My dear protégé,
My help will come too late this season. You have none but your own tardiness to blame. Had you but written in advance instead of in the moment of peril, I might better have aided you and saved you the torments you now endure in The Institute’s Chambers for Readjustment. I hope you learn there not only the immediate lesson of the pain that awaits those who endanger their charges, but the greater lesson of being quick to seek my wisdom.
You will find these, then, awaiting you upon your return, as much reduced, I hope, in your own estimation as you will be in your corporeal self.
Your charge celebrated Christmas. This you blubbered about in your letter, supposedly confused and perplexed. How, you wonder, could you use Christmas to pervert her natural nature inclinations (as The Institute charges you to do). “How,” you write, “when the cursed day celebrates the abomination, when The Enemy took the form of human for some unknown reason? Such a task I must name as inconceivable.”
Inconceivable? I do not think that word means what you think it means! Inconceivable, indeed, is what the humans call the Incarnation. No matter the insights and efforts of Our Father Below and all we who labor, we cannot fathom what deception and mischief The Enemy is working. How unsearchable his ways and nefarious his deeds!
But inconceivable to use The Enemy’s work? You dotard! This is the sole foundation, reason, and end of your work!
In fact, the Christians have done much of the work for you. To be sure, they will name The Enemy as a baby. They will claim the human and divine united. But then they will quickly divorce the two again. Consider but one lyric of one song (those accursed human creations): “the little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.” You have observed enough of humanity to know that babies cry. For food, for want, for need. Yet the song implies that any weeping is our work. It was The Enemy who made those humans to weep and made their children frail, yet here you have one of their own songs naming his work ours!
Inconceivable, I’d argue, that you can’t see to take what they already offer to you! Fix your charge’s thoughts and influence her parents’ to think as much as they would like upon the birth. But let them find the thought of a stable “quaint” and “peaceful,” not full of animals refuse and dung, the heat from decaying hay. Let them think upon the child as serene and quiet, not screaming in the night air, confused and afraid. Let them think upon the mother as restful in repose, not wearied, worn, and having undergone a labor that leaves many dead. Let them forget any thought of blood.
Let all be cast as though painted in light. Then, my protégé, when they believe they are most contemplating The Enemy’s union with them, they will be most near to divorcing any such union in their minds, attitudes, and appetites. The union, instead, will be the glorious one of at once loving the world too little (despising that which is “dirty” in nature) and too much (fixated more upon their own romantic feelings than the revelation of the divine).
I hope you will find these thoughts of more value next year. Write me when you have returned to your post.
I remain ever ready to instruct and encourage.
Your mentor and friend,