A Blazing Hatred

If there is one thing that characterizes Satan and all the demons, it is their hatred.  Being separated from God, and thus from the ability to love, all that they have left to them is the ability to hate.  Whereas to love is to will and strive for the good of the other, to hate is to will and strive for that which is worst for the other, which is most destructive for the other.

They hate God first and foremost, of course.  We will not know in this life why that is so.  Do they all hate God for the same reason, or does each demon have his own reason?  But in any case, they hate God with a furious hatred, and all their other hatreds flow from that.

They also hate all those things that God has made.  To start with, they hate the holy angels, their former comrades.  The holy angels, the angels who did not follow them in rebellion, earn their special hate because the holy angels have witnessed their fall.  The holy angels have seen the demons as they were before their rebellion, and see them now after they have been cast out of heaven.  The holy angels are like the students who didn’t get expelled, and the students who did now hate running into them and remembering that they too once had what the holy angels have and will always have.

God has shown us that he takes names very seriously, beginning with his own.  With God there are no “cute” names, no names “because I’ve always liked that name.”  Every name is tied to the identity of the person (or angel).  It is not unreasonable to think that every angel has been given a name by God that unique and special to that angel.  It is also at least imaginable that the fallen angels lost their original names and gained new names, or perhaps they rejected their original names and chose new names on their own.  It is not unreasonable to think that every angel has been given a name by God that unique and special to that angel, a name that perfectly captures the specific purpose for which that angel was made.  It is also at least imaginable that the fallen angels lost their original names and gained new names, or perhaps rejected their original names and chose new names.  The holy angels will know the God-given names of all the fallen angels, and the fallen angels may strongly resent this, as a continuing reminder of their infinite fall from heaven.  Perhaps the holy angels even call the demons by their God-given names in their interactions (that is, in their ongoing battles over the fate of the world and humanity), to the furious annoyance of the demons.

The demons also hate the world that God has made, simply because God declared the world as good.  That culminates in their implacable hatred of mankind.  What God has declared very good, the demons hate very greatly, and seek without rest to destroy.  Whatever demons might call “joy” (let us call it demon-joy), they get no greater demon-joy than when they are able to cause a human to turn away from God, culminating in the exquisite demon-joy that comes when a person turns away from God completely and permanently at death and chooses hell over heaven.

Lastly, I think it is very safe to say that the demons very much hate each other.  There is not the slightest bit of camaraderie in hell, not the merest trace of bonhomie.  But I think that is worthy of a separate post.

And now, from Psalm 42,


First Post

Hi, my name is Mike Silva.  Welcome to my new blog.  I have no idea why I’m doing this.

Well, maybe that’s too harsh.

I’m in the process of writing my first novel, and both my wife and daughter suggested I start a blog about it.  I had already used up my quota of “NO” for the day, so I agreed.  Inspiring, right?

The novel is something that has been floating around in my head for decades, though in a much different form than I now envision.  It is about angels and demons, and how it would be if they became embodied and we could see them in action, and interact with them in a more concrete way.

Over a period of about a year I had almost daily thoughts (insights?) about the interior life of angels and demons, and how they might interact with humans.  I should add that the angels and demons I speak of are the classic Catholic creatures, created by God out of the same generosity that led Him to create us.  The demons are those angels who turned against God, probably for the same reasons some humans turn against God, and were cast out of heaven.  Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that they fled heaven, the radiant love of God being too oppressive for them to tolerate.

The title of this novel will be “A Gift of Dragons,” the dragons being the embodied demons.  If you wonder in what sense demons could ever be considered a gift, it is in the sense of “felix culpa,” the “happy fault” of mankind’s original fall.  That was a happy fault only because it brought the world our savior, Jesus Christ.  So the gift of demons is a gift only because of what it ends up bringing into the world.  More about that in future posts.

Hmm, did I mention that I’m a Catholic?  A Catholic revert, to be exact.  However, if I end up writing a story that only Catholics can enjoy, I have done a very bad job indeed.  I like to think that I will be telling a story that will be fascinating to anybody, religious or non-religious or “other.”  Time will tell.

I have read, and I believe, that it is difficult to write of a perfectly good character, and a true angel must be perfectly good.  No edgy, moody, errant angels for me!  No, my angels will retain their angelic perfection.  At the same time, I will fill in a lot of missing details with my own thoughts/insights/inventions, and I don’t think my angels will be at all boring (nor my demons!).  It has been quite fascinating to muse over a prolonged period about both angels and demons, and I think the results of that musing will give the story much of its flavor and character.

By the way, did you know that St. Thomas Aquinas taught that each angel is essentially its own species?  You could spend a lifetime just thinking about that!

So take a moment now to think about your own guardian angel, the angel that God gave to you to guard and guide you throughout your life.  A creature who always beholds the face of God, and who at the same time serves you night and day.  Felix culpa!

One final thing.  I also owe to my choir conductor wife Diana a love of sacred choral music, so for her and all of you (and because music is the language of heaven):