Paradise View of the Demon Realms:
Unenlightened Bardo Realms ~
In the Demon Realms the denizens think nothing of killing and devouring their fellow beings, even when they understand that their victims are self-aware and feel pain just as the demons do. Demons eat flesh not because they have to, but because they choose to. They train their young to desire the burned flesh of others, so that it seems a natural right for them to needlessly slaughter other beings at their whim.
Demons even call the enslavement of terrified beings (whose unavoidable destinies are proclaimed to be nothing more meaningful than to further fatten the demons’ stomachs) a noble ‘pastoral enterprise’, as they destroy Paradise to fatten their herds and turn fertile soil-rich lands full of diverse life-forms into the barren wastelands of the Demon Realms. The rest of their food is tainted, half-rotted and often entirely contrived from waste products and toxic chemicals.
In the Demon Realms there is no clean fresh water. The demons add poisons to it before they drink it and swim in chemical-laden water laced with their own urine and excrement.
In the Demon Realms there is neither silence nor peace. Noise envelopes the demonic hordes in a numbing cocoon and their time is crammed full with needless stress and pointless – but destructive – activity. They never have enough time to really reflect on their existence or have a chance of changing it. Their overloaded senses become dulled and jaded and the demons crave ever more empty diversions and entertainments with ever-escalating levels of death, violence and other vividly distracting passions.
In the Demon Realms there is no object or living thing that hasn’t been placed there by demons. They all live inside the concretised manifestations of their demonic minds, never seeing anything created and planted by Nature. Everything they see, hear, smell, taste or touch has been erected by other demons.
In the Demon Realms they breathe smoke, poisons and fumes in an all-pervasive translucent cloud of sulfurous brimstone. They heat and chill the air with infernal combustion machines that add toxic chemicals and poisonous vapours to their atmospheres, and almost everything is powered by machinery that poisons their air all the more. The more cunning and thoughtless demons blow hot, dead air and smoke out of their edifices, into the lungs of those who cannot afford to do the same to them.
The demons see the world as their oyster – not as a priceless pearl – and say it is their right to destroy the beauty and bounty of nature – which they call ‘resources’. They expand the Demon Realms into the shrinking sanctuaries of Paradise with their endless rapacious activity. They believe that might makes right and that those with chunks of glittering metal torn from the Earth’s bosom deserve to rule and devour whatever they will. They believe that the demon with the biggest gun has the inherent right to all power. They believe that God is on all their sides when they slaughter each other, and they are all correct in that belief.
In the Demon Realms the chief demons make continual war on each other to keep their demonic forces well entrained to be able to wage more war, terror and death. The tribal demons fight for illusory symbols like flags and totems, to give them more power to release their hidden fears, bigotries and hatreds on everyone else. The greatest killers are praised as heroes.
In the Demon Realms no-one can trade or participate in life without using imaginary symbols of Power inscribed on paper, metal or congealed oil. Their emperor has no clothes but it’s mandatory to praise his glittering raiment.
In the Demon Realms everything not forbidden soon becomes compulsory.
In the Demon Realms everyone is ill and delusional, out of touch with Nature and their own true natures. Most demons inexorably kill themselves with their daily suicidal behaviour and rarely live more than a single century.
In the Demon Realms there are a few angels working to save Paradise and help elevate all beings with their true potential.
They need YOU. Follow the rainbow – along the Green middle path which leads through its centre!
Today; a silver perch leaping from the stream, over and over, following a dragonfly as it leapt from its element in pursuit of known unknowns. A grey falcon swoops on the flock of guinea fowl and the peacocks ruffle their feathers. Black cockatoos greet the coming storm with loud articulate screeches that carry sentences of meaning with every second’s squawk.
We move timber and stone, soil and sand, and an old cast iron bathtub. A logger comes to see if there are and ‘cheap’ trees ‘for sale’. A few more trees go into the ground when he’s gone, as Emerald catbirds and Wompoo pigeons celebrate his departure.
“See that mirror surface?” I say to Dave as we rest for a few minutes beneath the reforming rainforest canopy. The deep pool has stilled as the storm bird begins its escalating cry. “See that meniscus forming on the surface like a lens?”
“Sure,” Dave replies. “Just like a slightly curved mirror.”
“The water’s literally bulging upward toward the waters above – it’s an electrical phenomenon if you like, as the water strains to make contact with itself. It’s a fairly certain sign that we’re about to have a thunderstorm…” A few ripples begin to form on the still surface. “Are they falling up, do you suppose?”
The lightning arrives thirty seconds later.
Paradise is a forest – just beyond the open field of your vision in the Demon Realms – and all demons are forgetful angels.
- R. Ayana
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