The Exodus:
THE SWORD OF DAVID
Those who chose to stay behind said that it had changed us, those of us who had chosen to take up the Sword. And of course it had. With Sword in hand this incredible journey now opened up before us. It was the thought of moving into the greater states of consciousness that had begun to work on us, making us more than what we were.....
Even though we could clearly see the sad chaotic state of the old world, any promise of a new and greater state of existence, a golden age seemed just a little too far out to believe in. And yet, the Sword was real. There was simply nothing it would not, could not do. And that knowledge alone strengthened us, gave us a courage we had long thought lost.
The old world was being threatened in every direction -- overwhelming crime, global war, global warming, sickness, hunger, corruption. All was becoming erratic and unstable, out of control. The balance between good and evil was out of kilter and mankind was floundering in it's wake. All we had was a promise of gloom and doom, the end times. Then suddenly it was there before us -- a choice.
Still, I guess one could say it was a relatively lesser cause that had motivated us to finally strike back -- we were afraid for our children. After years of watching little fat men behind large desks make even bigger decisions which usually left us dead and dying in the streets from hunger, sickness, poverty and war, we had finally said..."enough!" We were simply determined not to subject our children to the same bleak future. We took up the Sword. Then we armed them -- our young.
From the earliest age possible, we began to instruct them in the use of our beloved "Absolution". No..no..we did not teach them war, or revenge or even confrontation. We taught them the marvelous wonders, the versatility of the Sword itself. We taught them of its highest levels of yield, its infinite ability to deliver that desired of life. We left injustice to the enemy. He would teach them war. And he would pay the price....
Why? Well...why not? You see, we were suddenly, just when the worst seemed inevitable, given a choice between an ending to all things or a beginning. And we now had a weapon, a tool. It was an opportunity to move beyond this chaotic existence into a greater state of life and living. For the Sword made any and every threat now simply a matter of opinion, simply dependent upon one's point of view.
The Turning Tide
Let me tell you about the little klinker that helped turn this thing around, reestablishing a sense of balance. You must first understand that man's inhumanity toward man is base commonly upon the bigger, better armed and more ruthless preying upon the weak. Usually, the unarmed and passive. And all in the pursuit of self-profit.
It still seems difficult to believe how long it took them to catch on, to realize what they were up against. Blessedly, the Sword made available a variety of protective devises, retorts that could lie dormant, totally undetected. That is, until unleased by an injustice. Even if an intended victim succumbed to such injustice, the retort would remain intact, continuing undeterred, going about its task. Usually, it moved with such subtlety as to go unnoticed, until too late.
Like a computer virus, it could eat its way thru a bad attitude, a group, a city , a nation, bringing disruption or utter devastation. And when tempered by the enemy's own viciousness, leaving nothing but spit! It was a little trick which was to become an accepted tactic of defense and retaliation for our people. The retort would merely match its own level of intensity to that of the injustice. It could actually feed upon it, drawing energy, strength from it.
But even more astounding, the Sword could take us into worlds beyond dream, to explore those heavenly conditions we have only imagined. So, most of us chose to leave the old world to those who had created it, fostered it, adulterated it beyond redemption. Each to his place, was the marching song of the sick, oppressed, enslaved and homeless as they too took up the Sword for the journey to our new land and freedom.
Sure, it had changed us. It had given us a far greater love and zest for life. It was something that we had tried desperately to share with each and everyone we met along the way. Only to be ridiculed and mocked. Until finally, we grew silent, sharing our adventures only among those who traveled with us. Only among the few who still sought us out, still believed that we did indeed exist.
We were the new Pilgrims. For we could not know true spiritual freedom until we got there, reached the Promised Land. Only on that day, could we each lay our beloved Sword aside, no longer challenged by our surroundings. But we knew we must continue to survive, to endure, hewing a path before us. We were going home....
Respectfully
submitted,
November 2, l997
(Five
years before it was to begin.)
Note: While the related
submission has yet
to play itself out, it is born of
the Sword,
the existence of which is Fact!