Posts Tagged ‘Lucifer’

Neil Gaimen in his epic Sandman series created a Lucifer character, that has its own television show. The premise is a simple buddy-cop show with meta-physic twists- bored with Hell, Lucifer takes a holiday, he cuts off his wings and starts a nightclub in L.A.. At the end of Season 2 his wings had returned. In Season 3 he is self-harming cutting them off. His brother, Amendial from the Heavenly Host, also on Earth, points out that it is a great moment as it means Father has forgiven him, and that means anyone can be forgiven. Lucifer wanted none of that, as he did not trust why. Later Amendial, and Lucifer’s therapist, Dr. Linda Martin, gather up the evidence of the Divine on Earth (the wings Lucifer had just left around his penthouse), bag them up and have a Divine Dumpster Fire as Dr. Martin phrases it.

Why does this come to mind? Thanks to the Public Library I am currently enjoying the third season, but it ties into Pseudo-Paul’s final exhortations in the Epistle of 2 Timothy, an ongoing examin of conscience:

I charge you in the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead, and by his appearing and his kingdom:preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching. For the time is coming when people will not endure sound[a] teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths. As for you, always be sober-minded, endure suffering, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry.

For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.

Do your best to come to me soon. 10 For Demas, in love with this present world, has deserted me and gone to Thessalonica. Crescens has gone to Galatia,[b] Titus to Dalmatia. 11 Luke alone is with me. Get Mark and bring him with you, for he is very useful to me for ministry.12 Tychicus I have sent to Ephesus. 13 When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas, also the books, and above all the parchments. 14 Alexander the coppersmith did me great harm; the Lord will repay him according to his deeds. 15 Beware of him yourself, for he strongly opposed our message. 16 At my first defense no one came to stand by me, but all deserted me. May it not be charged against them!17 But the Lord stood by me and strengthened me, so that through me the message might be fully proclaimed and all the Gentiles might hear it. So I was rescued from the lion’s mouth. 18 The Lord will rescue me from every evil deed and bring me safely into his heavenly kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever. Amen.

19 Greet Prisca and Aquila, and the household of Onesiphorus. 20 Erastus remained at Corinth, and I left Trophimus, who was ill, at Miletus. 21 Do your best to come before winter. Eubulus sends greetings to you, as do Pudens and Linus and Claudia and all the brothers.[c]

22 The Lord be with your spirit. Grace be with you.[d]

-Epistle of 2 Timothy 4:1-22 (English Standard Version)

Too many look upon the concept of examin of conscience at the end of a day as the making of a f’up (sin) list. Where it is truly a mulling (yes I mull quite well, just ask my former bosses, it was always a scary moment) of what has happened. Good, bad or indifferent and what it means for you in the journey and the community. It is also partly about knowing those who are authentic with you that you can trust, and will walk with you in life regardless of circumstance. Also acknowledging those that walk away, and that it usually has nothing to do with you.

It is understanding that we got where we are in life, not by our own self-determination and pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, but by a village. When I would teach the history of poverty in general studies at Mount Royal University, the first question I would ask the first years is how they got to that class today. Most would talk about working hard in school, and getting good marks. I would break it down more basic, explain the morning journey- walk to the bus, get on the bus (or in the car) did you pour the sidewalk? Did you make the bus/car? Did you build the room you are sitting in? Did you educate the professor? Did you educate your classmates? Did you just know by osmosis all the knowledge of the world to qualify for post-secondary? Did a shelter miraculously appear around you when you just appeared in the world? What you had parents? Or family? Or an institutional support network? Government? Teachers? Hospitals? Schools?

Knowing yourself is knowing that you have not gotten where you are alone. This is part of the examin of conscience knowing who built you up. Who laid the roads and sidewalks you took. Who guided and abided. Who saw the light for this path within you, and encouraged it to continue to shine.

Also, it can be a deeper examining of where you are at vocationally and is it still a fit. This is where those that support you come in. The looking upon the positive. Those that encourage and challenge growth, and are also those that bring laughter and love into life. The examin of conscience Pseudo-Paul alludes to is a tool of understanding self, and those that may be blood family or chosen family, but become your tribe for the pilgrimage of life.

Who is your tribe?


I Love Luci

Posted: November 12, 2016 by Ty in Musings, Spirituality
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Comics have always shaped my understanding of the world. Same can be said for sci-fi (ala Star Trek) and mysteries (Holmes and Mrs. Fletcher to name but a few), but comics have been the standard since I got a copy of the Star Trek III adaptation and the Last Star Fighter. Heroes/villains, and other types of stories.

During my time in Bible College and the early days of forming youth ministries a few series spoke into my meta-narrative aside from the usual reads of the time (Green Arrow, Avengers, Superman, etc). These included Starman, Sandman, Preacher, Hellblazer and a new creation of Mike Carey’s… Lucifer.

In the beginning… The angel Lucifer was cast out of Heaven and condemned to rule Hell for all eternity. Until he decided to take a vacation…

That simple phrase opened the first issue, and is still used to open the new Fox television series, that examines what it means that “the Devil made me do it” for as Luci is first to point out, we have scape goated this fallen angel in our culture to remove responsibility for the choices that free will gives us. Think about it, it is not the ancient stories that have shaped our understanding of this character, but rather writings of Dante and John Milton, and other 20th century blasphemies around tribulations and raptures.

This is the undercurrent of the series. It addresses what the character of Lucifer, Morningstar, Satan, the Devil was all about in ancient stories (most easily seen in the story of Job, but still shining they’re in the Gospels of some long-haired guy from Nazareth). That is as a simple tempter, tester, laying out all choices before you, and then seeing where your desire leads you, and what the consequence of that choice will become.

It sometimes is for good, sometimes for ill. What makes the choices different is where we let our light fully shine, or not. What do we allow ego to control because we will not look outside our own selfishness? Is that a moment when we seek the scape goat? Instead of simply seeking the higher self? The Christ within? The Love that drives us?

So truly, I was looked oddly upon reading a series called Lucifer, and even was asked while watching the show and laughing is it blasphemous to enjoy it so much?

No, it is entertainment, with undercurrents that cause pause and reflection. It is a truly excellent use of satire and mythology for enjoyment on one level, and if you want to go deeper to another level can see the character layers that exist. The layers that can be looked at and go, what truly is evil? But more importantly what truly is free will?

Even confined to the wheel chair, Natan looked like he was about to keel over. Sax had the not so impressed face a spouse gets when the other life partner does what is not in their health’s best interest. But here Natan was, had wheeled himself through the tunnel that connected the shop to the back yard double wide trailer they called home. Speare notes it is one other home he had never been in, much like this being the first time he had ever actually met Natan.

Sax moves from the seat and kisses his soul on the forehead tenderly, he doesn’t even have to ask simply grabs a tumbler and pours three fingers of scotch into the glass. Natan takes it in his long fingers, his skin tone is literally red, not racist red as when one spoke of Aboriginals back at colonizations, no – this was fire truck red or Satan red that his skin was toned as. Speare had always assumed that Sax had been joking when he would call his husband the son of Satan or sprung from the loins of Lucifer.

With the new information Speare was still processing the not necessarily new information, but confirmation of things he had believed around alien contact and governmental conspiracy up to this point on this case.

“You want to know about the borderland.” Natan rasped out.

Speare simply nodded, not wanting to have to extend anything more than necessary. Natan sipped on his drink, and from the little grin Sax gave his spouse, Speare could’ve sworn the red skinned man pinched his husband’s butt.

“It was a crazy time in the bunker, and then I noted the sparks behind MacCurtis’ eyes, the false mask coming off in a split second as he went insane. It was time.” Natan went on as he nursed his drink to walk through the psychic battle. Believing he was battling an alien entity that had presented as a Norse God, only to discover on the borderlands. “It was not about pushing him back into Valhalla, or a wormhole so he could go home. But rather it was a Nephilim, those that many ancient races had risen up to do away with. This soul had hidden away on the Ark, the storehouse of DNA samples before the great catastrophe.”

Speare noted that he needed to catch up on Ancient Aliens to be able to follow this case better. “Yet this parasite had lodged itself in MacCurtis and needed to be rooted out. Took all I had to exorcise if you prefer that word, as the gate to Valhalla was closing.”

“You pulled the Nehilim out and tossed it in?” Speare asked.

Natan’s dry lips cracked a smile as he finished off his drink. “I put his head into the portal before it closed.” A very cold chill ran down Speare’s spine, like a full body brain freeze realizing what Natan had stated. This youngish man had essentially wielded the power to destroy and ancient entity. “At which point MacCurtis who was already de-aging, and myself crashed back into the bunker. Slick had hot wired himself and a rescue team back in. We were flown back to The Agency’s HQ in Winnipeg, debriefed, and I guess to keep with the religious tones of Martyrs, de-frocked.”

“We were decommissioned, and pensioned off back into civilian life at that point Speare. I stayed with Natan until he was discharged from the hospital and we used our monies to buy this piece of paradise.” Sax said. “You already know what happened to MacCurtis, Malcolm vanished. Far as we knew Daemon and Reesa vanished off the grid to wed and pop out babies.”

Speare stroked his whiskers, as he looked at the man in the wheel chair. Chalk white hair down to his shoulders, Vulcan like ears. “What’s your story that seems almost unbelievable what you pulled off within the borderland?”

“My story is simple, I am part-alien, part-human. My mother mated with what the Hebrew Bible would reference as Lucifer. And that is why I was able to tap into the cosmic power to deal with the Nephilim.” Natan stated as one would list their monthly bills to be paid.

Speare nodded, let out a low whistle. Somehow this didn’t seem to shock anymore, he was getting used to rolling with the reveals, like a bad reality television show trying to stave off cancellation.

“So the Slick that saved you, that was Jacqueline’s dad?” Speare asked.

Sax and Natan exchanged quizzical looks and it was Sax that spoke. “Jake “Shades” Slick, was a man-whore, but he never produced a child. The only Jacqueline we knew was…”

“Reesa. It was her first na—“ Natan could not finish the sentence before the fist slammed into the back of his head.