So here is obviously a subject that I’ve been dancing around for a long, long time.

Any  time you start talking who’s the ‘good guy’ vs. whose the ‘bad guy’ in any kind of spiritual capacity, you risk offending someone. Which is actually fine for me, because I offend people all the time; but the general gist of what I’m getting at, before I get into the actual subject of this post is, I have my own cosmology under which I operate; and as per the standard disclaimer, I don’t expect it to really hold any water with anyone other than myself. Bonus points if it works for someone else, too; great. Whatever feels true to you? Run with it. But this is my take on the being bearing the name, and his relationship to Lucifer in whatever limited fashion I may or may not understand it.

But first a little personal background on the situation. If you’re ready for some steep reading, lets carry on, shall we?

A huge dividing line between some of my UPG on a lot of things and other people’s UPG is the fact that I’m looking at everything over all not as a human having a being experience, but rather a being having a human experience. That might sound a little cliche; but I’ve been dodging the bullet on this whole thing for long enough, and it’s really honestly not helping me any to stick my fingers in my ears and go ‘lalalalalalala’ and pretend that this fact in and of itself isn’t a huge part of my spiritual experience. I’ll discuss this in a follow up post so as not to detract from the subject material (as people have been requesting that I write about this also), but it bears stating: I’m an Angelic-which, to anyone who has spent any considerable amount of time in the online pagan community, I’m sure they’ll have at least heard about ‘otherkin’ in passing. It’s a similar concept, but one that, after years and years of immersing myself in and around, I’ve tried to distance myself from over the past couple of years as much as possible. I don’t think it’s accurate where my feelings are concerned; but as I mentioned, I’ll get to this in another post. Suffice to say it gives me a unique perspective on my personal cosmology, which is why I don’t expect that it’ll be well received. And that’s totally alright. If you’ve been with me up until this point, you’re remarkably patient, and thank you.


Any time I talk about relationships between angelic entities and god, it’s impossible for me to remove myself from my own bias in the telling. Of course I stand firmly on Lucifer’s side, but I came to that position only by a series of blundering mistakes that cost me more than I care to mention. I don’t consider myself a ‘friend’ of god; Lucifer, however begrudgingly, still retains his love for The Almighty, and because of that I respect him insofar as I make a concentrated effort not to besmirch or profane Him, because I know that’s not what Lu wants. Hatred, above anything and everything else, is a symptom of ignorance. People hate what they do not understand, and so it runs contrary, to me, to a Luciferian practice. Lucifer himself, being by most accounts God’s favorite and most beloved angel, may have understood more than any of the rest of us are able. And if he can still manage to have his own falling out with The Divine, so to speak, and retain his love for the same. . . . maybe that speaks for an example set forth for the rest of us.

Lucifer loves-and loses, like everything else he does, with passion and grace. This is what sets him apart from other adversaries. While other Kings of Hell would spit on the ground where Father walks, Lucifer is only quiet. Watchful. Mournful. Pining for a home he lost while at the same time attempting to shelter those that follow him to the best of his ability. He’s cold and ruthless but he’s also protective and loyal to what he considers his. And that’s what makes him still an angel, to me; and not just some demon with a grudge.

Samael is a different story.

If we go way back to the beginning, lets say, with the creation of the Universe (multiverse?). . ,God created his angels. Who and what came first is where even I start to get a little fuzzy. By some accounts it was Lucifer and Michael. By others it was Michael and Samael, or Samael and Lucifer. Or maybe all three; they do seem to be on par with one another in that sense, and to me it seems that it works as a mirror of the Trinity anyway. The other two who contend for this position would be the twins Metatron and Sandalphon, but we’ll leave the two of them for another post and continue on under the assumption that Lucifer, Samael, and Michael were all three created at about the same time, and were brothers not just in the angelic camaraderie sense (‘brother’ not meaning literal blood relation but in this case more of a term of endearment), but in the sense that they were created in a set, as a lot of angels were, as elements to counterbalance one another for whatever purpose god intended them for.

Michael was every bit what you would expect him to be. Proud to be gods’ son, the leader of his military, a guardian and protector of The Word. His would be a shield to protect and defend those who stood for God; and he took this duty to heart and embodied it to a tee. Headstrong and gung-ho at first, over time Michael’s fervent dedication to enforcing god’s will gave way to the wisened general we all know of today; but it wasn’t always so. Michael at first would hear no dissent to his Father’s decrees, and  was quick to make an example of any later beings who tried.

Lucifer, by contrast, took issue with nearly everything and every plan god would lay out. This was what he was created for, of course; to oppose not only god, but his brother Michael. For this, Lucifer and the angels who worked with him were given a will of their own; so that they might see things in a different way than other servants of the divine and advise Father (in all hir aspects) accordingly. Lucifer didn’t oppose for the sake of causing trouble; rather to point out holes and potential points of failure in whatever plan was being carried out at the time; wheras God could be seen as an architect of a suspension bridge, Lucifer was the safety coordinator. It was his duty  to identify weak points in the construction and halt them early before it caused catastrophic failure later on. Of course other angels, including Michael, didn’t understand this capacity and function in their brother. Knew of, maybe. But didn’t understand. Lucifer even before his fall was subject to plenty of askance looks from his younger siblings when he dared to be the only one that voiced dissatisfaction with anything that god did. It didn’t help that whatever face or part of god the other angels were seeing didn’t make a secret of Lucifer being the most beloved out of all of them. Wheras it would take time for Michael to grow into his wisdom, Lucifer seemed to have it right from the get-go. He was not only treasured by God for this quality, but also by the other angels, who adored him and whom he doted on equally. Anything Lucifer did he was vocal about doing not only for the consideration of all his siblings, but for god’s heart and feelings as well. To paraquote a bit of Hollywood fancy, Michael gave god what he ordered, what he commanded. Lucifer gave him what he needed to hear.

Samael was different. Where Michael was at first brash and eager to please, and Lucifer cool and reserved in his opposition, Samael was nothing but cunning and ambitious. Like Michael, he was a military leader, and a lot of the strategies employed in Heaven’s armies were his design (which much later would prove to be devastating over the course of the First War; it was very easy for Samael to overcome the very angels he’d trained, after all). Samael thought very highly of himself and his own intelligence. So much so that he considered himself an equal to his maker, and thought why shouldn’t he have such a throne of esteem for himself? This wasn’t a literal case of ‘the devil went to sit in God’s chair’-but rather Samael planted the very first seeds of all the woe that would come to heaven later. . . whether by his very nature and design, or by cause and eventuality only, we may never know. But Samael, beguiling and ruthless as he was, began to drop whispers in many an ear; that angels were powerful beings, that they deserved more than to be indentured servants. The idea did damage of it’s own later, but the plot was caught and Michael, however sorrowed or reluctant to toss out his brother and his supporters, did so on command.

It was a mistake. Presuming that there is either A) a side of the cosmos that even God wasn’t aware of, or B) that he was but had to put aside for ‘creation’ to work. . . Samael in his banishment came on those beings that can only be described as anti-existance. My husband mockingly refers to them as ‘Eldrich horrors’, but that may be the only real comparison we can think of to what Samael found. Regardless of their origins, Samael made them his allies, and with little to no time for Heaven to even react to the news he was gone, rose back up and attacked God and his creations with a malice none had ever seen. Not only was there no time to even mount a defense, but Samael’s allies were horrors in and of themselves; and he knew precisely where to strike. He had trained those armies and devised those tactics, after all.

It was, in no small terms, a slaughter. In the end when Michael and Samael finally had their epic duel, the victory, at best, could almost be called Pyrrhic. 1/3 of heaven’s host was obliterated, another third or more were shell-shocked and virtually catatonic. Most of these remnant angels were put in Heaven’s ‘cold storage’, so to speak; a dreamless sleep where they could find peace when not in the service of their intended purpose to avoid any further loss.  It was this devastation and the horrors he had witnessed that later led Lucifer to wander into whatever darkness lay beyond those gates to find his own answer to the question that plauged his very free will; “Why?” -and whatever answer he found brought him back before God with heated words of pain before he threw his halo at God’s feet and, weeping, departed heaven; his departure so abrupt it was witnessed on Earth as a stroke of lightning; his tears so cold and bitter and his sorrow so great they quenched the deepest, hottest flames of hell. . . where he now has dominion over endless sorrow, abandonment . . . betrayal. Where the souls he presides over are the ones that ultimately betrayed their loved ones, as his betrayed him. The Judas Iscariots. The Cains that murdered their Abels. And whatever Lucifer saw when he went to find answers didn’t leave him unscathed, either. . . the loss of so many that he loved so much leaving him with still-healing wounds before he departed paradise for answers. . . leaving him vulnerable to the touch of madness in his eyes when he returned.

But Samael is called ‘The Poison Angel’, and rightfully so; it was those first words, we deserve more that made some of his allies, and those who were cast out with him, to turn from god. It was Samael’s mirth at being cast out that made him seek darker places to come back and annihilate his former home out of sheer avarice and hatred for his former brothers and sisters. It was Samael who turned Lucifer from god; the lost and shame and agony he inflicted on his two brothers that made one into a broken seraph, still grieving, wander into madness and despair for answers, and the other so aged so rapidly it would later earn him a reputation for his somber and serious countenance, where once he’d been full of youth and pride and fire. It was Samael who planted in so many the doubt in God’s plan, and word. Samael was the arsenic in the well of Heaven.

And who knows why. It could be argued that it was all God’s design to begin with, and why is exactly the question that still plagues those weary veterans of that first fight; and to which there may not be an answer. Was it all planned, or was it just a story playing itself out as it happened? Was Samael merely acting a part, or is he truly such a being of so many dark things? And perhaps necessary things, for it may be from his example, that first murderer and traitor, that we as humans came to know such emotions. For how could we understand happiness and peace if there was nothing against which to measure it . . . ?