“This our father Satan has named the Gate of Truth and Deception, for all truth is a deception, and all deceptions are true ....
 

“You don’t understand...? You will soon, very soon...look around you; lift your eyes and behold the lies of God revealed...”
 

The golden doorway of the realm of Truth and Deception swings wide open before us, revealing...nothing. We are invisible in the void. The final whisper of sanctuary dies as the gateway closes behind us. I reach for your hand, but feel barely a tingle as our substance overlaps. And yet the sense is erotic, life-affirming. Your uncertainty resonates within me.
 

“Hush...this is His abode...just wait...”
 

A speckle of dazzling gold emerges within us...or is it over there...or there...? Rapidly, silently, it expands, forming a diaphanous golden aureole, vast as our minds can comprehend, glowing at the outermost limits of our perception. A silver chorus of timeless Gregorian chant squeezes itself through the interstices between a million dimensions, flooding our senses in the remorseful beauty of lamentation...
 

Kyrie Eleison...
 

Lucifer Eleison..
 

Lucifer Eleison....
 

Your sudden thought drops like a stone into our ocean of silver gold...
 

“That’s....”
 

“Shh..yes, beautiful - I know...”
 

Our thoughts ripple into swirling silver, pushing, compressing, displacing the gold bounded silver sea upon which we now walk, hand in hand. And as we progress, the universe bleeds.
 

This is my body...
 

You stare at me in wide eyed fear. Your eyes sparkle gold and silver and green, radiating joy. Your hair, a cascade of living silver, flows into the gentle zephyr that embraces us.
 

“Look...look at yourself...”
 

The polyverse around us trembles in sympathy as you gasp your surprise. And - my God! But you’re so beautiful. Your skin glistens and ripples, a sea of angry stars swirling on rippling obsidian, morphing constantly into newborn forms of thought and spirit. Spread, spread your wings my child...throw your silver shadows out to the world’s end and beyond. Yes! Yes! Bellow like a God! Let the moon and the stars tremble before the glory of humanity unveiled and unleashed from God’s dread dominion.
 

You wrap the silver membrane of your wings around me, and for the first time, we embrace. At last you perceive clearly the joy and power that is the right of humankind.
 

“Look...look..”.
 

At infinite depth below the silver sea, a familiar figure beckons us, bids us welcome to his domain.
 

“Shall we...?”
 

With a thought, we plunge into the infinite silver well. My senses scream in joy as every astral neuron screams its orgasm at the universe, and every atom of my spirit ejaculates into the spirit of night and dark.
 

I AM!!!
 

Gasping, we lie upon a beach of sparkling black sand, naked and once more human.
 

Tears of sorrow surge through the blueness of your eyes.
 

“Are we...?”
 

“No...look...He’s here...”
 

The scintillating basalt sand leaps away from his golden feet as he treads his way towards us. His beauty overshadows all. The stars and the sun and the moon are pale shrouds beside the radiant benevolence of his angelic eyes.
 

“Behold our father, Lucifer, Angel of the Morning, Liberator of Man, Brother of God...”
 

His wings unfurl like clouds as his hands reach for ours.
 

“Beloved children...”
 

His voice strikes the bell of my soul and my heart rejoices, basking in the warmth of his love for his prodigal children.
 

“Father...”
 

“My dear children...welcome to the domain of Truth and Deception, to the domain of Lies...you have come far...come...walk with me...you honor me with your presence...with your courage.”
 

“Father...”
 

Your voice is a whisper of awe and reverence. I know...He can be a little overwhelming...but remember – this is not God – this is Satan, and he’s got a sense of humor, so keep your bloody wits about you. He’s not very good with fools and worshipers...
 

“Come my children...I want you to meet someone...”
 

Hand in hand, the three of us - me, you and the Angel of the Morning, walk over the dark beaches of infinity as the tides of time wash up on the shore, singing their gentle paeans of birth and death, of love and hatred, of grief and joy conjoined in the crucifixion of the human spirit.
 

The sands grow thinner and we approach a mound of green surmounted by three wooden crosses silhouetted against the brilliant moon of a sudden night. The doleful, lonely wail of time-lost wolves echoes in my head, and an unbearable cry of sorrow and despair tears my heart asunder.
 

“My God, my God...why has thou forsaken me...”
 

We gaze upwards at the starless sky, straining to see the tortured figure in his agony.
 

Satan kneels, still grasping our hands. “This is the work of my brother...this man, this Yeheshua...born of a carpenter, sacrificed to the hubris of YHVH, Lord of Strife.
 

“Jesus the Christ...?”
 

“This was my brother’s final gambit, his great play for the loyalty of humans he had created as slaves. By sacrificing this man, by eliciting a passion of gratitude for his death, so my brother hoped to convince humans of their original sin and salvation...”
 

Gently, tentatively, he stretches his hand toward the tortured face of Christ...
 

Get thee behind me Christ groans deliriously. Satan sighs and turns away.
 

“So he’s really just a mortal?”
 

“Just a mortal? Come, my children...let me tell you the real story of Christ...the one God doesn’t want you to hear...”
 

To be continued...