I leaned from the low-hung crescent moon and grasping the west pointing horn, looked down. Against the other horn reclined, motionless, The one they call , the Deliverer or Saviour, looking at me, but I was unafraid. Below me the hills and valleys were thick with humans, and the moon swung low that I might see what they did.
"Who are they?" I asked, for I was unafraid. And he answered: "They are the Sons of God and the Daughters of God."
I looked again, and saw that they beat, pushed and stepped on each other. Sometimes they seemed not to know that the one they pushed from their path fell under their feet. But sometimes they looked as he fell and kicked him brutally.
And I said to him: "Are they ALL the Sons and Daughters of God?"
And he said: "ALL."
As I leaned and watched them, it grew clear to me that each was frantically seeking something, and that it was because they sought what they sought with such singleness of purpose that they were so inhuman to all who tried to hinder them.
And I said, "What do they seek?"
And he answered: "Happiness.
I asked, "Are they all seeking happiness"?
"ALL", he replied.
"Have any of them found it"?
"Do they ever think they've have found it"?
He replied, "Sometimes they think that they have found it".
My eyes filled, for at that moment I caught a glimpse of a woman with a babe at her breast, and I saw the babe torn from her and the woman cast into a deep pit by a drunken man with his eyes fixed on a shining lump that he believed to be (or maybe to contain, I dont know), perhaps, Happiness.
And I turned to him, my eyes blinded.
I asked, "Will they ever find it?"
And he said "They will find it."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"Those who are trampled?"
"Those who are trampled."
"And those who trample?"
"And those who trample."
I looked again, a long time, at what they were doing on the hills and in the valleys, and again my eyes went blind with tears, and I sobbed....
"Is it God's will, or the work of the Devil, that men seek Happiness?"
"It is God's will"
"And it looks so much like the work of the Devil".
"It does look like the work of the Devil".
When I had looked a little longer, I cried out in protest: "Why has he put them down there to seek Happiness and to cause each other such pain and misery?"
Again he smiled obscurely: "They are learning."
"What are they learning"?
"They are learning Life. And they are learning Love".
I said nothing. One man in the group below held me breathless, fascinated. He walked proudly, and others ran and laid the bound, struggling bodies of living men before him that he might tread upon them and never touch foot to earth. But suddenly a whirlwind seized him and tore his purple robe from him and set him down naked among strangers. And they fell upon him and mistreated him terribly.
I clapped my hands..as a child who was filled with joy.
"Good! Good!" I cried, happily. "He got what he deserved."
Then I looked up and and all of a sudden once again saw the inscrutable smile of the teacher.
And he spoke quietly. "They all get what they deserve".
"And no worse?"
"And no worse."
"And no better?"
"How can there be any better? They each deserve whatever shall teach them the true way to Happiness."
I was silenced.
And still the people went on seeking, and trampling each other in their eagerness to find. And a realization came over me..that the whirlwind caught them up from time to time and set them down elsewhere to continue the search.
And I said, "Does the whirlwind always set them down again on these hills and in these valleys?"
And he replied: "Not always on these hills or in these valleys."
"Look above you."
And I looked up. Above me stretched the Milky Way and gleamed the stars.
And I breathed "Oh." and fell silent, in awe by what was given to me to understand.
Below me they still trampled each other.
And I asked him.
"But no matter where the Whirlwind sets them down, they go on seeking Happiness?"
"They go on seeking Happiness."
"And the Whirlwind makes no mistakes?"
"The Whirlwind makes no mistakes."
"It puts them down sooner or later, where they will get what they deserve?"
"It puts them sooner or later where they will get what they deserve."
Then the burden that was moments before crushing my heart lightened, and I found I could look at the brutal cruelties that went on below me with pity for the cruel. And the longer I looked the stronger my compassion grew.
And I said, "They act like men driven"?
"They are driven."
"What drives them?"
"The name of that which drives them is Desire."
Then, when I had looked a little longer, I cried out passionately: "Desire is an Evil thing."
But the face of the teacher grew stern and his voice rang out, startling me.
"Desire is not an evil thing."
I trembled, and my thought withdrew into herself into the innermost chamber of my heart. Till at last I said: "It is desire that drives men on to learn the lessons that God has set."
"It is Desire that drives them".
"The lessons of Life and Love?"
"The lessons of Life and Love."
Then I could no longer see that they were cruel. I could only see that they were learning. I watched them with deep love and compassion, as one by one the whirlwind carried them out of sight.
Copyright © Deborah Nuckles 1996
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