|This is not philosophy, instructive or informative. How would a Satanist interpret the Footprints event if he was in God's place in the story; if he was the LORD.|
|One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him, and the other to the LORD.|
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."
The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
There are times I look back on painful childhood memories. Those times when you are most alone, most at war with circumstances. But look at me now... I have survived. I am strong, stable, mature, and loved. I can look back over my own history with understanding.
With my new found strength I look back at my hardest moment and I think... 'What I would have then given to have the strength and knowledge that I have now'
And I realize that I required no help in those times... there was nothing or no-one to prop me up or carry me. All of that fine walk was me alone... but what of the two sets of footprints?
The other set, present during calmer times, was my dream. The dream of myself in the future... I dreamt I would overcome all of today's problems to fight another day. The person by my side who carried me was my own dream... my escatological self! The powerful me that I knew would be.
It is the belief in myself that kept me going, my saviour was always present whether I knew it or not. If I was saved by another I would not have healed as I have!
Hail Lucifer, my eternal self light!