I have seen the Destroyer in dreams. A changeling able to assume the form of a man, a woman, a child, and a beast. The true form of the Destroyer is the darkness of the blackest night, bottomless like the abyss, a hole in reality leading to nothingness. When I was young I started into that abyss, hearing its call, and I yearned to cast myself into it so all of the terrible things I had heard and seen would perish with me.
I longed for death because someone like myself, who heard and witnessed things that he shouldn't, didn't deserve to live. I heard the evil ones and knew of their comings and goings and in the beginning, they spoke their lies because the boundary didn't prevent me from hearing their voice. But at no time could they possess me because of that boundary and so they sought to corrupt me with scheming words. They tempted me with power, permitting me glimpses into the minds of others who were unaware of their presence.
They would never confess the truth, that they were already defeated and bound, constrained in their ability to influence the land of the living. Therefore they relied upon mortal vessels to carry out the designs of their masters, those spiritual powers of darkness, rulers of evil and wickedness. But I came to grasp their powerlessness and so their lies were made known to me, that they could only influence willing vessels corrupted by falsehoods and promises of power.
I knew them to be liars and my wrath was stirred against them. There is nothing quite so vile as a liar. They were powerless to enter me so they might use me as their plaything, but this was a truth they refused to reveal to the priestess and those who worshiped false gods because it would reveal their weakness. I declared this to the lying spirits and they hurled curses at me!
They railed because I could hear them at all times whereas the priestess could not. They howled because I repudiated the power of the warlock. It was vile and profane, a violation of everything that was right and good in this world. I had suffered for so long, bearing witness to everything that was wrong and evil in this world, and I couldn't deny there was a place inside of me which evil couldn't touch. I was an aberration in the eyes of my captors, those programmers, handlers, and worshipers of false gods because I would rather be weak than powerful. I didn't deserve to live!
I refused their offerings of power, wealth, and fame. I rejected their profanity and most importantly, I preferred death over joining them. Who told me that I shouldn't be allowed to live? They did. Who goaded me into taking my life by my own hand? They did, but they were dismayed because that barrier which the Lord raised not only prevented me from harming myself in such a way, but it also prevented others from harming me in such a way.
Who spoke the truth, speaking only the truth and never a lie? The Lord who preserved me, speaking when I didn't know His voice: the voice behind me telling me not to be afraid, revealing the truth of their powerlessness to a child. The evil ones were defeated and bound because Jesus Christ made a mockery of them all with his death and resurrection, and He preserved me for the day when I would walk according to His will and purpose.
He will make me whole again.
I longed for death because someone like myself, who heard and witnessed things that he shouldn't, didn't deserve to live. I heard the evil ones and knew of their comings and goings and in the beginning, they spoke their lies because the boundary didn't prevent me from hearing their voice. But at no time could they possess me because of that boundary and so they sought to corrupt me with scheming words. They tempted me with power, permitting me glimpses into the minds of others who were unaware of their presence.
They would never confess the truth, that they were already defeated and bound, constrained in their ability to influence the land of the living. Therefore they relied upon mortal vessels to carry out the designs of their masters, those spiritual powers of darkness, rulers of evil and wickedness. But I came to grasp their powerlessness and so their lies were made known to me, that they could only influence willing vessels corrupted by falsehoods and promises of power.
I knew them to be liars and my wrath was stirred against them. There is nothing quite so vile as a liar. They were powerless to enter me so they might use me as their plaything, but this was a truth they refused to reveal to the priestess and those who worshiped false gods because it would reveal their weakness. I declared this to the lying spirits and they hurled curses at me!
They railed because I could hear them at all times whereas the priestess could not. They howled because I repudiated the power of the warlock. It was vile and profane, a violation of everything that was right and good in this world. I had suffered for so long, bearing witness to everything that was wrong and evil in this world, and I couldn't deny there was a place inside of me which evil couldn't touch. I was an aberration in the eyes of my captors, those programmers, handlers, and worshipers of false gods because I would rather be weak than powerful. I didn't deserve to live!
I refused their offerings of power, wealth, and fame. I rejected their profanity and most importantly, I preferred death over joining them. Who told me that I shouldn't be allowed to live? They did. Who goaded me into taking my life by my own hand? They did, but they were dismayed because that barrier which the Lord raised not only prevented me from harming myself in such a way, but it also prevented others from harming me in such a way.
Who spoke the truth, speaking only the truth and never a lie? The Lord who preserved me, speaking when I didn't know His voice: the voice behind me telling me not to be afraid, revealing the truth of their powerlessness to a child. The evil ones were defeated and bound because Jesus Christ made a mockery of them all with his death and resurrection, and He preserved me for the day when I would walk according to His will and purpose.
He will make me whole again.
