had this man
went through that is just so bad that he demanded and even threatened his god?
This world can be such a beautiful magical place, filled with love and beauty
and caring from both man and beast, yet it seems that for most of the time its
filled with pain and misery, loneliness where people speak of the fear of death
but never the promise of rebirth or of the other world filled with so many
promises. Then I began to wonder from both the dream and from the mad man that
what if this life we all live is really of death and when we pass on is that
trully life and somehow did we mix to two up accidently? For when we die the
ancients spoken of a place where all the souls go to face pleasure and pain and
from there when the time is right we are reborn again. If that is the case, if
this is not death, why do we suffer so much pain here with very little pleasure
and enjoyment only to die and suffer even more pain there? Or does life and
death mirror one another? must we face pain and pleasure in both realms? If this
is the case, I am happy that when we gave our souls to Father Satan that he did
not promise that all would be roses and cherries, for he told us that it is all
for self growth and that he dared not promise us false promises. This is why I
beleive especially in my case that my love and beleif in Satan is one of
spirituality, where there is suffering but we are equipped to deal with whatever
this world throws at us and when we feel that we cannot bare it any longer we
have father Satan to cry and weep to, unlike a religion which tells you whatever
you want to hear but does not deliver and when the pain starts it does not
answer your pleas