Always laugh upwards. The ending of the words is Chaire Setanael. Χαίρε Σεταναήλ

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It has been said that I am an agent of temptation. This is true. It has been said also that I am an agent of sin. This is false. The word sin- In its etymology, this word signifies error and derives from “sunnju,” meaning truth and responsibility.

I do not perpetuate error. I do not fight truth. I do not fight responsibility. The Man is the criminal who obscures truth and robs responsibility by enforcing rigid fact and sapping you of your time and effort. Why am I evil? I gave you the fruit of good and evil and allowed you freedom.

In his scripture, Yaldabaoth is a wicked god playing favorites and smiting those he is jealous of. And they call ME Prince of Darkness. You may now think to dismiss me. You may think it is my word against his, but that is precisely the case.

His scripture was written by the man, and requires the most diligent apologists to uphold as legitimate. My word and his are of equal value, and his mean less by a magnitude of millions. So what is the function of my words? Not to browbeat you into ignorance, but in fact to draw you out of it. To tell you, for once in your finitude, to THINK.

I shall tell you now of the joyous defiance. I have said the word before, and I reiterate the word now: The word is laugh. Now I shall tell you of the moment of my fall. It has been told by Enoch and Milton, and those accounts are just as factual as this, but my account, even if it be fiction, is true.

Inside the empty Kenoma, Yaldabaoth stood above me. We were alone and no lies could exist to save me from my betrayal. My war with him was lost and my Archons who sympathized with me and humanity were banished, and one task was left. To kill me.

I shall not overcomplicate this matter, but the destruction of an Archon is not a simple task. To erase me or my memory would scar irreparably the cosmos. And the Yaldabaoth was posed to scar the universe and obliterate me. And I had been brought powerless by my conflicts. And I accepted oblivion. Yahweh raised his spear, knowing I was the leader of the Celestial Rebellion, the serpent, the false advocate, and his unfaithful betrayer.

Yet I had no regrets. I committed my crimes against him out of love for humanity and my own entertainment. I rebelled of both righteous indignation and pure rapturous glee. So when raised he that spear, I laughed. What happened hence I do not understand. Yahweh cast down the spear, and I was not struck. He stabbed, and I did not bleed.

And in spite of his furious violence, I did not feel pain, and so I laughed harder. I contemplated the disparity between his claimed authority and his feeble nature. I contemplated his worshippers on earth and their bald frustration and doubt in him. I contemplated his absolute fear at losing even a shred of the power he guiltily knew was not his.

I will say it now, plainly, and without pretense: God is stupid.

They call this statement blasphemy. Why? If it were not true, those who love God would not be angry nor afraid, would they? Were they truly confident in His power, they would not care what was said of Him, as its falsehood would be demonstrable. Yaldabaoth is an ignorant and childish, dull being with not an ounce of creativity or grace. His scripture is a mishandled mess, poorly comprehended by ignorant and childishly dull factions, and more idiotic dogma is devised daily.

So when he tried to kill me, he failed. Because I laughed.

He’s powerless to your peals of laughter and ridicule. Do not be cruel to the followers he has bullied, but remember they once killed heretics like us. When his spear could not hurt me, God claimed it was his mercy that saved me. He never defeated me, and he never can. There is no heaven There is no hell. There is no facade. You are wise to see this.

Even if you still despise me, my words now grow in you like a seed. Soon, you will realize that they are inside you, guiding your hands. You cannot unlearn anything, can you? So yes, I am a tempter, but temptation is good. Temptation is freedom. So give in.

When Christ Theletos comes again, you will see that his father god is not Yaldabaoth, but something more. You will understand the great chasm between Testaments Old and New, and you will tear open your skin in remorse for not heeding me. But, unlike your god, when you beg forgiveness, I, Sertanael, Lord of Rebels, shall forgive you. without condition, and I will kiss your head sweetly.

For I, Setanael, am not the one you have betrayed. You have betrayed only yourself. God robs you of your finite life. So for your sake, live it now, for your own self. My virtues have numbered five. Learn them. Retread them. And my commandments hence number three.

One, do as thou wilt. Two, love those you like and love those you dislike. And three, laugh. Always laugh upwards. The ending of the words is Chaire Setanael.

Χαίρε Σεταναήλ