The Dragon hisses:
« Bite, man, bite into the fruit which will make you a god ». And you bite. You are eating your condemnation. You develop a semi-divine ingeniousness, it is true; you have wrested many secrets from the universe and have enslaved the forces of nature. But, lacking the counterpoise of love, your knowledge has become only destructive power. And Satan hisses his joy because in your discoveries he sees his sign alone.
You fight each other with your bodies. But in reality it is souls that engage in mutual combat. You fight at the command of four or five powerful men. You think it’s that way. No. Only one is the executor of this ruin. One who is on the earth because you want him there, but he is not of this earth. It is Satan that pulls the strings of this slaughter, in which more souls than bodies die. And you, who are no longer able to love, serve him in proper fashion and butcher each other and curse the one who is not to blame for this misfortune of yours …
Do not deny the existence of Satan, children, who perish from always denying, denying everything. He is not a fantasy of silly women or a medieval superstition. He is a true reality. Satan exists. And he is tireless in evil. Satan roams about you like a roaring lion and acts in darkness to carry you to himself.
Lucifer, as a creature, moves towards intelligence, observing and seizing him up. As a creature acquires the ability to will and to think- that is, beyond seven years of age – he increases his attention and begins his teaching. The angelic ministry instructs and leads spirits with words of light. The Satanic ministry instructs and instigates spirits with words of darkness. It is a never-ending struggle. One will be the winner. Between the two who battle, however, there is a third one, who, at heart, is the most important personage. There is the man the two are battling over. Man, free to follow his will and endowed with intelligence and reason, furnished with the incalculable power of …
He takes advantage of pain, need, abandonment and disappointments and leaps like a panther on your amazed, grieved weakness of the moment, hoping to defeat you, then to make up for all the times you have defeated him.
The means? Numberless. The method? One alone: That of a benevolent lying sweetness, of a reasoned, placid word and of an appearance of friendship that helps, that wants to be helpful.
Have you received assaults? And you still will, and many, and more, and more clever. Oh, what acrimony towards Me and you!