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“Walk with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Try.”
“You are beyond my reach.”
“I am you!”
“I can’t.”
“Listen, I want you to listen carefully now. They…are you, a part of you. Your torturers are you. He who murders you is none other than your own will made manifest, and God’s will executed. How else do you wish to exit?”
“I don’t understand! Make them stop!”
“Take a deep breath… I’m with you! They’re torturing you; I can feel your agony.
But I ask you to turn your other cheek. Bless them. Love them as they pierce your flesh with their probes, as they lacerate you… Embrace them as they insult you. Savor them as they devour you…”
“I cannot! What you’re asking of me goes against everything I hold to be true. I am mortal, and frightened, and feel pain –“
“And feel love… Let go of this illusion of duality, it no longer makes any sense.
You’re being silent…
All I’m asking you is to…love your enemy with all your heart and embrace him even as he mortally betrays you.
Remember, two become one to make three. Conception bears witness to epic metamorphosis culminating to death from the womb, birthed into material world, and eventually through the tomb where birthed yet again.”
“What about love? Shouldn’t I have regret for lost love?”
“It’s written in your destiny. Love is the highest achievement of your will.
Love… It’s eternal, never lost.”
-Iliad Terra
