Screwtape Lost and Found – The Value of Acquaintances
Demons like human acquaintances for their ability to appear important to the more vulnerable. A cafe and lattes are perfect scenarios for a corporate acquaintance to demonstrate his importance to an old uni friend, who is now a cleaner. While their demons work one way, in different situations they are working another. More
Demons like human acquaintances for their ability to appear important to the more vulnerable. A cafe and lattes are perfect scenarios for a corporate acquaintance to demonstrate his importance to an old uni friend, who is now a cleaner. While their demons work one way, in different situations they are working another.
Vain Demons like to think that their superior charges in which they inhabit easily corrupt vulnerable people. The Demons in these targets are no less vain, but for reasons of weakness and naivety. Now the Enemy’s likeness to these unequal types of persons has always been questionable, ever since the fall of the perfect Adam and Eve. And that their progeny are born imperfect, importing their sins from opportunistic Demons warranted by the Enemy Himself. And has not self conscious humanity tried in vain to clean up after their sins ever since? And to compensate for guilt and self loathing, have not Demons sown vanity into such shifting personalities of mass humanity?
Screwtape would like nothing more than the vulnerable to be easy pickings to superior Demons professional in the ways of temptation. Screwtape might think that the skeptical and sophisticated, unafraid of the enemy’s dark side, are not to be bothered with. But wait Screwtape; you know there are many who like it both ways! Screwtape need only look at those officials seeking to turn weaker minds toward their way of darkness in the Enemy’s own backyard. These superior persons might love the Enemy by showing fine characteristics of faith, hope and charity, but they’ll do anything to gain satisfaction. They may faithfully subscribe to institutions purporting to represent the Enemy, but they could well be the grandest hypocrites on the planet. A never-ending story in itself, which is rooted in greed and lustful ways; and where their triumphant Demons deserve the highest of praise. What a masterstroke for the Enemy’s institutions to say that they own all necessary knowledge! And they have done with it what they wilt. The happiest Demons are those that have thrived in the minds of the biggest tellers of lies.
Demons look for compatriots for their vain charges. They like to foster trust in the subtle nods and winks and smiles between individuals who set themselves apart from the masses. You see them in exclusive sporting and intellectual clubs. You see them in business all the time. Piety should also be exclusive. It works best when egos go picking bitter fruits off it. Demons like a bit of piety themselves. They do. Why, for instance, are their earthy anuses sometimes the circumference of a watermelon? Well, when they want to appear pious they can stick their tails up there. That way, when they appear in human form, they look every bit the humble ones.
It is over a cup of latte in a swank café that a particular Demon is looking to tempt a vulnerable individual, a cleaner and an acquaintance of a yuppie corporate sitting opposite. Both are dressed smartly but casually. The yuppie’s power is in he who sees no other life worth living than that of the corporate life. The vulnerable cleaner, for the old friends’ sake (they were at university together), imagines in the conversation, being reincarnated into a corporate triffid; and feeding with other corporate triffids on losers and the inferior, with the help of their Demons of course. The latte and the atmosphere induce a quiet discomfort. The two might have been friends once, but their individual Demons serve different purposes now. And while the two pretend to be who they think they are, each of their Demons is ramming the point home: that latte conversations are one sided and dominant. And a vulnerable listener with low self esteem, cedes, which his Demons help, the opinions of the dominant speaker.