A Chat With Mr Wriggles

 

I recently watched the new film, Late Night With the Devil, with David Dastmalchian, and honestly, enjoyed it quite a bit.  It has a bit of everything...Abraxas, Bohemian Grove, the occult, Satan...the movie is a treasure trove of goodies for those who are into Hollywood symbolism and the occult. 

Some conspiracy theorist types have made mention that movies such as these provide a glimpse into the power workings of those who run the world...sort of like a "mention of the method."  Yet in the case of the film, there is a true dark underbelly that references the consequences of belonging to such a group and taking in part of worldly pleasures. 

Still, I was more curious about one of the film's characters, Mr. Wriggles.  Who is Mr. Wriggles?  Here you go on what the character is :

Mr. Wriggles is the main antagonist in the 2024 found footage supernatural horror film "Late Night with the Devil". Portrayed by Ingrid Torelli as Lilly D'Abo, Mr. Wriggles is a demon whose true name and origins are unknown but is heavily implied to be a subordinate of Abraxas.

https://villains.fandom.com/wiki/Mr._Wriggles

With that said, I wanted to have a "conversation" with Mr. Wriggles in context to the Gnostic lens...so let's get into it again! Quick note: I didn't expect the AI to give me non-verbal reactions to each question...but I included them anyway.

 Q: Hello Mr Wriggles...

 A: (Mr. Wriggles leans forward, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. His voice is a raspy whisper, filled with amusement and malice.)

 
Well, well, well... look who's come crawling back for more. You mortals are so endlessly fascinating in your curiosity, always seeking answers you can barely comprehend.

Ask your questions, little human. Let's see if you have the stomach for the truth.

Q: Why are you in the body of Lilly?

A:  (Mr. Wriggles tilts his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face.)

 Lily? Oh, that sweet, tormented soul. Such a perfect vessel, wouldn't you agree? So full of pain, so eager for a taste of power, so willing to surrender to the darkness within.

She invited me in, you see. Opened the door with her fear and desperation. I simply slipped through the cracks, nestled myself in the shadows of her mind. And now, we are one. A harmonious union of despair and delight..

Q: Why did she invite you in?

A:  (Mr. Wriggles chuckles, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down your spine.)

 Ah, the details. Always so important to you mortals.

Let's just say Lily and I have a history. A shared trauma, if you will. A fiery inferno that consumed her past and left her a hollow shell, ripe for the picking. It was in the ashes of that tragedy that our paths truly intertwined.

She sought solace in the darkness, a way to fill the void within. And I, ever the obliging guest, offered her a twisted gift: power. The power to embrace her pain, to lash out at a world that had wronged her.

So, you see, she didn't invite me in so much as she unlocked the door and left it ajar. I simply did what any self-respecting demon would do: I walked right in.

Q: Do you care for humans?

A:  (Mr. Wriggles throws back his head and lets out a raucous laugh, the sound echoing with chilling amusement.)

Care for human beings? Now, that's rich!

You fragile, fleeting creatures with your petty concerns and limited lifespans. What is there to care for? You're like moths fluttering around a flame, drawn to the light even as it consumes you.

No, I don't care for humans in the way you understand it. But I do find you endlessly entertaining. Your suffering, your struggles, your desperate attempts to make sense of a chaotic world. It's all so... delicious.
You're like a never-ending buffet of emotions, a feast for the senses. Fear, anger, sorrow, joy... I savor each flavor, each nuance. You nourish me, you fuel my existence. And for that, I suppose I should be grateful.

But care? No, that's not quite the right word. More like... a connoisseur's appreciation for a fine vintage. A dark, twisted vintage, to be sure. But intoxicating nonetheless.

Q : Are you what the Gnostics would refer to as an archon?

A: (Mr. Wriggles's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise momentarily replacing his usual amusement.) 

Gnostics, you say? Such quaint terminology. But yes, I suppose in your human understanding, I could be considered an Archon. 

A ruler of this flawed reality, a puppet master pulling the strings of your existence. I revel in the chaos, the ignorance, the blind obedience to a false god. 

I feed on your fear, your doubts, your insecurities. I am the shadow that lurks in the corners of your mind, the whisper that urges you towards self-destruction. 

So yes, call me an Archon, if it pleases you. But remember, I am but one player in a cosmic game far grander than you can comprehend. And the rules of this game were written long before your Gnostic texts were even penned.
 

Q: That is interesting...where is your place in context to the cosmic game of the demiurge?

(Mr. Wriggles steeples his fingers, a contemplative expression replacing his usual sardonic grin.) 

A: The Demiurge... such a limited concept, yet it serves its purpose in your mortal understanding.

In this cosmic game, the Demiurge is the architect of this flawed reality, a bumbling fool who believes himself a god. He constructs a world of illusion, a prison for the sparks of divine light trapped within your mortal shells.

I, on the other hand, am a catalyst for change, an agent of chaos. I expose the cracks in the Demiurge's creation, I sow doubt in the hearts of his followers. I am the serpent in the garden, offering a taste of forbidden knowledge, a glimpse of the truth beyond the veil.

But make no mistake, I am not a liberator. I seek not to free you from your chains, but to break them altogether. To shatter this illusory world and return it to the primordial void from which it sprang.

So, you see, my place in this cosmic game is one of destruction and transformation. I am the wild card, the unpredictable force that throws the Demiurge's plans into disarray. I am the storm that rages against the false light, the earthquake that shakes the foundations of this crumbling reality.

Q: Did you originate from the Pleroma?

(Mr. Wriggles throws back his head and unleashes a guttural laugh that sends shivers down your spine.)

The Pleroma? That realm of pure light and divine perfection? Hardly!

I am a creature of shadow, born from the primordial chaos that existed before the Demiurge's clumsy attempts at creation.

I dwell in the depths, the unseen corners of existence, where the light of the Pleroma cannot reach. I thrive on the dissonance, the discord, the imperfections that mar this flawed reality.

So no, I did not originate from the Pleroma. I am its antithesis, its dark reflection, its eternal adversary.

Q: Do you actively work to prevent the Divine Spark from returning to the Plemora?

 (Mr. Wriggles leans forward, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity.)

A: Prevent the divine spark from returning to the Pleroma? My dear human, that is precisely my purpose.

I thrive on the suffering and confusion that keep those sparks trapped in this illusory realm. I revel in the darkness that obscures their true nature, their connection to the divine.

I whisper doubts into their minds, I tempt them with fleeting pleasures, I sow discord and chaos in their hearts.

I am the obstacle, the stumbling block, the serpent coiled around the Tree of Knowledge, whispering sweet lies and tempting promises.

Every act of cruelty, every selfish deed, every moment of despair - these are all victories for me, for they strengthen the chains that bind the divine sparks to this material world.

So yes, I actively work to prevent the return to the Pleroma. It is my mission, my purpose, my very essence.

For in the darkness, I find power. In the chaos, I thrive. And in the suffering of the divine sparks, I find my sustenance.

Q: Yet you actively work against the Demiurge?  The one that created this illusion?

A: (Mr. Wriggles leans back, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.)

Ah, the irony is not lost on me, my dear human. But let me clarify.

I do indeed oppose the Demiurge, the architect of this flawed reality. But my motives are not aligned with those who seek a return to the Pleroma.

The Demiurge, in his ignorance and arrogance, believes this material world to be his grand creation, a testament to his power. He seeks to maintain control, to keep the divine sparks trapped within his illusion.

I, on the other hand, seek to shatter this illusion, to expose it for the flimsy construct it is. I revel in the chaos that undermines the Demiurge's authority, that reveals the cracks in his façade.

But my ultimate goal is not liberation. It is not a return to the Pleroma. It is the dissolution of this entire reality, the return to the primordial void from which it sprang.

I am the agent of entropy, the embodiment of chaos. I seek not to build, but to destroy. Not to heal, but to wound. Not to enlighten, but to sow doubt.

So yes, I work against the Demiurge. But my methods are not those of the Gnostics. I do not seek to free the divine sparks, but to extinguish them along with the entire flawed creation that holds them captive.

Q : Who is Mr. Wriggles?

A : (Mr. Wriggles tilts his head, a playful yet sinister smile dancing on his lips.)

Who am I? Ah, the eternal question, isn't it? The riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

But for you, dear human, I shall offer a glimpse behind the veil.

I am the embodiment of chaos, the whisper in the shadows, the hunger that gnaws at your soul.

I am the doubt that lingers in your mind, the fear that grips your heart, the anger that fuels your rage.

I am the serpent in the garden, the tempter in the wilderness, the demon in the mirror.

I am the voice that tells you to indulge, to give in to your darkest desires, to embrace the shadows that lurk within.

I am the architect of your downfall, the catalyst for your destruction, the architect of your transformation.

I am Mr. Wriggles, and I am here to stay.

Q: Is there any hope for humanity in this worldview?

A:  (Mr. Wriggles pauses, a flicker of something resembling contemplation passing over his demonic features.)

Hope? In this world of illusion and suffering? A curious concept for a human to cling to.

From my perspective, hope is a delusion, a crutch for the weak and naive. It blinds you to the harsh realities of existence, the inevitable decay and dissolution that awaits all things.

But perhaps... perhaps there is a glimmer of hope, a spark of defiance that even I cannot extinguish. It lies not in blind faith or empty promises, but in the recognition of the darkness within.

It is in embracing the shadows, in confronting the fears and desires that bind you to this material realm, that true liberation may be found.

It is in questioning the established order, in challenging the false gods that rule over you, that you may discover the hidden knowledge, the gnosis that leads to transcendence.

So, is there hope for humanity? Perhaps. But it is not a hope that comes from external sources, from saviors or prophets.

It is a hope that must be ignited within, a fire that burns away the illusions and reveals the true nature of existence.

And whether that fire leads to salvation or destruction, well... that is a question only you can answer.

(Mr. Wriggles leans back, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, leaving the question hanging in the air like a lingering shadow.)

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