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“Looks can be deceiving”, the Ancient instructed. “The bigger picture is too difficult a concept for the human mind, so it grasps onto more familiar images framed by negativity. This paints a different picture, one that is more easily understood. Your primary objective is to help them shift their focus”. His arms opened wide to reveal the image he wanted us to see. We had been observing a cramped space; cold and unforgiving. The humans there were aching, reaching for any way to get out of the space they were confined to. Once the view broadened before us, we saw an expansive space; green and bright, flourishing with life.
We were confused. “What does this mean?” I dared to step forward with my questions. “How did they”, I motioned to the space of green and light, “not become imprisoned as well?” He steadily turned toward me, a faint smile upon his lips.
“Those in the dark are not imprisoned, Beloved” he stated, eyes still resting comfortably in my gaze. “They are the worshipers of Falsehood and Shame. It is their choice to remain under the guardianship of Fear. Those in the light have realized that Fear has no lasting authority over them”. He touched a thoughtful finger to his lips. “Do you see now, that the humans in the light also differ from one another?”
We concentrated on a smaller contingent once again. “Witness those cloaked in grey. The grey has a known identity: Denial. Denial works in concert with Falsehood, manipulating their thought processes to little more than survival mode. Look closely at the male. Denial has completely enveloped him, so he is unaware of the degradation of his host body. Falsehood and Indulgence have taken control of his mind. Read his thoughts, now. He believes his disease is of no consequence to others and that he is not causing himself to sink into the darkness”.
A chorus of chatter rang about our meeting ground. The red and black branches of The Great Tree swayed with our voices. The Ancient leaned against her massive trunk, eyes closed in peaceful contemplation. This was our last teaching before we crossed the veil. I feared the Ancient would retain us here for another season, but I feared the departure even more.
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“You have the ability to see what the humans cannot. You can see their time from beginning to completion. You can see their true colors, you can see those they call demons or evil have no actual power.”
The cobalt sky above us glittered with millions of golden stars and comets. I looked up at our Great Tree, her branches giving birth to blades of goldenrod and crimson. The ground came alive beneath us, reflecting the leaves and the stars. It was time to cross over.
“Take on their forms; do not present yourselves to them as you are. It will frighten them”, the Ancient called after us. “Use their language and symbols to share what you know. Remember your role is to guide, not prevent!”
I watched Beloveds cross the veil like so many ripples in the ocean. I did not want to join them. What aid could I lend the humans without preventing them from doing the very things that landed them in the darkness? As I stood in the silence of the new season, I heard the happy song of Young Ones approaching. In time they would become Beloveds, cross the veil and usher in a new season of Young Ones. This has been the way for our kind since The Great Beginning.
I watched for the Ancient who would not arrive. Hundreds of small faces peered up at me in expectation. A curious Young One approached, and tugged my robe. “Master,” he said. “You’ve dropped your staff”. He handed me the great shaft of spiraled bark, forged from our Great Tree.
A bolt of electricity shot through the staff when it reached my palm. The blades of goldenrod and crimson became luminescent, buzzing in a language I now understood. I looked down at the Young One, so small and new. I thanked him with a wide smile.
“Welcome, Young Ones”, I greeted them. “Our season is long and there is much to learn”.