I had a stroke 6 years ago and lost my memory. My memory has been coming back to me in chunks.

I used to know that Nephilim was the closest thing I found to explain what I and others are.

It’s why I wrote The Devil’s Children: The Silver Bard.

In that book, which was fiction, the main character was the Devil himself.  However, I changed the rules for what the Devil was.

Truth was what the Devil was interested in and the Devil was a silver soul. As you met the Devil you would see the absolute truth of your life. You would judge yourself.

The Devil wasn’t alone and had silver souls all over the place and they were the same as him.

I wrote a piece in that book.

Pleased to meet you

Those who came before me where called The Light Bringer as it was Lucifer that was the light that God first spoke into existence from the void that is God. To be that light had cut me off from God as I could only illuminate that which only God could love.

My light showed that which should never be seen.

Yes, even those things are loved by God.

In the past I could only show the temptation and be the voice in your ear that says “It’s over there, why wait?” I cast light on what was around you for you to decide what to do.

When I understood this I cursed God and took my light to the very depths to see what truly only God could love. There was no end that could be found in the void of God.

When I understood this I asked God to change me.

I asked God to let me be Silver so that I may reflect the light and be part of it and yet still know and touch God’s love and be able to peer into the void without having to see what is there and find the bliss of God’s Unconditional love.

I asked God to let me see how it was done on every other world in existence. I wanted to see if I could find the best of all the worlds to bring to my home here on Earth.

Lucifer the Light Bringer is no more.
I am Lucifer the Silver Mirror and I’m pleased to meet all of you and you can bet that if we really do ever meet, you won’t guess my name.

Now sit back and get comfortable and make sure you have plenty of light to read the tales I am about to tell.

I wrote this years ago, maybe ten or more.

I looked at the job of the Devil. In the course of this story I figured some shit out. When it came to writing Lilith, I used a woman I knew, my first wife. 

The blue of her eyes was the what had me in love from the day we met. Then it was the pale skin. She was a Gothic beauty that I still to this day haven’t seen one like her.

When we saw each other at the Chaparell, the Airmens club on Keesler Air Force Base, it was from across the room and we bee lined it to each other.

We fell in love that moment and when we came together, a shockwave hit the base.

That shockwave came from us.

I’m terrified of seeing her ever again.

She is the only human that called me Jimmy, and instead of getting pissed off, I did whatever she said.

I don’t know how I would feel if I ever saw her again. 

It’s been more than 30 years since I last saw her, and I still feel like I did when we first met when I think about her.

Do I truly want to see her again?

I don’t know and that terrifies me.

As I wrote this stuff about her, I’m a believer by Neil Diamond was playing.

Now, I’m gonna be by the proclaimers is playing.

This is how I felt about her.

And the thing is we got married under the eyes of The Goddess. The Goddess didn’t divorce us when we split up.

We never did a divorce ritual. 

As far as I know, we’re still married.

My other marriages all lasted for a year and half. 

Because it wasn’t her.

I had tried to break my vows and I worked at breaking my vows, and from what I remember, I don’t get to break my vows until we see each other one last time.

It’s why I’m celibate for more than 11 years.

My memory is coming back in chunks. 

This chunk, I don’t know how I feel about it.

But if I search for her name in the universe, I get she doesn’t want me to use her name.  I feel her even though I can’t see her.

She’s grateful I’m not using her name.

She used to be able to put up a wall to keep me from getting into her mind, I’ve gotten a lot stronger since then and now I’m in there whenever I want. There’s nothing she can do about it, which pisses her off something fierce.

Oh well. Chalk it up to another I pissed off.

What’s she gonna do, find me?

She’s had 30 years to do that. 

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.