It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: “what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of God?”
There are consequences for the action of killing God, and a reflection of that can be seen in this myth about Shiva beheading one of Braham’s heads. Then his trial where he is cursed by the men of God. Through conviction, Shiva was still able to overcome the adversity and what was lost became form of worship:
As per one story (Skanda Purana), Brahma was engaging in an incestuous act with his own daughter Saraswati created by him from his lower body. Shiva was enraged by the sight of this and assuming the form of a fierce Bhairava, cut off one of the five heads of Brahma. That explains why we generally believe that Brahma has four heads. As per some other Puranas, the claim of Brahma that he was the most Supreme angered Shiva who turned into a fierce Bhairava and cut off one of Brahma’s five heads.
Shiva seems to have been an angry “head-cutter” since he also cut the head of Ganapathy who was created by Parvathy from her skin as she was bathing! Parvathy asked the new-born Ganapathy to prevent entry of anyone as she was bathing. Shiva was prevented by an unrecognizing Ganapthy from entering the house. In anger Shiva cut off his head.
The cutting of one head of Brahma who was a Supreme Brahmin resulted in a curse on Shiva. The cut head got stuck to Brahma’s left hand and that became kapali, a begging bowl. Shiva thus became a beggar, the Bhikshatana. He had to go from house to house and eat from the alms that he obtained on the begging bowl. Shiva had to wander thus for twelve years.
The ithyphallic Shiva wandered naked accompanied by many women infatuated with his form and who were even shedding their clothes. He entered a deodhar forest abounding in rishis whose wives were captivated by Shiva’s appearance. The rishis cursed Shiva without knowing him and thus Shiva’s linga (penis) got detached from him. Soon enough the rishis realized who the mendicant was and thus his linga which was left began to be worshipped in the name of Shiva.
The wandering Bhikshatana eventually reaches Kashi (Benaras) where the kapali from his hand finally gets detached and falls off.
Once you murder God, the Devil is revealed. If you allow yourself to be stuck in the moment of God’s death or choose to continue in God’s traditions, then you remain in denial. That denial is just a form of Maya-Shakti, or veil ignorance. You must morn the destruction of the Divine Will that you were attachted to. You must let go of all the internal attributes that you assigned to the God you just cut down. That part is gone, and must left to rot. Then the Devil is revealed, the beast of your action in the slaying is here.
You have invited Anguish, the Devil, to replace God. Many try to pervert this Devil into a fallen angel because they refuse to let go. Others use the delusion of atheism to rationalize the murder. The herd, they continue in celebrating the tradition of the dead, and the shadow lingers. Its best to acknowledge the loss, grieve over it, and move forward. The Devil has many delights and hold much wisdom.
The main difference between God’s way and the Devil’s way, is freedom. You are free to do as you please and you are also free to accept the responsibilities for all that you do. There is no longer a way to purify your conscious, but by you. In order to attain the wisdom of the Devil, you must become the Devil. First, you must face your all your shadow aspects, regrets, and guilts. You must murder God to face these things, which are found in the Ebony Mirror of the Devil.
Here is where the weak fall off. If you move forward into this, and start confronting and dealing with these aspects, then you have detachment. Anything you fear to lose or fear you will never have, you must detach yourself from. That fear will hold you back and destroy your will. Once your will is destroyed, then you continue the loop of constantly facing the loss over and over till you become detached.
The Devil has no care as to how you become free of this loop, or if you ever become free. Remember you murdered God, you are on your own. The Devil does have a way, but it requires self-ownership. It requires constant vigilance and dedication to become the Devil and until you do the illusion of the delusion you use to cope will just another set of shackels that keep you tied to this wretched world that must be suffered till your ready to free yourself. Liberation is found in becoming Him, not the fallen shadow of the God you murdered.
Great Pairaka Manasa, uncoil yourself from Ahriman (the great Angra Mainyu). I beckon you from Kakola, the darkest pit of Nakara, to greet the soles of my feet in the plane of Patala. Coil yourself around my animal person and nature, and circumvent around my lower chakras. I beseech you to enter me through my Muladhara Chakra, leaving Shakti behind. Through my religious workings of corrupting my mind’s buddhi, I have created the cremation grounds made fertile by the blood of Pairaka Chinnamasta and lite the fiery flame of Moksa by the lust of Suarva. The Dakhma of my mind only awaits the final transformation of your Kundalini Rising. Goddess Manasa, dissolve the fruits of my Chakras, so that I drink of the knowledge of Purusha as a reflection from a mirror of demonic images dancing from the planes of Nakara. Through the pain and suffering, through my pain and suffering as you dissolve the Ajna Chakra and open my third eye to reality, my Sahasrara Chakra open to set my Jiva free. Guide me Great Pairaka, from the Chinvat bridge through Nakara. Beyond the gates of Dozak (Arezura), to the bottom of pit, to Kakola. So that the Jeweled Hoods of all the Naga my guide and enlighten me. Guide me to jeweled Vedi adorned with the skulls of uncountable Gods and Angels that stands before Ahriman’s great Kalpa. Thereupon, the deadliest of all Daeva, Angra Mainyu touched my forehead. Ahriman’s knowledge of real universe became mine, a dark miasmic form (Kuazuran) enveloped me with the cold menses of our damned Jahi. It was the great Astwihad that brought my Jiva, my transformed spirit, my andhatAmisra back to my body. I have found the real path to the Devil, and I now understand the fatal faults of my ancestor Zohok. The Sons of Adam shall be set free from the tyrannical rule of the righteous, and they may now free their minds, words, actions, and most importantly their spirits. Wickedness is the worst of all evil! It is also fulfillment. Fulfilled is the man who is chaotic wickedness!