Friday, November 30, 2007

Balance




Oh, uh…it’s happening again. I feel myself deploying from my physical form, and in an instant, I find myself in a beautiful park. This is flush with delicate flowers in full boom, of vibrant colors, lush assortment, and intoxicating scents. The massive trees dance to the rhythm of the breeze.

I walk for a while, until I come to a bench where there is a man sitting. He is short in stature and of stocky build. He seems kind, as he focuses his steady gaze upon me.

I smile, and say hello. He greets me with a smile, but he does not talk to me; he seems to communicate telepathically. I know what he means, but he does not utter a word. This is weird, am I dreaming this?

So I try the same method, I am eloquent with my eyes, expressions, hands, and I present my questions in thought form.

- “Where am I, and who are you?” I think.
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- “You are merely visiting here, and I am called Socrates.”

- “Bull shit…wait! You mean you are that philosopher from 470 B.C.? If so, I have always had a question for you. If you loved Truth so much, why did you drink yourself the poison which killed you, knowing full well that the sentencing was unjust; and that you would make your wife a widow, and your children fatherless?

- “The real danger in life is not death, but in living an evil life.”

- “But…you knew you did nothing wrong, and the death sentence was given due to the vindictive minds of your accusers, and the outrage by your condemners by what they perceived to be arrogance on your part. My point is, you did not serve justice and Truth by willingly drinking of the poison, for those who judged you were unjust!”

-“I was condemned to suffer the penalty of death, and my accusers; they too, went their ways condemned by the truth, to suffer the penalty of wickedness and wrong. No evil can happen to a good man either in life, or after death. I saw that to die and be released was better for me. Some regarded this as fate; I think it was as it should have been.”

-“ If it was fated that you die due to the maliciousness of those who grew to hate you, or thought of you as a threat to the state, and you wished to live and die by your principles... that’s cool. You could have bravely stood by to be beheaded…sorry, that sounds awful, my point is: NOT by your own hand! You would have been vindicated in the afterlife, and made whole again…etc, but you would not have been an active participant in that repugnant game of abuse of power. You would therefore, have stood steadfast by Truth and justice.

- “I had a mission which I would not forsake, even to save my life.”

- “The problem Socrates, this type of thing sets precedence for the purity of Truth to be sullied, violated, deformed, by those in power. Those in power are probably in short supply of true Wisdom, since it may cause conflicts of interest. Throughout history the corruption of power has sacrificed innocent souls. Even now, there are so many people incarcerated due to Machiavellian plots, false accusations, and only after advances of technology are some found innocent thanks to DNA proof.”





To be continued.