Chapter 17

In the heart of every person resides the seed of evil, which cannot be removed. How it is used determines the belief system of a person's life. It can grow fast, slow, or lie dormant for long periods of time, but in the end the seed will germinate and the person must confront the evil.

Some try to change or eliminate it entirely. They spend their lives fixated on the evil influence, and when this is unsuccessful they become empty, resentful, cruel, and lonely. Shunned by the people around them and useless to society, they are the religious fanatics found around the world. The cruelty exhibited by some religious zealots is attributable to this philosophy.

A majority of people realizes that they cannot change or destroy it and look outside themselves for a source of power that can remove the evil from them. Hoping there is a God who can give them control of their urges and make them better people. This philosophy has filled the many religions and denominations around the globe with converts.

Others try to ignore it hoping it will disappear and they can avoid the need to acknowledge its existence. They deny the existence of ether God or Devil and become agnostics in the truest definition of the word. These men are noble and seem to be good to others. They achieve success because they are driven by the need to prove their worth to the world and the correctness of their personal philosophy of life, but inside they are hollow and always looking for that one thing that is missing in their life. True happiness is always one step away like mirages in the desert tempting them to pursue it but never letting them reach it.

A few will find the seed early in life and fertilize it with hate so it develops strong and healthy. They despise the concept of God and in their heart they hope he is the devil. Morals are discarded and believe any action is good if it helps them achieve their goals. The needs and happiness of others is only important if they can exploit it for their own purposes. Power and mastery over others is the prime goal they strive to achieve. Persons with this philosophy are the evil giants of the world and fill the leadership positions of many nations. They kill, pillage, rape, and rob without remorse or conscience and leave their subjects destitute of wealth, hope, and happiness.

The smallest group is those who accept the evil, but also the goodness they possess. They place the needs of others above their own and work to enrich the lives those associated with them. They usually espouse a strong belief in a loving God and a weaker Devil working in opposition to Him. They are usually not in positions of power, but working quietly behind the scenes as confidants and advisors. They have a good moral compass; therefore fame, power, and riches are not primary goals.

Bobby Watson stared at the ceiling above him; the last year had been an unbelievable success. His book was published and people were actually buying it. Writing it was easier than he thought it would be. It wasn't a long book, but it contained the major tenets for the worship of Dal Halcyon. It had been nine months since he had left Circle Rock Academy and life was good.

Previously he used his status on the football team to attract girls, but he had to admit founding a new cult with a following of acolytes was much better. He could probably have a different girl every night for the rest of his life. Bobby turned so he could see the young woman in bed with him, probably a runaway that one of his lieutenants had recruited at the local bus station to pass out literature and brochures on the city street corners. He felt her move and a small hand began to play with the hair on his chest. She had fallen asleep after their lovemaking.

"Bobby, I've got to go back to my room. I have to get up early tomorrow." She said after she kissed him. She got out of bed and walked over to her light blue robe piled on floor where she dropped it.

Bobby watched her walk out the door. She was beautiful with long auburn hair down to the middle of her back. Creamy smooth skin without any noticeable blemishes, and he could still feel the soft touch of her breasts as she lay atop of him. The eyes were memorable, deep brown with a mischievous sparkle and her lips were supple and inviting. She was a keeper, for a while anyway.

The phone rang beside his bed. He picked it up and said, "Hello".

"Bobby, this is John. I wanted to remind you that you have an interview with media people downtown tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m." He paused. "Don't be late. They won't wait on you."