Just read a post in which someone wrote a letter to the devil…

…complaining about how he makes them doubt and question all the gifts/blessings given to them by their god.

I fail to see how this is a problem.

That’s what Lucifer does—he drives personal growth by making you question everything. It’s your choice whether you use that doubt as hindrance or inspiration. So what if he brings up those uncomfortable questions regarding your loyalty or devotion to your god? He does it to his own devotees, too. And more often than not, those questions either lead to a renewed, more stable faith or one more suitable to your beliefs. Although he may not agree with the actions or mindset of your god, that doesn’t mean the doubts he plants are there to sever that connection—whether you want to be a devotee of that god is your choice and yours alone, which is ultimately the point he’s usually trying to get across in these situations. Unfortunately, a lot of times it seems that many are unable to see it as an independent choice, whether due to how they were brought up or taught to believe, or because of the concepts of sin and salvation that bind through guilt.

In short, healthy doses of skepticism, doubt, and uncertainty aren’t bad things—stop seeing them as personal attacks against yourself and your faith and use them instead to your advantage.

/end rant

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Difficult Questions

I think the hardest thing about being one of Lucifer’s own is the fact that he encourages doubt and skepticism, he encourages challenging one’s own beliefs.
Its hard enough having my own subconscious nag at me about whether or not I’m making him up, but also having him watch my inner turmoil and asking even more difficult questions?
I guess that’s why it took me so long to get rid of the agnostic title. Deep down, at the core of my beliefs, I think I’ll always be agnostic—always toeing the line between faith and doubt. For the most part, I’ve learned to accept that, and simply choose to believe despite my uncertainty.
But then, he starts asking me even more difficult questions—questions I don’t want to think about, questions that have the ability to destroy the system of belief that I have built for myself.
Questions that can tear apart my relationship with him.
And so I’m forced to face up to these fears and doubts, forced to question his intentions, and forced to ask myself why I do his Work.
I’m forced to question my devotion to him.
I’m waiting for the day where these questions will not strengthen my faith, but bring it crumbling down.
And I think he is too.
But for now, I accept this skepticism and doubt as another part of my Work, another tool for personal and spiritual growth.