Screwloose Conversations with Screwtape

By Don Goh

Screwloose is an angel who suffers from various psychiatric conditions. He suffers from depression, bi-polar disorder, schizophrenia and many other mental maladies. He suffers mood swings every now and then as Creation is on the cusp of an existential crisis. Confusion hits him all the time as he tries to make sense of everything. The line between fiction and reality being blurred all the time.

In the midst of this raging mental chaos he is often visited by a gloating Screwtape, an elder demon among the higher echelons of the Devil, and many rounds of deep conversations ensue. It is then in the midst of these conversations that various dreams and nightmares become seeded in my mind.

This book is a culmination of my conversations with Screwtape. My own personal Bible of sorts about the world and the axis mundi that the world revolves about. Love it or hate it, is an exercise of your own volition. May your remaining days be bright.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Nov 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482828610

Don Goh

Don Goh lives in Singapore. He is grateful for the comfort and prosperity that Singapore is able to provide. He loves many things and among them is Neil Gaiman, Katie Melua and Japan. He thinks Warren Buffet is a good idea and believes that the question regarding self-awareness is a very hard one to answer. Even though every human being is able to choose but how free we truly are in our choosing is a matter of perspective.

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CONTENTS

Part 1

1.   The Labyrinthe

2.   Yankikovich The Clown

3.   Necropolis

4.   The Cult

5.   The Jerusalem Paradox

6.   Nightmare of Rome

7.   Confessions

8.   Berlin Farce

9.   Quantum Miracle

10.   Modern Conundrum

Part 2

1.   Necronomicon

2.   Prologue - A troubled mind

3.   Reflections on Genesis

4.   The Great Schism

5.   Primary Colours of Man

6.   After the Fall

7.   Melchizedek

8.   The Patriarchs & the formation of Israel

9.   Failure of Israel

10.   Assyria and Babylon

11.   Hellenisation as God’s seed

12.   The Messiah

13.   Scandal of the Pharisees

14.   The Scandal of Pentecost

15.   Ananias

16.   The plot between the Pharisees & Sadducees

17.   A New Order in the Book of Hebrews

18.   After Constantine

19.   The Prophet Muhammad

20.   Black Death & The Western Dark Ages

21.   Emerging from the Darkness

22.   The Crusades

23.   The Western Church and conflict

24.   The Protestant Reformation

25.   1603 - King James of the United Kingdom

26.   The Pilgrim Fathers of North America

27.   Learning to live with differences - The First Amendment

28.   The Greatest Irony - The Crucible of War

& The Cycles of History and Prophecies

29.   Epilogue - Reality, out of the rabbit hole

The thin line between fact and fiction is belief.

PART 1

PROLOGUE

H ello to all,

I am still slightly confused as I am not too sure if this is the end or the beginning of my stories. But thank you, all the same, for being willing to read my stories. However I do need to let you know that I am most probably lying most of the time. Yes, I admit it, I am a liar.

A liar either by nature or via preternatural influence. But either way it is all the same. I am still a liar.

If you think I mirror someone, it is actually Neil Gaiman. One of the most capable and celebrated writers around. Why he admits to being a liar I am unsure, as I do not know him personally, but the above are my reasons.

Another writer of note is John Barth. Very postmodern and who had influenced me with his own work of Chimera.

Also of note is Universalism. A form of Theology.

It is important that I tell you all these as they would heavily affect the way in which you read my stories. So please pardon my rambling.

Also, pardon my confusion, if this is the beginning you are advised that it is a must to read the stories in numerical order. But if this is the end then please read the stories in reverse numerical order. Either way it should result in a form of back masking. Hopefully making the stories more devilishly diabolic.

Like my stories or hate them. Think through them or throw them aside like rubbish. It is your choice, as a reader, in exercising your free-will. As for me my only wish as a liar is that you are able to enjoy them. I suppose most good lies are that way. If you cannot enjoy them they are probably bad lies. Bad in the sense that they make you want to vomit.

So sorry if you dirty your carpet or just simply felt like you just wasted your time reading my stories.

My humble apologies.

[Makes a curtsy as best as I can]

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THE LABYRINTHE

FOREWORD

H ope is one of the greatest gifts which mankind has. It is the thing that shines forth to provide us the strength to move on even when placed in the direst of circumstances. Hope is what tells us, despite the hard facts facing us, that there is still a solution to the problem. Hope is what enables us to face the unknown.

But what happens when that hope leads us onto a path, which we can never extract ourselves from and this path irrevocably leads us further away from the very things that gives us meaning, joy and hope.

This story is a tribute to horror and an author of horror who wrote the following quote.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. H.P. Lovecraft, Author of the Cthulhu Mythos

Your hypothesis seems sound but your proofs and experimental data still require more work. Sighed the Professor.

Not to worry though, what you have would still be good enough for your thesis submission but if you are going to make it for your scholarship application you definitely need more work.

The student then earnestly replied. I have been working on it for a year and there is just too much data to process. Furthermore my hypothesis for the GUT is something off the mainstream theories - although I think it does show promise – but the data that needs to be crunched is just too daunting.

I too think it is worth looking further into and since you are applying for the scholarship might as well go all the way. After all, once you are done with everything you probably would be getting your PhD. The Professor smiled assuringly.

Thanks for the optimism. The student smiled back grudgingly.

The Professor’s room was a quaint office typical of any University’s professor. It had a window facing a wide green field interlaced with paths leading to various parts of the University. The paths were lined with maple trees which provide not only shade but color to the plain field as the autumn season approaches.

The pale late afternoon sun illuminated the room which was mainly filled with books on various subjects related to theoretical physics, with a small corner at the bottom of the long four tiered shelf, occupied by books on Natural Philosophy. In front of the shelf is a single drawer desk with a laptop and various stationary on top of it. Under the desk is a roller cabinet with three compartments. Towards the opposite end of the room was another four tiered shelf and a critically damped heavy wooden door, on the right, which leads to the common hallway.

The Professor and student were seated on a couch leaning just below the window. The Professor slowly handed over the thesis which he had just read through and smiled encouragingly before pointing to the shelves near the door.

Look at the various puzzles and trinkets which I have placed on the shelves. You have played with some of them and would have found that some are quite challenging.

The student nodded in agreement.

However, each and every one of them has a solution and with time and patience the solution can be found. Therefore I believe that, even though I am not a man of faith, the same goes for your problem. No need to worry or be anxious, I am sure the University would be more than willing to help. You could probably work on campus while you sort out your hypothesis before submitting it in for a scholarship application. Give it about two years and with what I understand about your capabilities you should be ready by then.

The student turned back and looked at the Professor with an appreciative sweet smile and just sighed.

*****

There were two children in the room. The room was a playroom with toys littering the ground and a low cabinet for storing children’s books. The children were playing with Lego bricks, building what looked like fortifications for their medieval knight figurines. They were enthusiastically discussing about the next grand adventure they were going to undertake.

The boy exclaimed.

I am going to build a laby…rin. (The boy was trying to pronounce the word labyrinth.)

Like those mazes we get to do in those puzzle books which mom got us. I will make it so hard you will find it difficult to find a way out of it.

The girl, who was taller than the boy by half-a-head, then retorted.

Don’t think you can do that. The ones in the puzzle books are always so easy. Unless you also place some scary monster in it, to make it more difficult, like the story which mom read us the night before.

You mean the story about the minotaur? Hmm… Then I shall place a dragon inside the maze to gobble up your hero. The boy said menacingly.

That would probably make it more interesting but my hero’s going to win anyway like the guy in the story and your dragon is going to be killed by my magic sword.

My dragon can breathe fire… Rahhh. Roared the boy.

I have my magic shield. The girl snapped while the boy just stuck out his tongue.

The boy then continued to build his maze while the girl looked around for other things to add to the maze.

Suddenly the girl exclaimed.

I know! Why don’t you place a treasure chest inside the maze? My hero can then enter the maze to find the treasure chest. Anyway I think dragons always have treasure chests or something really precious with them.

That would be a great idea!

Now the boy was ever more eager to build his intricate maze and excitedly went back to it.

Then there was a knock on the door to the playroom and the doorknob turned. The children’s heads turned towards the door as the door opened slowly to reveal a lady with straight golden hair that flowed slightly beyond the shoulders and curled slightly at the ends. She was wearing a white apron over a plain turquoise shirt, beige colored pants and dark colored slippers.

The children then shouted in unison. Mom!

The lady smiled at her two children.

Its time for dinner and your dad is going to be back soon so please be ready.

So soon? Looks like I won’t be able to finish my maze. The boy sulked.

"Don’t worry