Dear
Marah,
You
have proved to be quite the clever temptress. Naturally, this is
because you have followed through with all that I have told you to
do. I heard how tensions rise during their meetings and that the
grungy who prided himself in being vital to the health of the
ecclessia is now planning to present himself as the bishop. It is to
be expected that there will be some resistance, but this is good.
Conflict always yields the most rottenness of fruit.
As
I mentioned before in the previous letter, this useful tool must be
toyed with the idea that everything he is doing is for the ecclessia.
Have him feel a slight pride in the way he abases himself.
If you need an example, just look to that enemy's
own scripture! Did not Simon the Magician feel like it was his moral
obligation and humble duty to pursue a higher power?
Who do you think planted that notion in him? I have been dancing in
the world's ballad for a long time. I know what I am talking about.
For
the rest of these grungies, keep stroking the embers of doubt and
resentment. I want them to disdain the last bishop for his downfall.
Your sister has recently been sent out to try to suppress the
bishop's shame in this situation and make him justify what he has
done by dwelling on the pressures he received from watching over
those bumbling heads. If all goes according to plan, he will hate
them with the same hatred they will have for him.
Grungies,
they almost never realize the true power that forgiveness and
humility holds. I scoff over how much they make of themselves. Always
scurrying about like rodents, thinking they are actually making
progress in life. They find a crumb here, a morsel there, and in some
cockeyed way they feel they are living it up. Well,
the traps are set. All we have to do is wait and watch as these
foolish beasts trade peace and joy for an unexpected end.
Your
Most Radiant and
Shrewd
Grandmother,
Madam
Darkshade
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