At a poignant moment in the film “The Last Temptation Of Christ,” Jesus Christ as portrayed by William Dafoe cathartically admits the supremacy of Lucifer (Christians everywhere frantically diving toward their DVD players to shut off the blasphemous moment). Process theology, meanwhile, states that Lucifer is the Fourth God, the fourth ruler in a Tetrarchy in which Satan shares equal power and authority with the Trinity.
Pantheopsychic theism, meanwhile, bends low to whisper in the ear of William Defoe’s Christ that he has it backwards: Satan is a creation of the Crucified Man, and exist only as long as the Crucified Man non-lucidly dreams. Within this non-lucid dream there is of course the Violence, but also the Satanic philosophy of the Gospel of Separation and Difference and The Obfuscation, by which through the agency of Christ as he non-lucidly dreams Satan is able to form our sub-dimensional consciousness into the shape of biological jeopardy and the natural world, a shape that tempts a special, convincing reason (a reason that tempts atheism or at least, the impotence of a good God).
But if PC is true this philosophy is a false construct, as Satan and evil in any form is formed, ultimately, by the creativity of God gone awry in the uncontrolled chaos of non-lucid dreaming.
Satan, therefore, depends upon Christ as Satan’s continued existence and the very material and content of his thoughts and actions depends upon what Christ non-lucidly dreams as he is crucified.
It states in the Bible that all things are created by God: in Pantheopsychic Christianity this is quite true, as every person is a figment of God’s imagination and artistic creativity in the “just so” shape and form of his happenstance thought, one’s state of being dependent upon whether or not God imagines or dreams one while fully awake (the Impervious One), non-lucidly dreaming (the Crucified Man), or lucidly dreaming (the Lucid Dreamer).
I remember a scene In the film “The Devil’s Advocate” in which Satan (Al Pacino)'s daughter Christabella (Connie Nielson) laughingly mocks Christ, holding out her arms crucifixion-style riddling “Who am I?”
Oh, the irony.