Undisturbed in the wild, i have it on pretty good authority over at National Geographic that the biggest threat to lions is other lions. In his pride, a male lion is king…until another male comes along. Should this new contender defeat the original, the first thing the new king does is kill the cubs of the old male. The pride is now his. The offspring will be too. In my mind, and keep in yours that all of this is just my own thoughts, but i see Power as male. Power is a maned Lion. Even a woman who worships at the paws of Power subverts her femininity the deeper she goes.
In his pride, Lucifer thought himself the equal of God. Pride gave way to lust for power and he became deluded enough to vie for the throne. Thrown down, (not directly by God but by his servant Michael. God has no challenger.) yet allowed to keep some semblance of authority, Satan set about killing the children of the King, the true Lion. Being a serpent instead of a lion, he uses lies, incidentally, the same lies he himself believes. “Has God really said…? If you are the Son of God…? God doesn’t love you. God cannot be trusted. For God knows that on the day you both eat from it, then your eyes will be opened and you both shall be like gods, knowing good and evil.” He infected us with his own pride, for pride is subject to none. The bait was swallowed, the fruit was eaten, the die was cast and we live with the lust for power, for godhood, roaring in our ears. We died and became children of the Liar, sons of destruction, sons of disobedience. We cannot bow to you, for we are gods. We are lions. We are kings!
A king loves comfort but he will sacrifice it for his honor, he will take to the warpath to prove his greatness. A lion must have control but he’s perfectly happy to have servants do the work. A god does not need your approval, he is god! What he wants, needs (though he would never admit to so base a weakness), Deserves! is your fealty, your submission, your fear.
Your worship.
As i found out for myself, He is not always easy to see. For all his pride, the Lion does much of his work under cover of darkness. Resting during the day when your eyes are upon him. He may boast or he may prefer others boast about him. He may need to be the center of attention or just prefer the center of attention to perform for him and by his leave. He may lead the group; and the group may need to either be large or of high quality or he may be a hermit ruling a kingdom of one where he is unquestioned. He may think of himself as a warrior, an apostle, a poet, a leader, a messiah, even a humble servant, almost anything, but he is above it all. Above the petty needs and worries of the unwashed masses. He may appear to listen intently as you pour your heart out to him but he is looking for his opportunity to pounce and pummel you with his logic, his vision, his opinion, his interests or his humorous anecdote which, let’s face it, is so much funnier than yours. Even his needs and his problems are more important than yours, more urgent than others'.
Underneath it all is the power of shame and honor. Love me or hate me but you must not ignore me. And don’t you dare disrespect me! More easily identified by what he fears: insignificance, shame, disgrace, embarrassment, losing face, being disdained, ignored, irrelevant. When slighted, he cannot let it go. He fantasizes imprecatory psalms. If He prays, he prays as Samson. If he pleads, it is something along the lines of, “O God, just don’t waste my time and talents. Do not let me live an insignificant life!”
He can also be spotted by his reaction to these things, his governing emotion: Rage. He can forgive but only on his terms, only when it makes him more regal. Anger seethes beneath his haughty expression, his manners, his ingratiating, his bullying, his opinions which must be presented as absolute truths, his casual advice which he expects to be followed, his service which must be praised, his deeds which must be held in awe. Wrath, completely justified in his own eyes, for remember, he is king, he is the lion, he is a god, self-determined, self-righteous, lies in waiting for anyone who challenges his intelligence, his strength, his abilities, his talents, for any of these things may be the vessels of his pride. His wisdom, his business savvy, his athleticism, his learning, his sexual prowess, his theology, the lion will spend his youth looking for the thing that makes him great, the thing he can do which others seem to struggle with and he will take it into his heart as proof that he is worthy of honor, worthy of esteem, worthy to be worshiped.
““You were a perfect model of an example,
full of wisdom and perfect of beauty.
You were in Eden, the garden of God,
and every precious stone was your adornment:
carnelian, topaz and moonstone,
turquoise, onyx and jasper,
sapphire, malachite and emerald.
And gold was the craftsmanship of your settings
and your mountings in you;
on the day when you were created they were prepared.
You were an anointed guardian cherub,
and I placed you on God’s holy mountain;
you walked in the midst of stones of fire.
You were blameless in your ways
from the day when you were created,
until wickedness was found in you.
In the abundance of your trading,
they filled the midst of you with violence, and you sinned;
and I cast you as a profane thing from the mountain of God,
and I expelled you, the guardian cherub,
from the midst of the stones of fire.
Your heart was proud because of your beauty;
you ruined your wisdom because of your splendor.” (Ezek 28)
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