A couple of weeks passed and nothing had resulted due to what I had told Mom. I hoped that she did understand how important it was that she didn’t tell Dad all I had confessed to her.
Paleo had come to me several times, and our love-making was just as wonderful as ever. In fact, it seemed to be more splendid each time he took me in his arms.
I missed him terribly when he didn’t come, but I also was happy to know that he would return to me as soon as he could. Just knowing I had him in my life made all the difference in the world.
I was so thankful to Father Satan for Paleo. Father was so good to me. I can’t explain it where anyone can really fathom the depths of the love I have for Father. The difference being is that He is real! He loves his family! He takes care of us, and in ways that never cease to amaze me. And not only that, He sees to it we receive many blessings that we aren’t even expecting. I shake my head in wonderment often. He is so thoughtful. Even when He is as busy as He is, He still takes the time to do the little things for us. He truly is a loving God!
Knowing how truly good Father is and how much He loves us, I often get upset when I am reminded of all the filth and lies that are continuously being spread about Him and His wonderful demons. I hate it when I come across a drawing of a red monster with horns, holding a pitchfork in his hands, or a depiction of someone’s horrible rendition of a demon, especially an incubus or succubus. Some depictions are so monstrous that they could frighten grown men. Ridiculous! All the demons I have met or ever encountered briefly are either the most beautiful beings one could ever feast their eyes on, or they are the cute, spunky little dwarves like my friend, Cal.
What people don’t consider: demons and angels are the same beings. It’s kind of like politics. We have republicans and democrats in the United States. Well, in the supernatural world, we have demons and angels. Same species, just opposite sides of the fence!
There is no reason to think that Father Satan aka Ea-Enki is any less beautiful then he was in the very beginning! If only people would think for themselves. There are a few who do, but not many. Most folks blindly go where they are told to go, and just as blindly believe what they are told to believe.
One of Father’s main things He tells his family: Question everything!”
There are so many people out there plagued with guilt over things they should not have any guilt for. Sex is the life-force of all creation! It is not something ugly! It is beautiful and to be cherished! Being a woman is not something to be ashamed of. We don’t need to hide our faces! We don’t need to hide our legs! And why not wear pants? They are far more comfortable than skirts and dresses and so much easier to move around in. Father loves us! He made us! We are His children biologically. We carry His DNA within our bodies!
At the same time, we women should respect what Father has given us. We should honor our bodies, and not dress in a manner that is deliberately, overly, enticing, unless it is for a desired mate. Still we can and should take pride in looking our very best, for ourselves and for our own sense of well-being.
I can’t help it. I get really upset when I come across the lies that face us daily. I wonder that Father can be such a gentle and loving God in the face of all the lies that are constantly being said about Him. Still, He remains the most wonderful being anyone could ever know.
I had been rearranging some books on the different religions and mythologies of the world and stopped to browse through one I had not noticed before. It was about Jesus, and was written by Acharya S aka D.M. Murdock. I had already read several of her books and knew them to be well-researched and written. I thought I might check it out later. She is just one of many scholars I had read over the past year while learning the truth about Father. I do not believe she is a Satanist, but she is known to be very thorough in researching the truth.
Miranda called my name. A long line had formed in front of her. She was swamped. She indicated with a nod to three girls and a couple of boys of middle-school age standing in the back of the line. I rushed over and had the school kids form a second line.