The chamber goes dark and completely quiet, no sound, and unable to see your hand in front of you. You grab hold of the podium and feel on top of it. Sacred is gone. You yell out.

Hello!

What happened!? What’s going on!?

I can’t see!

Sacred!

Helper!

Nothing. You think back to what Sacred said, “To be ready for death is to be ready to lay your life down…” And as you think about what it means to be ready, you remember the issue with the seed of man; we are compromised by our own condemnation—idolatry, pride, and lust—devoid of reality to absorb the gravity of our sin for saving ourselves.

Then you process the seed of the serpent _{(Genesis 3:15)}.

What and or who is the seed of the serpent?

You remember the scene in the garden when the serpent spoke while the man was silent. Where the curse of the serpent begins, it ends with the curse of man. The tongue _{(James 3:6)}! The enmity between the seed of the serpent and the seed of the woman is… essence; The seed of the serpent claims to be God _{(Ezekiel 28:2)}, and the seed of the woman does not regard equality with God as a thing to be grasped _{(Philippians 2:6-7)}.

Consumed by darkness, and the question of your finality has you fearing God. The verdict for disobeying God contains a weight of legality that forces this experience of judgment. You remember how that lion with eyes of currency prowled, snarled, and sneered at you—jeering for a reaction. Your eyes were locked with his before this darkness; eyes full of desire, a heart of hardness, delusion of mind, and perceiving the nature in which you are subjugated by… leaving you in a state of no escape.

Aww…

I see…

Impasse Island.

I’m a seed of the serpent, eating death _{(Genesis 3:14,19)}.