How to use Satan.

Having eaten from the tree of knowledge with my wonderful wife, I soon became aware I had to be careful around the owners of the trees and their fruits. We thought it wise to allow them to think they had fooled us so we could keep our lives so played along with their stories of having cultivated that area, but we would never be free to leave what we had thought was like a paradise - we are sorry if you have not understood what is written between the lines of the records we wanted to keep as a warning, but the cultivators have censored everything we tried to keep.

Living in a circumstance that limits us in what we can teach our children has taxed out nomadic culture and culled the experience we would have had with this beautiful planet, but the time we get to spend with our kids is enriched through stories passed down from our elders - all with an individual flair to them according to the places they travelled. Our number had grown and we found the need to break off into smaller groups and over the years subcultures evolved, but we would cross paths at certain times of the year and celebrate. The time we can spend with our kids can be taxing as we assure them we are going to be ok, we have taught the children as best we could, but their hearts are broken by our choice to be slaves. I reach out to my fellow nomads with the song for the setting sun, the celebration of the wine and close dance, with the summer nights and fire light.

I found in my attempt at opposition and rebellion against the cultivators that my children would suffer, they were picked on by the owners and set against each other. One of our sons worked at the cultivators settlement learning to be a soldier, he had become conceited and violent toward his brother who was closer to us and had killed him, we did not teach our sons to be offensive and our culture is one where we keep moving and are better at negotiating than we are at fighting to the death. After much contemplation I realized the influence of the cultivators had surpassed ours concerning the children - their tools and weaponry were a technology that could not travel with the stars, the moon or the sun, so I had little hope of building any spirit of flight from their weapon wielding oppression and farms, and this is why we write.

I wanted to use our spirit of opposition for a good cause, a cause that would guide us in love - that would bring light and energy to an earth moving story that would carry through the years to come and guide us in our choice for life, love and travel, making it all so good. I made Satan, a spoiled child - a child who had everything he could ever want and more, he would show the world what was to come from bad parenting... but the cultivators got hold of the direction and shaped it to influence people to the image they would capitalize on. The love that had made an enemy of Satan would carry on throughout history - the cultivators rubbing it in my face, embittering we that I slave even harder.

Those fruits we ate were ones that grew on a tree that we had thought were to be eaten, until we were seen by soldiers and tried to hide, we had heard of them in fireside stories that made us fear, so we knew they could kill us. They had huge structures with laws going beyond love to an extreme we never knew, this structured life that was never meant for us has been forced upon us, we were like so many others making our way here and there, this was our freedom - to love to explore. So be careful of this trap, hold on to vision of what is under those stars as they travel in the sky at night, they're the ones that can hold our destiny - our freedom, and make us aware of just how important it is to explore for yourself and put your experience in the story of life.