#that my belief in the afterlife and spirit world is solidified and true

[yoongisjuicebox]

Possible S.n.C spoilers for the Conjuring

To clarify my other post... I have always believed in the afterlife and the spiritual world.

This series has completely solidified it. I may not believe in a Christian God, but I believe that there is an afterlife and it absolutely heals part of me that always worried how my lost loved ones were doing.

If they were okay.

So yea, I cried when I heard Abigail speak.

These boys are so amazing 🖤

[wellmeaningshutin]

Short Story #95: The Fox.

Written: 4/12/2017                                                                Interwoven Week

The devil, or what Christianity would call the devil, was sitting at his kitchen table, watching the local news. The local news station was incredibly unreliable, especially since the reporters hardly even covered their bias, and spent a lot of time trying to strike fear and panic into their viewers, but this was the reason the devil enjoyed the news, it was one of his gifts to the world. Now, before we go on with this story, I will give the man another name, because it would be foolish to give him the Christian title, because Christianity was just another one of his lies. His name that he prefers to go by is the Fox, due to his earlier attempts to mislead us mortals, back when he would show himself to members of early civilizations in the form of a fox, solidifying himself in folklore.

Now, there is a good god, a great creator, and there is the Fox, a great deceiver. The creator lives in an afterlife, but it isn’t like a sort of heaven, its really just a shared consciousness with the creator, who does nothing to intervene in the life of its creations. It lives in a state of constant happiness and pleasure, sort of like if heroin took ecstasy. The only way for mortals to become a part of this creator is for them to live a happy life, with the exceptions for those who get born into overly terrible or privileged circumstances, who are able to reincarnate when they die, since they have little opportunity to either find happiness, or to be able to the different feelings of misery and happiness. To join into its consciousness, you have to face both good and bad emotions, but choose good in the end. Happiness, humor, confidence (not to be mistaken with arrogance), satisfaction, pleasure, these are feelings associate with our creator, and this is the only form it takes when it visits the world of mortals. However, the Fox serves as its opposite, and desires to lead people astray from the path of happiness, desires to get them to desire its emotions: misery, anger, hatred, arrogance, etc. The Fox lives among us mortals, and spreads lies and temptations to lead people away from the path of their creator, which only leads them, after death, into no sort of afterlife, just like falling asleep and never waking up, never dreaming. Banishment from existence. Its not as if the Fox were evil, its only that he serves as a litmus test, to see who belongs to live with the creator.

Misinformation and lies are the favorite ways for the Fox to test people, and he always makes sure to do it in a way that is imperfect, so that people can easily call these claims as bullshit, and go on to live happy lives. One of these tactics has been through creating false religions, in order to impose rules that would cause unhappiness and would find hatred that people only hide. Every religion that we know of is only one of his lies, and he becomes satisfied every time somebody uses his false teachings as an excuse to become a hateful person, and he is also satisfied when they are able to turn it around, and use it to find happiness and satisfaction, and go on to live with the nameless creator. The Fox becomes excited whenever he sees people claim that masturbation is wrong, that gay marriage is an abomination, that gender identity is something for people to get upset about, that other religions are wrong and evil, that the truth should be ignored in order to believe the teachings, but the thing that excites him the most is whenever wars or violence are enacted in the name of a false god. However, he also resembles the spirits of racists, teenagers who take up life choices they hate only to satisfy their parents, parents who feel the need to live through their children, people who seek out activities just so they can complain about them, people who can not see gray areas, people who are afraid of failure and either never try, or become upset when receiving constructive criticism, people who look for information that will support their opinions over information that would challenge them, people who only interact with people who think the same way and complain about people who act or think differently, people who prefer image over accomplishment, people who think that they are losing rights when others gain rights, people who refuse to think for themselves, people who have intense opinions on subjects they know nothing about, people who over generalize everything, people who spend more time trying to convince themselves that they are happy instead of trying to be happy, people who would rather be unhappy then have to deal with change, people who kick animals, people who think they are good and hate all of those that they think are evil, people who spend a lot of their time judging others, etc, etc, etc.

Now, the Fox was watching the morning news, drinking his coffee, when, all of the sudden, a report had come on the television, announcing that a young girl had killed a local priest, in the middle of his sermon, and that most witnesses were claiming that she may in fact be the Antichrist. “I think somethings wrong with me,” he said to his current companion, a white nationalist “journalist” who used the strategy of saying very awful things, while pretending as if they were factual or reasonable, “I have not gotten any pleasure from this. For some reason, something inside of me is upset about all of this.”

“Maybe,” said his companion, who had a Hitler youth styled haircut, “its because you’re not getting all of the recognition you need. You are the big evil, the real devil,” the Fox was annoyed by that title, “but somebody else is soaking up the spotlight. Somebody out there is walking around, claiming that they’re you, while you’re sitting around in this crappy house with your dick in your hands.”

“The house isn’t crappy, its actually pretty nice for the price of things.”

“It could be better though, I’ve been in way nicer places. It can always be better.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy with what you have? Right now your life isn’t going to get too much better, at least not for a while, so why not enjoy-”

“Look, under normal circumstances I would be fine with this place, but you’re the devil. Shouldn’t we be holed up in some luxurious mansion somewhere, wearing tailored, designer suits, snorting cocaine, driving around in exotic, foreign cars? Why aren’t we out there rolling in cash?”

“Why do you assume that I would live some decadent lifestyle?”

“Well, you’re the devil, right? And money is supposed to be the root of all evil, right? And you’re big Mr. Evil, so wouldn’t you have a ton of money?”

“Money isn’t inherently bad, but having a strong desire for it is. Being rich doesn’t automatically make you a bad person.” He was starting to wonder if his job was beginning to become to easy, but it had been worse than this before, right? He remembered the inquisitions he lead, the Crusades, the myths that menstruation made women impure, and, hell, even the rise of Mao, but for some reason these days seemed even worse to him, like there was something special about it.. “Maybe you just think money is evil because of all of the bad you would do if you became rich.”

“I wouldn’t do anything bad, I would actually do the opposite. If I was rich, I would make sure that I could spread the word of truth, I could wake up the docile Americans who refuse to believe the truths in life, like how if we don’t stop immigration, us whites will have our government taken away from us. How refugees shouldn’t be allowed into our lands, or our gene pools. How we must make sure to-” the guy kept talking, but the Fox stopped listening, he had heard this all before. The first place he had heard it was from his own mouth. Maybe he was just getting old, getting tired of the fact that he had to live in this world for so long, while the creator (in a way, his parent) was able to live in ecstasy for eternity.

“Look, I’m going to have to cut you off there. If you think that you’re such a good person, then why the hell are you hanging out with the devil? What sort of good person would spend all of their time with what they believe to be evil’s physical form?”

“Well, if you think about it, its just proof that I am truly pure of heart. Like, if a good person was truly a good person, then what would they have to fear of evil? Why would then run from it, unless they feared corruption?”

“There’s other reasons to-”

“And how could they become corrupted if they were actually pure of heart? See, self delusion is one of the biggest problems in our world right now, because plenty of people would rather keep images of themselves, then actually try to become what they want to be. Its like all of these shitty people who let society fall into moral decay, thinking its fine to let terrorists into our country, and to let mentally ill men walk around and pretend that they’re women, its insane, its fucked up. But, they will never accept how shitty that is, because they have to keep up their own delusions, and that’s what makes it hard for good Americans like myself. The truth I tell challenges them, it holds up a mirror that shows their true selves, that shows how the world really is, and they can’t handle it, so they burrow deeper to their beliefs, the cucks. No matter how many studies I bring up to show them that blacks are naturally predisposed to crime, or that women’s brains can’t process as much as men, they throw out buzz words like “Sexist”, “Racist”, “Homophobic”, whatever, just to shut down the discussion, just because they know that if I keep talking, their delusions could be destroyed.

“And that’s why I’m fine with being around the devil, because I know that there is nothing that you could tell me to lead me astray. I know the truth, and I am secure in my knowledge of it, because it is in no way built from delusion. Facts are on my side, and that will never change.”

“What if I told you that I already have corrupted you? What if I told you that it was impossible for you to be ‘good’, because your heart was full of hatred? Isn’t hatred evil, no matter how good the intentions are behind it? Shouldn’t it be a warning sign, that your beliefs are built on a foundation of delusion, because they are centered around the idea of your own superiority?”

“Nice try, but you can’t trick me. Like I said, I know the truth.”

“Okay, what about the fact that I’m a divine entity, and your just a measly soul trapped in a sack of meat? In what way are you able to resist me, when naturally I’m inherently more powerful than you are?”

“Well, your lies are easy to find, maybe I’ve found enlightenment, maybe its a message from God. Maybe you claimed that it was delusional for me to believe that my race was superior, and then you go on to say that you’re actually superior. Don’t you think I don’t know that trick? You accuse me of doing something, all the while you’re the one who is actually doing it. So, like, when I accuse you of doing it, you can just spin it around on me and say ‘You’re just accusing me of what you’re doing! Its obvious because you only accused me after I accused you!’.”

“You do know I invented that trick, right? Also, you claim that you had a message from God, but that’s impossible, because there is no actual God, at least in the way that you believe in him. Really, all it is is-”

“He.”

“What?”

“You said all ‘it’ is, when it should have been ‘all he is’. And that’s another way I can see your lies, because you’re trying to slip in political correctness.”

“Fuck does that have to do with anything? Its not even organic, it doesn’t reproduce, it has no sense of gender whatsoever. Its just a big mass of pleasure, of happiness and every other good feeling that has ever existed, its not the meddling fuckhead that you seem to believe in. It has no real interest in what you mortals do with yourselves, it only cares if you devote your lives to positivity or negativity. That’s it. The only diving thing that gives a shit about you guys is myself, and-”

“Do you really think that I’m that fucking stupid? I know for a fact that you’re evil and a big liar, so why would I believe you when you try to lie about what God is. I know that he’s not some amorphous blob of sixties sentimentality, I know that he is the true judge over all of us. He is wrathful, he knows right from wrong. He knows that being gay is bad, and that being a Muslim is worse. He would never accept any of the degenerates that only exist to be happy, because life isn’t all about that. You’re just trying to-”

“Okay, what about this? How do you know that your version of God is real, and not just one of my many great lies? If he was really supposed to be a champion of good, then why would he hate gays, why would he have destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, why would he allow the churches to worship men who drove out snakes that were never there in the first place, or… like, why hasn’t he done anything lately? Why has there been no sign of this God, but no stop to all of your lot who do shit in his-”

“Blah blah blah. Just more god damned lies out of the snakes mouth. I’m not going to bite into your apple sir, no I will not. You are free to keep talking though, because I find it very amusing.”

For a couple seconds, the Fox put his face into his hands. It was the first time in centuries that he had decided to tell the truth, the full truth, and nothing but the truth, but it was like he was trying to have a conversation with a brick wall. He wondered if his frustration was from keeping company with the people who fell for his tricks, who were so willing to devote themselves to hatred and bile, but he wasn’t fully sure. If he was around those that were actually good, would he end up leading them astray? It was something he never wanted to test, never wanted to find out, because if he had accidentally forced somebody away from the creator’s embrace, then it would be hard for him to deal with the consequences. He didn’t believe in entrapment.

“Okay,” said the Fox, calmly, “lets say that your religion is actually the right one, even though the chances of that are impossibly slim, since there are so many.”

“The chance is 100%, actually, because it is the true one. There is no chance, there is only fact. Right and wrong, these exist outside of probability, because the muddied knowledge of man is nothing compared to the divine clarity of God. Take Schroedinger's Cat for example,” the Fox was getting impatient, a rare feeling for him,”if you are aware of the thought experiment. Although, you are Satan himself, so I would be surprised if you didn’t know about it, since you seem to know a great many things. Now, the thought experiment, that lead to the cat both being dead and being alive at the same time, actually was devised as a sort of joke. It was made to point out how stupid it would be to apply quantum physics, which deals with incredibly small objects, onto a comparatively large object. However, people have heard of it, and even though its origins were farcical,” the last word was pronounced in a way that showed he thought of himself as highly intelligent for using it, “people continue to actually take it seriously. And there is the difference between the 100% truth, and your lies. See, I am aware, like Schroedinger, that the cat is either alive or dead, and the chance of that is 100%, because even if we cannot see it, the truth exists beyond ourselves. Even though I have seen no proof of God, the real God, I know that I am right in believing in his existence.

“And, if you think about it, the same people who bought the joke and think it to be reasonable that the cat was simultaneously dead and alive, they are the same people to buy into your lives. Because those same people are just the ones who would rather improve their self image, instead of trying to learn the real truth. They are the types of people that would rather quote thought experiments from quantum physics, just to seem like they have an understanding of the subject, just so that they could see themselves as intelligent. It doesn’t matter if they actually know anything on the subject, or even know that much about the cat exercise, because what matters is that other people see them as smart. And the same goes for social issues happening right now in America. People would rather think of themselves as good people, instead of facing the truths that would challenge that image. They don’t want to actually know. So then they start to pretend to be an accepting, compassionate person, while they let the white race fall from power to the minorities who literally mass rape women, who dilute the gene pools, who are intensely more violent than we could ever be, and they refuse to see these facts, these hard truths-”

“But,” said the Fox, through clenched teeth, “let me ask you another question. Yes, a good amount of what you said is correct, but when you talk about people being wrapped up in delusion, being so unable to accept any truths, spending most of their energy trying to make themselves feel better, feeding into their own arrogance and vanity, instead of learning the truth, building a cold, hard shell of delusion to protect themselves from the real world, how do you know that this doesn’t apply to you? And, since delusion can be so powerful, how can you say, in complete faith, that you know the truth, even if you were deluded you would also think that you knew the truth? What hard truths have you ever accepted? What information have you ever believed that changed the way you used to know things, that challenged and effectively changed your beliefs? How do you know that the people you insult don’t have the same exact opinion of you, and if you know they do, then what makes you ignore their assertions? The belief that they’re deluded?”

“Yeah, no shit they’re deluded, they believe-”

“No, you’re deluded. Sure, there are people on the other side of the political spectrum that are also deluded, but you are exactly the same.”

“You’re just trying to lead me down the path of evil, my friend, and I know that you’re just trying to gaslight me so that I’ll start to think the truth is a lie, and buy a lie for the truth. I know not to trust a word that comes out of the mouth of an evil man. I’m not foolish. Its just like, think of the big elections that happened, look at how many people bought into your candidate, how many people decided to listen to the lies of a known and blatant liar, a narcissist that could arguably be called psychopathic, a sore on the face of America, the embodiment of big business that tried to sell themselves as a hero of the people, somebody with a fraudulent charity, shady connections with the Russians, and was involved in a giant cover up where she called for the deaths of Americans, killed her own political opponents, and used the basement of a pizza parlor as a child sex ring. But I knew better, I knew that was just one of your tricks, and I voted for the real hero America deserves, the real man who would get things done, and change everything for the better. The hero of the people.”

“Okay, I’m not even going to touch on a lot of that, because you just took the words out of my mouth. Literally. That’s an opinion that I’ve spread around, and the worse part is, I can’t seem to find some way to prove it to you.”

“Damn straight.”

“So, I’m just going to ignore the bulk of that. There’s no point in it. However, I want to touch on the fact that you keep calling me evil, that you keep trying to say that I’m intentionally leading you astray, but I want to tell you that that’s all a load of bullshit. When I see ‘good’ people, or at least the happy and positive people that will be with the creator when they die, I leave them the fuck alone. I do not so much as bat an eye towards those people, because, and I am not lying when I say this, I am not an evil being. I do not try to make ‘good’ people ‘bad’, I only find the people who are inherently ‘bad’, and bring all of the ‘bad’ inside of them to the surface. I give them the opportunity to try to be understanding, loving, compassionate, happy, whatever, and I give them that by testing them, I hand them a lot of obviously fake bullshit and see if they believe it or not. Look, you white supremacists-”

“White nationalists, I’m not a supremaci-”

“Oh, fuck off. Its just the same thing under a different name, just like how ‘intellectually disabled’ and ‘retarded’ mean the same damn thing. You fuckers bitch and complain about what PC culture does, and then you go off and do the same damn things, and that goes into what I was trying to say. You white supremacists ate up every single fucking lie I fed you without batting an eye, not even looking at how sketchy the studies are, or how biased and borderline fabricated those reports are, you just ate it up without a question. And then you fuckers go around and talk about how everyone else is so bad, how everyone else is so deluded, when its all just a way to delude your selves, you focus on other people more than you focus on yourself, but you somehow think you’re different. If you were actually a ‘good’ person, you wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to hate others, you wouldn’t ignore context, you would actually check your sources and studies for accuracy to fact, instead of checking if they conform to your opinions. I don’t make anyone ‘evil’, I just bring it to the surface, I don’t let people hide it.

“And you know what?” He decide to add as an additional fuck you, “There are inherently evil people who are way better than you are. There are people with some really fucked up things inside of them, I’m talking child fucking and serial killing levels amount of fucked up, but they are able to keep it inside themselves, and no matter how hard I try to get it to rise to the surface, they cling desperately to the ideas of ‘good’, to the positivity that actually will bring them to heaven, and even though those people are monsters on the inside, you’re a thousand times worse than they are.”

However, his companion only burst out in laughter. “That’s a good one, trying to get me to believe that I’m worse than a pedophile! I gotta tell my Facebook group about that one. They’re gonna,” wiping a tear from his eye, “get a real kick out of that one.”

Then it hit the Fox, he suddenly realized why the present seemed so much worse than the past. His companion was holding, in his hands, a device that gave him access to an astounding amount of information, an access that wasn’t even possible thirty years ago, when the access that people had to correct information was limited, when people were illiterate, and mass communication didn’t exist. And even now, with all of these advances, the Fox realized, people actively chose to misinform themselves, people actively ignored the truth. So, realizing this, he felt somewhat satisfied, he realized that he was only annoyed because he couldn’t put a name to his frustration. With that weight off of his back, he joined his companion in laughter.