The Spiritual War.

                                                           

Sit with me on this mountain.

Feel the strong sun tempered by the breeze from the sea.

Tune in to the soundscape of bees, crickets, ciccadas, the distant cry of eagles, the gentle rustling of the olive tree's leaves.

Open your eyes to the colours, the forms of nature in its intensity, its balanced beauty.

Sit. Take some Raki with me, some olives, drink some water from the spring.

Share these moments.

Find peace.

Gaze down upon the world from our high place, my friend.

See the river of time flowing, our great family tossed and turned by the eddies of fate and buffeted by the casually thrown rocks of that inhuman presence we can readily see from up here.

Close up, that presence is only an enigma, a dark haze on the edge of consciousness.

But from up here its form is clear.

It is Evil incarnate.

See, there, and there, and there in our family's ago when the waters were stirred to frenzy and our river of time flowed red.

See, there and then, how deliberately, and with such foul malice, anger was tossed into our way, causing us to forget our selves, to stand outside of our true nature.

See, there and then, the dark purple mist of grief rising, enveloping, enshrouding our spirit.

See guilt, see shame, see sorrow colouring our journey for generations.

See that entity feeding upon it, surviving, thriving.

See forgetfulness turn the waters blue again.

See the dark presence raise another rock, and another, and throw them with jealous frenzy.

Why jealous?

Why frenzied?

Because, like us in this high place, it too can see our human journey from beginning to end.

It can see what we will become.

And it knows it cannot stop us.

And so it understands that it can only spoil the journey, slow the coming inevitability, take what pleasure it can, while it can, from the misery it sows.

And, like all bad losers, it is bitter.

Even more bitter in this now, knowing that WE will kill it soon.

Find peace, dear soul.

See from our high place what is not ago but is what will be.

Can you see it?

Just there, beyond the great rising cloud, beyond the whirlpool here below us in this now.

Can you see?

Our ship emerges, sails on!

Do you see, there, the great placid ocean spreading before us, so close?

So close.

Listen.

You can hear the joy, the laughter, the exuberance, the cheers.

Can you see the colour rising, enveloping, giving light rather than enshrouding?

There is a name for that colour.

It is the colour of LOVE.

It is every colour of the rainbow, plus one more that we will learn to see.

And there, by the great turmoil, do you see that dark shape lying still?

That is the death of evil, the corpse of sadness, the grave of grief.

Its death came from our imagination, as did its life.

It was born of Fear, thrived on misery, was killed by Love.

Evil was the product of our fearful naivety.

Its death the product of our collective maturity.

Like in all things, death is the precursor to rebirth.

Inhumanity dies at the moment the World Mind is born, the Moment we realise our collective human-heartedness.

Out of darkness will come light.

The Creator's love was always within us, from the beginning.

Here, at last, in our darkest moments, we found it.

And in that finding, in that realisation, found WE had the strength to kill evil.

Within us all.

The World Mind of our species.

And it is GOOD.

Here, drink, eat something.

Let hope, let joy, let LOVE inside.

Look again at the great river of time, but see now its whole, its entirety.

A difficult journey, hard, full of learning.

But always, unstoppably, inevitably leading to our destiny.

As the Creator intended, dear friend.

We will have learned from the tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil.

Then, at last, WE WILL, as one family, choose.

And that choice will be the easiest choice WE ever made.

That Moment nears, do you see, just there, just a moment away in time's river?

Where we human beings left that marker.

Those four stones that mark the grave of Evil.

Do you see them?

Look around.

They're everywhere....

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