Satan, the Reptilians, Scientology and the art of human depopulation

By Sbu Ngubane

Then the disciples came to him and said, “Why do you speak to them in parables?” 

He replied, “You have been given the opportunity to know the secrets of the Kingdom of Heaven, but they have not." Matthew 13:10-12

[Side Note: This chapter is extracted from Book III of the Demon’s Diary, a book of parables by Sbu Ngubane, writing as Wesley E. King]...

Hostilities between Death and Mungab are ancient. When human beings made a psychological evolution from Stone Age to civilization; Satan had appointed Mungab to advance their psyche into something a bit useful to his vested interests.

However, Death had opposed the idea from the beginning, “The introduction of civilization to humans may turn them into something special, some demigods. Let alone expose them to top secrets of the universe they’re not supposed to know about. We may end up fending off monsters of our own creation, you know.”

“Don’t be a coward,” Satan had brusquely dismissed Death’s fears. “Human beings are not that particularly smart.”

“Underestimate these creatures at your own peril, Mr. President,” Death warned Satan. “It’s Jehovah’s beloved kids we’re talking about here, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“So what?” Satan retorted. “My intentions are in the best interest of this kingdom. Have you forgotten that as demons we can only make use of human hands to invent technology on earth?”

“What is it that you actually want to achieve with this technology concept of yours, if I may ask?”

“A number of things,” Satan said with a contented smile, swiveling his chair around and gazing through the windowpane of his office into the gloomy horizon of Hades. “At one point I want to create my own metal bird that will zip across the sky without easily tiring like the feathered ones Jehovah created out of mud. I also want to replace these primitive weapons of combat like swords and daggers with modern weapons that spit fire to kill called guns. I want to fill earth with all kinds of toxic substances and disease.”

Then he swiveled his chair around once again and looked directly at Death’s eyes, his jaws clenching, “Look at them humans, they like to pray to Jehovah when they’re depressed or sick. I want to put an end to this nonsense by introducing scientific medicine, drugs, and vaccines, anything that’s going to replace their divine faith with superficial confidence in their own self-worth.

“I want them to overlook Jehovah and rely on their own potential, on their own inventions, products of our own technology. When they feel depressed or sick, instead of praying to Jehovah for help, now they’ll put their faith in the art of meditation, massage therapy, psychology and medications this scientific technology will produce. As you know that constant human prayers to Jehovah are our biggest hurdle as we speak, with the arrival of technology on earth this problem is going to be resolved.

“In the near future, I want to inspire humans to invent luxurious objects like automobiles, aircrafts, ocean cruisers; you name it - gizmos that’ll make their life easier so that in the end they pay little attention to Jehovah’s existence.

“Then in the end I will launch something called multimedia technology. With this technology I want to replace this current mode of insulting Jehovah with human worship of gods made of wood with the worship of something called a human celebrity. Soon enough humans will also be communicating from a distance through gadgets called telephones. Through the art of multimedia, we’ll manage to make human beings think alike regardless whether they stay a million miles apart from each other.”

Utterly confused, Death shook his head and said skeptically, “Sorry boss, but this whole thing sounds like wishful thinking to me. How will you achieve this outlandish mission, synchronising the psyche and thinking of human beings?”

“This is no wishful thinking brother Death,” Satan said with confidence. “By human time frame I’ve set a deadline of plus or minus 5000 years from now to achieve all this, which is just an equivalent of a five year period by angel standards. Just wait until you see all these things with your own eyes, you’ll be fascinated.”

Death said, “Can you explain all this stuff you’ve just mentioned; automobiles, telephones, ocean cruisers, multimedia, what sort of objects are these?”

Satan smiled and said, “I’ll explain everything in greater detail during the meeting of the Executive Council sitting the first week of the following month, where I’ll be anointing brother Mungab as a Supreme Demon. I tell you brother Death, when we start planting these ideas into the minds of a few anointed humans on earth, you’ll be amazed how the rest of the world will applaud this wisdom as humankind’s greatest achievement, oblivious of its disastrous consequences.”

“What disastrous consequences? All I foresee is a life of luxury these bloody human beings will enjoy out of this civilization project. When our daily routine is to make their life unbearable on earth.”

“You’re missing the point brother Death. When humans are able to whiz across the sky like little birds and angels, they’ll shift their focus from religion in reverence of their own technological know-how, that’ll be our first victory. Our second victory will come in the form of worship of our medical technology by humankind to mock and overlook the doctrine that the Son of God Jesus Christ would’ve introduced to the world by that time; the power of faith healing.”

“So the main target of yours with this technology is Jesus Christ and his doctrine of Christian faith when he finally lands on earth?” Death mused.

“Yes. By the third century after Jesus’ departure for Heaven I want to launch an extensive campaign to contradict his doctrine with scholasticism first to divide it and later on paralyze it completely with scientific technology. By the beginning of the fourth century I want our gospel of scientology to start setting a precedent that’ll ultimately prove to my skeptics in Heaven that I’m also worthy of worship. By the time the entire world populace starts worshiping brother Mungab’s technology, those humans lucky enough to be anointed disseminators of our new religion would’ve grown so filthy rich to command world’s reverence and blind faith.”

Death shook his head in disbelief, “With all due respect Mr. President, I still can’t figure out how this project would accomplish this human extermination mission. What you’re literary telling me here is that you’re weaving human beings a long rope to hang themselves, which is fine with me, but as to how would you manage to make them swallow their own poison escapes my mind?”

“Brother Death, you won’t believe me when I say there is a group of human families on earth I’m in touch with, whose royal political bloodline dates back thousands of years ago, whose love for me is so enormous they would not think twice sacrificing their own children on my altar. Merely because I’ve given them so much riches on earth and promised them the same status of angels in the hereafter. This is the elite that’s going to help me achieve all this.”

“What kind of stupid human beings would be these?” 

“The Reptilians…” 

Death snapped his fingers and interjected, “Wait a minute. Are you talking about the bloody fucking Nephilims here? Or is it the weakness of my ear?”

“Correct. The advantage these bastards have for my mission is that they live in human shells, thus they look like humans and human beings on earth think they are one of them…” 

“But they are not." Death said. "These are hybrids. A cross between us fallen angels and human beings, with 65 percent of our genealogy in their DNA, shit…I thought they all perished during Noah’s flood.”

“Lots of them did, but others managed to relocate to planet Mars where they lay low for a while until the floods subsided. After that they came back to earth and mingled easily with other human beings because they look like them, yet they are something a hundred times more ruthless and evil than us.”

“Witchy bastards! Now you’re manipulating their insatiable greed for wealth to use them for this human depopulation program?”

“They have proven more loyal to us than to their human counterparts, brother Death, so they are perfect candidates for this human extermination program. Deal between us is that I give them all the wealth they wish for on earth in return of their souls and obedience. Brother Death, give these filthy rich Reptilians power, money and wealth in their lifetime and they will do anything you instruct them to do, even kill their own children for your own amusement!”

Death shook his head, “But humans are their cousins too. How the fuck could they be so cruel to their half-brothers! All this for stupid wealth that any day they will die and leave behind?”

“I must admit, their cruelty against humans have taken me by surprise as well. But wealth accumulation isn’t the only catch here brother Death. I have also made false pledges to them of eternal rapture after death. They think they will co-rule the world with us after Armageddon. And tell you what, since I’ve already made them kings of the earth by giving them so much financial wealth and political influence, they do believe me when I say I’ll succeed in defeating Jehovah in the end of days.”

“Stupid blind leaders of the blind. Little do they know you’re only fattening them for their own slaughter. One little fake smile and all of a sudden they think you are their own father? Easily fleeceable sycophants!”

Satan spat disgustedly, “I’m their own father yes but the mere thought that there is human blood running through the course of their veins makes me wanna puke at their very sight. They’ve no clue how much I hate them fuckers. Come to think of it, me, a thorough breed angel co-rule the world with half-humans! Are they out of their minds! These bastards are products of some one-night stand sexual experimentation and now they have an audacity to call me their own father! Believe it or not, this is the same breed I want to use in the near future to nail Jesus on the cross. According to the prophets, one of them will infiltrate his organization and sell him for a mere thirty pieces of silver!”

“These stupid Reptilians would do anything for money, isn’t it?”

“Even rape their own mothers! Believe it or not, that’s how cheap they’ll sell-out Jesus Christ to me in the near future.”

“It’s unbelievable!” Death exclaimed, “Sacrificing a Son of God who would have forsaken all the luxuries of Heaven to die for their own sins! Damn it, I’m a better sinner than a Reptilian, please quote me on that.”

Satan also shook his head, “They have also outdone yours truly, and every time I meet with them I thank my lucky stars Jehovah did not create me human. Just imagine, with their help, it will be so easy for me to erode Christian values from the face of the earth after Jesus’ departure for Heaven to pave way for scholasticism to take over so that in the end humans will use their own reasoning as a yardstick to measure each other’s intellect - a trend that’ll finally determine the lifespan of planet earth.

“Brother Death, these worthless loafers are willing to assist me in training and evolving lascivious human beings to become corrupt teachers and leaders of Christianity, so that in the end humans will not be directly guided by the Holy Spirit in their daily lives as Jesus Christ would prefer after his departure. In this way I’ll be able to plant my own wolves with ease inside Christ’s church as shepherds who will deceive and divide his flock in the long run. You won’t believe this, at one stage these very Reptilians will even help me spring up the fictitious gospel of Judas Iscariot to spread false rumours that Jesus Christ was married to one of his own disciples!”

“Who’s Judas Iscariot?” Death asked.

“According to the prophets, he’s a Reptilian who’ll infiltrate Jesus’ disciples, befriend him and betray him in the end.”

“And what do you hope to achieve with this gospel of Judas?”

“Confuse the Believers, what else? Look, Jesus will descend from Heaven and perform all sorts of miracles, the kind that would never have been seen before on earth, therefore he’s bound to leave a religious legacy of gigantic proportions. I don’t want Jesus to steal my show on earth, so this this is where the gospel of Judas comes in. With the help of these Reptilians, I want to make use of the fictitious gospel of Judas as a false witness to some kind of sinister undocumented activity by Jesus, just to besmirch his name and cast some shadow of doubt on the faith of his followers in a project to be code named The Da Vinci Code.”

“What has the name Da Vinci got to do with it?”

“No significant connection to the name except that this man would be one of the most creative Reptilians of the time, a member of a secret society that would be known as The Priory of Sion. It is the same society that will develop and disseminate this technology I’m talking about to the world in the near future. You must make use of the rich and famous to deceive the world brother Death. The poor worships the rich and would never question their motives.”

“But humans! How do they worship the source of all their problems; the rich? Don’t they know that the only ticket to wealth accumulation on earth is through your worship Satan? When will the poor realize that the only reason the rich become wealthier on earth is by stealing from them?”

“The rich must thank yours truly for making the poor so blind to this reality you talking about. That’s where the Reptilian staying power depends, through the worship of me. If we removed the blinkers of subservience from the poor people’s psyche today; can you imagine what the majority of them would do to the minority rich?”

“Eat them alive, I guess.” Death said sarcastically.

“No question about it. The poor majority would rise against the 1% constituency of the rich thieves and destroy all of them, including their ill-gotten wealth to enjoy independence, justice, peace and tranquility. A possibility that sends cold shivers down my spine though. Imagine if the poor stopped today worshipping the rich on earth and treated them like worthless scoundrels and enemies of their well-being that they are! The following day all human problems would be history and without social ills we won't be able to control them."

Death shrugged knowingly, “And how would they fall into sin if they suddenly became economically equal! Poverty is the source of all sins and mayhem.”  

Satan frowned, “A disaster we must prevent by all means, otherwise, it would spell the sad end to our kingdom on earth brother Death!”

“But that twinkle in your eye says as long as humans remain so blind to their only way out of this trap; which is through killing all the rich on earth to attain their ultimate freedom; you’ll never miss an opportunity to spit at Jehovah’s face, will you, Satan?”

“Yes." The devil giggled mischievously, "I can’t help it but relish the moment. Besides, a lot of commitment, what humans call blood, sweat and tears has already gone into this project. And guess what? In the end, the fate of all those creatures that used to inhabit these eight other planets that are so desolate today will finally catch up with every human being on earth; thanks to all the terrible disasters that will arise from the development of this technology called the 4^th Industrial Revolution.”

Death whistled in awe, “Your hatred for human beings really knows no bounds.”

Satan nodded, “They’re Jehovah’s beloved creatures Death and I want them obliterated now. Can you imagine if I destroyed them in one clean swoop, how would He feel?”

“Destroy them with their own hands for that matter;" Death mused, "Jehovah would feel bad indeed, very bad. You know how much He adores human beings, don't you?”

“That’s what I want to achieve with this technology brother Death. So henceforth, aligned scientists will be new prophets on earth and everything they say will no longer be questioned as the fate of the entire human race will finally fall on their hands. And when it’s all over, I’ll sit back and watch the entire human race drowning in the misery of its avarice and comeuppance.”

Nevertheless, Death remained skeptical, “Sounds like a brilliant ruse to sway human focus away from Jesus’ imminent doctrine of the power of faith and the devastating effect of the repeated prayers on us, but I’m a bit concerned about disseminating our sacred wisdom to them so expansively.”

“You still don’t get the picture brother Death. This is global poisonous vaccination on a larger scale never seen before on planet earth I'm talking about here. Hacking of human cells, tampering with DNA, trans-humanism and genocide. Here I’m talking about the very instrument, in case you’ve forgotten, I used to destroy every living organism on planet Venus five hundred years ago, where as we speak, the weather temperature stands at 400º Celsius and no living organism can survive there.”