Sophia Bestiae - Excerpts
"Harmful to minors....Offensive" (Diggory Press)
From the introduction:
5:21, 22 Prove all things; hold fast that which is good. Abstain from all appearance of evil.
23:2 Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil
47: 2 For the LORD most high is terrible
48: 10 Cursed be he that doeth the work of the LORD deceitfully, and cursed be he that keepeth back his sword from blood
God is love, God is Great, God is forgiveness. Or is He? Do you say these phrases because you have conclusive proof of such or because you have had it drummed into you since birth? Have you ever even read the Bible?
This work intends to give a more objective view on who God is, where He comes from, and what He wants. For the moment, pretend you’ve never heard of the Bible, or God, or the Christian religion. Let’s imagine you’re picking up that thick tome for the first time, without any preconceptions or prior indoctrination. There’s no Priest looking over your shoulder now. Just you and a book – a very serious book as it has affected the lives of countless millions for the last 2000 years and, until recently, those who questioned it were imprisoned, tortured and killed (the first Inquisition was created in 1184 to annihilate the Cathar ‘heresy’ following a Crusade to do the same thing, not as a means of fighting witchcraft. All of the Inquisitions – e.g. the Medieval, the Episcopal, the Papal, the Roman, the Spanish and the Portuguese – were created to eradicate differences in opinion among Christians; only the Roman way was permitted.)
The recent controversy surrounding certain books pertaining to Mary Magdalene and Jesus’ bloodline has shown that perhaps not everything that you’ve been told is the exact truth. Perhaps there’s another viewpoint – one long silenced through bloody punishment.
It is my intention to prove the following:
a) That the god of Christians and Jews has no place among those of European ethnic origin
b) That God is neither good, nor loving, nor benevolent and is in fact pure evil, with a penchant for killing women and babies
c) That God is not the Supreme Being, is neither omnipresent nor omnipotent and is also not the only god
d) That God is, or was, an alien visitor who harassed the primitive Israelites and subjected them with cruelty and fear-inducing violence until they worshipped Him
e) That the Serpent of Genesis is the true hero of the Old Testament as it faced the Wrath of God in order to help Man
f) That the true enemy of God – the genuine Satan – is Man
To set the tone of Sophia Bestiae, an example of God’s actions and hypocrisy:
Genesis 6:5 - 7 And the LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And it repented the LORD that He had made man on the earth, and it grieved Him at His heart. And the LORD said: 'I will blot out man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and creeping thing, and fowl of the air; for it repenteth Me that I have made them.
And so God caused the Flood, which killed every single living thing apart from Noah, his family, and as many animals as he could squeeze onto a barge with 6660 square metres storage space. To put this into perspective, God killed innocent children, women and animals. There is no other way of looking at this. If the Bible is to be believed (and according to the Church it is the Word of God) then God deliberately slaughtered via drowning everybody and everything not connected to Noah. Mothers would have watched their babies gasping for their last breaths of air as the water continued to rise; the screams of the dying would have slowly become little more than weak pleas for help. And God watched imperviously on.
But, God did feel guilt for the virtual annihilation of Life after recovering from his hissy-fit?
Genesis 8:21 And the LORD smelled the sweet savour [Ed – the burning flesh of sacrificed animals, something God really likes the smell of as we shall see in detail anon]; and the LORD said in His heart: 'I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake; for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.
Well, except on Judgment Day when He’s planning to do it again. He lied. God has the taste for the blood of innocents and revels in the stench of burning flesh so what else could be expected from Him?
Jeremiah 25:33 And the slain of the Lord shall be at that day from one end of the earth even unto the other end of the earth: they shall not be lamented, neither gathered, nor buried, they shall be dung upon the ground
From the tale of God:
Many eons ago, in the Heavens, there was an enormous and brilliant white crystal fortress. Unfathomably immense and perfect in every way, it was known as the Empire of Light. Joined to its side was a township of dirty, falling-down shacks and hovels named Shadow Town, where everything was dark and slovenly and imperfect.
The sky was permanently a dark twilight. There were no stars. There was no day or night, no moon or sun, just continually a very dark blue sky. The only trees were dried fig types and there were no flowers.
Within Shadow Town, mindless, disfigured and deformed zombies staggered through the swampy streets. Doors hung broken from rotten frames. Rags used as windows flapped in the never ending wind.
The air was filled with the constant sound of moaning and crying. Shadow Town was the ultimate in agony and suffering, disease and deprivation.
While the Empire of Light was clearly visible, none of its light shone on the town, only its shadow.
The hooded figure of a woman, Pistis, staggered through a rotten doorway into the filthy muddy street. She stumbled through the mulch, occasionally pushing aside one of the mindless townspeople, and then stopped and looked up at the Empire of Light. She pulled back her hood to reveal a beautiful, intelligent face – very different to the furrowed, dirty brows of the other townspeople.
She shook her head at the white fortress, a realm beyond her station.
“Soon you shall have an equal…” Pistis rubbed her swollen, pregnant belly in anticipation.
Pistis stumbled away from the fortress and along a track leading towards an immense body of pitch black water. She reached the edge and fell in.
Inside the black water, Pistis tumbled and twisted in the black depths as bubbles escaped her mouth. She broke the surface, gasping for breath. Her eyes popped open from the incredible pain. She ripped off her cloak and prepared to give birth
Pistis struggled to keep afloat as contractions screamed through her body. Suddenly her arms pulled something into the air and an awful cry filled the twilight.
Pistis smiled, exhausted, as her baby, God, yelled. Behind His wrinkly, membrane covered body, the Empire of Light watched imperviously on.
“God. My little lion,” Pistis whispered to her baby.
Back in Shadow Town, Pistis, once again hooded, placed her baby, bundled in rags, on the doorstep of a hovel. She knocked loudly on the rotten wood of the door, and then quickly moved away into the darkness.
An old woman – another mindless zombie – appeared in the doorway and looked about her but saw nothing. She was just about to go back inside when she saw the baby. The old woman stooped to pick up the bundle and God's eyes opened wide. They were as black as the lake he was born in.
Years later, when God had aged considerably and had become a muscular, square faced, young man, he was sitting in a drinking pit, surrounded by several disfigured and deformed Shadow Towners. They were hanging onto every word he spoke and all of them were quite drunk.
God gestured towards the Empire of Light with his battered mug. “Bastards! What gives them the right to live there while we rot here?”
“Why do you always think there's someone in there? I've never seen anyone either coming or going.” Said a Shadow Towner in a slurred voice
“I sense it.” Said God, annoyed at being interrupted. He turned to all of his underlings. “Am I not the unborn one? If any deserve to live there, it is I, God the Lion!”
God sneered and then continued. “Am I not of Divine birth? Perhaps even from the shiny fortress itself? I, who have more power than any, will claim the Empire of Light for my own one day!”
However, unnoticed by God and His followers, sitting in the corner of the drinking pit was a hooded figure. Pistis shook her head sadly – this was not what she had intended son to become: a jealous, ignorant, brutal fool – not the Divine creation she had hoped for.
In her hands she cradled something long and sword shaped, wrapped in rags.
God awoke from his drunken sleep in a gutter. There was no day in Shadowtown, only an endless twilight. He clutched His head as His hangover took form. He sat up and realized that He was holding something in His hand – the bundle that His mother, Pistis, had been carrying.
He unwrapped the package and held up a sword that looked like evil incarnate. It was obviously not for decoration.
God inspected the hilt and found it had a lion's face embossed on it. The lion was snarling and black and seemed to have been made from a solid piece of black metal.
He then looked into His other hand and found it contained a map drawn on vellum. He watched His reflection in the black blade, and saw the Empire of Light also reflected.
He grinned with powerlust.
Following the map, God led a motley horde of Shadowtowners across deserts and endless plains until they reached an immense hill that provided a view of the entire panorama. God drove His sword down into the rocky hilltop and spread both arms, crucifix style.
“It is I who am God, and no other exists apart from me!” He shouted into the blue-black sky.
The Horde dropped to their knees and revered Him.
Time passed and the Horde increased in numbers and their major occupation became the building of a great fortress for their leader, God.
Roads were laid stretching away from the building, heading in all directions as far as the eye could see. Small towns grew until, by the time the fortress was built, it was the centre of a large Kingdom.
God’s Chaos Fortress, once completed, resembled the Empire of Light but was a grotesque parody in that every aspect exuded evil. It was obvious that God had tried to emulate the Empire of Light, but had unintentionally allowed his diseased, power-crazy mind to interfere.
The Court of the Chaos Fortress was gigantic with columns and walls decorated with dark carvings of twisted, partially-human forms engaged in all acts of depravity. At the far end was a large throne. On it sat God in his new armour.
Surrounding the walls were angels, Archangels and others, also wearing the same uniform.
The armour was similar in composition to God’s sword. It was Chaos armour. Each angel and Archangel wore the ultimate black, evil, and demonic suits of plate mail with visors and helmets designed from nightmares.
God's children – each a ruler of one of the six realms in his empire – stood before him. At that moment, only Adon the King, Prona the Virgin Daughter and Sabo were at Court.
Sabo listened patiently while his brother Adon told his father about the state of his realm.
Prona, a beautiful and bizarre mixture of Chaos and virginity, leaned on her father's knee – showing that she was obviously His favourite.
While Adon droned on, mostly supplicating his father, a herald burst into the court.
The herald was close to death from fatigue. He struggled past the demonically armoured Archangels guarding God's throne and fells to his knees before the God Himself.
“My Lord…” said the herald
“I'm God, not a Lord!”
The herald was too exhausted to care. “My… God… War has broken out in the six realms.”
God didn’t understand. “What?”
“War has brok….”
God signalled His trusted Archangel generals to overhear. “But Adon, Prona and Sabo are here!”
The herald, dying, said: “My… God… Yao, Eloai, and Orarios are under siege.”
God beat His hand with His fist. “Fool! Who is causing the disturbance?”
“It's more than a disturbance, my God.” Said the herald, slipping into a coma, “Assemble and dispatch your forces to…”
The herald died.
God kicked the dead messenger in desperation – His mind wasn't fast enough to make decisions quickly. “And with whom are we supposed to be going to war with? Eh?”
“Perhaps the Troublemaker, Divinity?” said an Archangel, nervous about addressing God when He was angry.
God was enraged at the suggestion. “What? Do my subjects not revere me? Am I not the Aleph and…”
The Archangel tried again. “Sofia is your daughter…
“Curse the day that I gave breath to her name!”
The Archangel slinked away, knowing all too well the punishment for having an argument with God.
Another messenger entered the court and knelt before God. “Your Highness, Eloai's realm has fallen! You must send troops!”
God kicked away the newly arrived herald and faced His Archangel Generals. “So be it. To war!”
The Archangels in their Chaos armour saluted their God and rallied for war. They then moved off, leaving God with His three children.
Prona's eyes moved from one General to the next with lustful intention. She licked her lips sensually.
Sabo shook his head slightly – he knew something like this would happen but he had hoped against it.
Adon instantly jumped to his father's call – as stupid as his father.
Throughout the dark countryside, the long train of God’s Chaos army meandered its way towards where Sofia and her meagre collection of troops did battle.
The scene was utter pandemonium. Sofia, in battle armour but without a helm, was in the midst of the fighting. She was beautiful and had the blood of others splattered on her.
Suddenly, a Chaos warrior swung his mace at her head. Sofia ducked and spun her body around, cutting the knight down with her sword. As she stood up again, another Chaos warrior brought his axe down towards her head. Sofia parried the blow and swung her sword to her side where another warrior was attacking.
The noise of the battle was unbelievable. Screams and the clash of metal on metal and metal on bone and flesh rang out. Bodies lay everywhere and the combatants fought over and around the dead.
Sofia looked at her troops and saw that they were losing ground to the continual push of the Chaos knights. She chopped the head off a Chaos knight, then held up her sword to rally her troops.
“In the name of Wisdom! Onwards!” She cried.
The fighting resumed and Sofia's troops were once again full of battle lust.
A long way away from the battle was Pistis’ Fortress. It looked like something between the Empire of Light and God's fortress in design. It was in 8th Heaven and the countryside was very beautiful and peaceful. While the fortress and everything in it was whitish, it did not have the purity of the Empire of Light – it was a sort of pale imitation.
In the throne room, deep inside the fortress, Pistis sat on her throne, surrounded by her own loyal Archangels. They were all watching a large screeing mirror that showed Sofia’s battle as it happened in real time.
The Archangels – seven in total – wore blue-white armour.
“It's all going wrong,” Pistis muttered to herself. “My son is naught but a blind, jealous fool. What was done must be undone before it's too late.”
Pistis looked at her Archangels, who nodded solemnly in response.
God and his children and the immense trail of his army finally arrived at the battlefield.
God called a halt by raising his sword. His troops spanned out to either side, forming a long black wall of armour that stretched as far as the eye could see. He grinned at Sabo, who smiled weakly back.
“Daughter or no daughter, Sofia will learn not to challenge my realm!” God said to His son before turning to His troops. “Destroy the Troublemaker!”
A deafening roar of agreement erupted from the Chaos troops. God raised and then lowered his sword, pointing it at the fray.
Chariots, pulled by demonic horses, thundered into battle. The long black line broke ranks as the newly-reinforced Chaos army screamed and charged towards SOFIA and her angels.
“I AM God!’ God bellowed.
God spurred his horse and charged, followed immediately by Adon.
Sabo held back for a short while and watched his father and brother. He looked sad.
On her side of the field, Sofia was drenched in sweat and blood. She finished off another Chaos knight, and then looked towards the enemy.
The sound of battle became muted as realization dawned. She saw God and his forces reinforcing her opposition. Her own insurrectionary army was dwindling rapidly. She realized that she was fighting a lost cause. She would, however, not surrender.
A new rage enveloped her and she called her battle cry, “For Wisdom!”, encouraging her troops on.
God dismounted and began hacking His way through both the enemy and His own troops to get at Sofia – who he could see occasionally in the distance.
Adon fought by his side.
“Kill the Troublemaker! Kill Sofia!” shouted God.
Sofia heard her father calling her name and she looked up to see God still far away.
And then everything froze.
The battle stopped with the combatants locked in their various poses. Even those collapsing dead and injured to the ground hung in midair. Everything went quiet. Absolute silence.
Sofia looked about her, nervously. “What magic is this?”, she wondered.
The Seven Archangels of Pistis stepped through rips in reality and appeared before Sofia, as if the battlefield was a painting.
Sofia adopted a defensive stance, ready to fight the strange knights.
The Archangels formed a circle around her but made no move to attack.
Sofia slowly turned in a circle, trying to protect herself from all angles. And then she too froze.
Pistis stepped through a rip in reality and joined her Archangels. She looked sadly at the beautiful female-knight.
“My poor Sofia, your effort was valiant, but unsuccessful.’ Said Pistis. “There will come a time when your wisdom will be needed. Yes, you still have a part to play and…” Pistis gestured towards God's frozen enraged face, “…It's best not to waste it.”
Pistis stepped up to Sofia, whose eyes moved and clearly showed her fear. Pistis smiled and then blew a mist onto the woman.
An intense blackness fell on the scene with only Sofia illogically suspended in it. Sofia began to morph into the Tree of Knowledge, her arms becoming branches, her body the trunk and her legs the roots, suspended in black nothingness, entirely alone.
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