Freewheelin': A Journey of a Free Spirit (Revisited).

Freewheelin’: A Journey of a Free Spirit (Revisited).


Intro.

It takes time, she tells me... you can't find it overnight, it takes time. The pursuit of freedom is the subject of this essay, that which has eluded me for many years. It can be found, that i know. I escape, but am i free? For many days now i have been lead to believe that redemption exists, if not in the mind, then on this earth, and right now! i endeavor to find it, here in these words. And i share my findings with you, so we can both be liberated, and enlightened. So why the journey? What is it that can't be found right here, right now; that which requires a 'journey' of some description, some destination to bring us to the fact that our freedom lies within us. Yes, redemption requires a mighty effort on our behalf and sometimes a journey is best way to come to that realisation. It all begins with one small step, and we are about to take it.
Her face has it; the truth, that is. It 'holds' it when our eyes meet, time stops and, we see ourselves in a new light. We evolve and we are wiser, and not for some split second but from here on in, and we know that (is true), as a fact. And who is she? She is love. And what is love? Love is truth. There is no escape, we see our true feeling and we are naked to this, there is no escape. And does she know? Love always knows, however we are not escaping our lives to 'fall in love', it is 'love' which has fallen for us; and finally, we are 'freewheelin'...



PART ONE:


1. The Land of Giants.

The mountain pass poses difficulties for me, as night falls my steps become premeditated, and i choose them with care. Focus, i care to remember each one and i have taken many. The path to the holy land is one in which each and every thought is destiny, and destination. We are in a sacred land. Many have come this way before, and many will follow, but it is our thoughts which will guide us now. How can we enjoy such a journey? Each step is burdened with pain and only our fear keeps us from falling, we must focus; the road to our destination is littered with danger. Why undertake such a journey? Truth comes at a price. And we are all willing to pay this price if the reward is true love. She will be our guide, each step, she wills us on further, to our destination.... and the Land of Giants. This is her home, and mother earth has protected her identity for many years, for it is only the faithful which will grace this land. I find myself hypnotized by her presence, as each step is taken her legend reveals itself; i know this path will lead to the truth, that which has eluded me for many years.
I awake to a brilliant dawn, that which i have traveled many days to see, and finally it is revealed to me, in all its splendid glory. My soul is lifted onto the wings of a dove and i'm free for the first time. Her path takes us beyond mountain, beyond valley, and into the heart of her territory and the land of giants. For days i have wished to see her face and it is now that i am beginning to realise her beauty, my soul soars with the eagles and i am lifted above my destiny, into a land of legend and i become one with her, and her ways, her thoughts. Time has revealed herself and it is time which now holds the truth, and for an eternity. I travel with her to the place where it all began; the legend, the beauty, and only now can i turn to look at her and see her in all her glory... Mount Kailash.


2. Nine Eleven and The Tale of the Twin Towers.

I remember little of that day, or at least i care to remember little. All i do remember is running down to the Victoria Wine to buy a packet of Marlboros. At the time i was volunteering for the Red Cross, this was not a career move, more a side-effect of schizophrenia, something i had been cursed with for many years. And all prayer mats point to Mecca, and this was quite true considering the whole affair was over who had to right to the holy lands of Islam, and all that oil, (or so i am lead to believe.) My understanding was that the cold war was over and the CIA needed a new nemesis to conquer. Islam had its place and somehow the CIA had manufactured 'extremism' out of a peaceful people's, and now 'they' wanted to 'take over the world'. All i knew was that 'I' had taken over the world and was now watching the fruits of a game of toy soldiers, played in my room, and played out on the 9 o'clock news. This was my idea; my schizophrenic delusions had challenged 'America' and the West, to a holy war against Islam, (as these were the only 'sets' i could lay my hand on.) Playing toy soldiers with my hallucinations had produced the world we inhabit today and i was pleased, and on the seventh day 'I' took a day off and watched it on the BBC. Well, there you have it! That’s why 911 happened, because i 'thought' it would, and it did... Now just a second, how can the delusions of a schizophrenic possibly have anything to do with something which has been brewing since the occupation of Palestine! Or the creation of Israel, depending on which state you are recognising! This is just hearsay, your honour, no evidence to prove the assertion, just conjecture and the refutations are a plenty. Nonetheless, i stand by my assertion, that this is no more than fantasy, and that we will all feel a whole lot better after medication! Realising that reality can be more 'extreme' than fantasy goes a long way to understanding schizophrenia. You can dream up the most ludicrous realities when you have an episode of psychosis, but you will never, and i repeat never, surpass the reality of mankind's delusions, or realities. I'm glad it happened, i feel better!


3. Freewheelin': The Journey of a Free Spirit.

I love to travel, ever since i was young i loved to be taken to places; and it wasn't where we were going, it was just the 'going'. It was as if each journey would take me home, to a place where i belonged, a free spirit hasn't settled, but maybe the next journey will take him there. Or maybe it was just the traveling which made me feel at home, the car journey, or the long walk, maybe i was truly home when i had no home, and when i finally arrived, i would be traveling. Either way you look at it, your only as good as your next journey, and journeys, i've had many. Being displaced from my place of birth to the other side of the world, and without a choice, one is always looking for a way home, now i'm older i take my journeys with care, each one takes me closer to home, closer to my world, as i piece together 'this' world. And when i find myself home, as i truely see it, i'm only freewheelin'...
I'm looking for love, we all are, and it’s not just someone 'to' love, it's love as i would call her, for she is truth, and she brings you home, to a place where you belong. And i'll keep looking, each 'affair' sheds light on the truth, as love is not to be found hiding in one place, but shining throughout, and in many. And this is the truth, we can find her in all the places we know well, and we discover her when we are lost, for it is love which eases our minds when we find we are lost. And as many times as i have found her, i have lost, for she will guide us on a journey which is endless and vast, and this journey will not end until we are home. Only our path is determined by fate, our choice on how we get there, and we will get there, all of us do, we all arrive at some point, we are all born and all of us will meet her again, on our deathbed. So keep searching for love, be aware of truth at every moment, the journey will not end until you've made your peace with her, and don't cling to her, for she too is free, when you find her, simply let her go and she will too. Only then will you be freewheelin'.
She is with you now, and she knows that you don't care. Not that you don't care 'about' her, only that your cares are without her, in mind and in action, but you're not to know, that she is with you, you're not to care for her, when you are sleeping, and you are always sleeping, until you are awaken. And it is only she who can awaken you from your slumber, as it is her who put you to sleep. And when you awake, you feel a warm glow around you, as she kisses your forehead and breathes life into every thought, for now you can begin your journey and search for the one whom, is life... is truth. Finally, we are getting there, we've traveled sun and moon and for many a day, and we are tired, looking for a place to rest, a place to call home. And when we do, just remember that she never sleeps, for she is forever watching over the one's she loves, with compassion, and she knows you are looking for her, she just wants you to awake to another dawn, for she too was once... freewheelin'.


4. Intifada and the Palestinian Uprising.

I am about to travel into what is one of the world's most troubled places, the occupied territories of Israel and Palestine. I take this journey with due care and attention, i do not want to provoke any bad feelings between my two hosts, the Palestinians on one side and the Israelis on the other. Muslims and Jews have a bad track record, with many wars and much fighting over land and territory. Ever since the 'creation' of an Israeli State, the Arab states have fought to reject the Jewish claim to this, the most holy of places. Does it belong to the Jews, or is it sacred to the Muslim faith? The debate goes on. Many have lost their lives, as many more will, both Jew and Muslim, but is there an end to occupation and suffering, can these two peoples live in peace? I endeavor to find an answer. And this is not a history lesson, i believe the loveloss which history records will be our downfall when coming to a solution, we must forgive and be forgiven, only then can peace be achieved. What i mean by this is an end to occupation and a nullification of borders; there is no 'two state' solution, I call for total integration of Israel and Palestinian people, one state and one people. How can this be achieved? We need to return to the question of faith.
Now i'm not going to bore you with the details of why Jews and Muslims reject each others claims, no, i'm going to introduce you to a faith which will allow both Jews and Muslims to accept each other and allow them to forgive each other, no matter what they are lead to believe about the others deeds. It's a new idea, no less a new belief, it's called 'survival'. I say loud and proud that 'your not gonna survive unless you forgive your neighbour, right here, right now!' This western notion of a two state solution was not written in your holy book, nor was the idea that peace talks and a 'road map' was the way to your redemption. No! The only truth your faith has to offer you is tolerance and compassion, you need to 'love' thy neighbour and accept him in your home, before you accept those words you were brought up to hold so dearly. This is your faith, mankind and the road to heaven, here on earth, in Jerusalem, the Middle East and the Holy Lands! We are 'Mankind' and we are all subjects of 'God', and i do believe that there is only one God, and that you are both, Jew and Muslim, subject to His glory. Satan lies within us all, and it is only our hate and fear which allows the 'fallen one' to deceive us into a state of war. Can you accept my words, if not my argument? You are not the chosen ones alone, but in unison with your 'brothers', and it matters little if it's a mosque or a synagogue in which you choose to worship Him, we will all be here when He returns. Just ask yourself, ' what do you want to be doing when He returns?' Killing you brother in His name, or making your peace and forgiving, so that He too will forgive you, for all your sins. A man of faith has no enemies, just another brother to accept, and in His name.


PART TWO:


5. Jackel and Hyde.

It’s time to go on a journey, a long trip overseas to a place where time has no meaning and much less, influence. It’s a place I go to whenever I have the opportunity, a place I go to when I have time. You can’t find it on a map, no, this place requires your imagination, and you’ll never get there unless you’re willing to ‘fly’. You’re close when you awake from a dream, even closer when you remember something which skipped your mind, but you’ll never get there unless you can focus your attention on the sky, for that’s where we are about to go. Take me to an altitude of 37,000 feet and we’re getting close. Above cloud cover and within the domain of the sun’s glory; I’ve seen it few times, but I’ve imagined it many. Take me to this place where time has no meaning, a place I can see my home. And take me there now for I miss myself, and I miss all those whom I wish could be with me, in this place, at this time, and send them a postcard so that they can also say, ‘yes, I know a place where we can go.’ And why is it that I wish to take you to this place? Because this is the place where I was born, and because I wish to share with you my feelings of this space, a place I call home.
And so the story goes, I was created out of thin air, and I fell from the sky, floating on a feather and carried by the wind. I was created out of good and evil, and in the presence of the sun, my purpose, to unite mankind, my goal, to bring an end to suffering, and peace on earth. So who sent me? Nobody sent me, however, many sent for me. Many in pain, many hungry, some lost, others found. And why did they? Because nobody cared for them, and they needed care, and my attention. And what is my name? I have no name, and I’m called by many, so you can call me ‘Jackel’. Born with second sight and the ability to stop time, thought you would never notice, I can travel at the speed of light and change your mind according to my will. With this power I attempt to cure mankind of his curse, that of ignorance, and offer wisdom in return. As everyman’s destiny is his maker, mine is to honour sun and moon for as long as they wish to shed light on this earth.
I have an older brother, he too was created from good and evil, many years before me; his name is ‘Hyde’, His story goes… on a full moon, on the lake of fools, a child was found. He was found by jackals taking water from the lake, they took pity on the child and nursed him. He grew to become a young boy, strong and adept at survival in the wild, having leaned from the jackals how to scavenge for food and how to hide from hunters. As a scavenger, Hyde observed the fishermen and took scraps whenever possible, the fishermen never saw young Hyde, else they would have caught him and exposed him as a thief, for that was what he was. One day a young girl from the village was walking by the lake only to see Hyde swimming, she thought he was one of the fisherman’s children, but on closer inspection she saw his long hair and knew that no fisherman’s boy would have hair as long as his; she was confused but took pity and thought maybe some nomad’s had come to the lake and that this was one of theirs. She watched him as he swam like a fish in the sea, she laughed out loud at the sight of a nomad’s son swimming with such skills, the boy made her feel at ease and she walked closer.
‘Hey! Nomad boy!’ she hollered, laughing as she did. Hyde looked up and saw the young girl. He said nothing. ‘Hey you!’ she called again,’ what are you doing? You swim like a fish, yet you have hair like an ox!’ she continued to laugh. Hyde felt drawn to her, his attention was on the forest, forever looking for danger, maybe this was a trap. He remained in the water, submerged as to hide his presence. ‘Come here and I will give you something to eat, are you hungry?’ Hyde looked around and saw no danger, so we waded closer to the girl. ‘I have bread and water, come and we can share. It’s okay. Come.’ And so Hyde did. They ate by the lake of fools and as she talked, Hyde listened. He had never heard people speak, only from a distance, so he was intrigued but her playful chit-chat and continued to feed himself as he made friends with her. Hyde could only use hand gestures, but the girl didn’t mind, she continued to talk and soon Hyde felt at ease and he began to show off, making noises which he learnt off the jackals. This made her laugh even louder, ‘You sound like a wild dog! Don’t you know how to speak?’ Hyde continued, shaking his head and howling. ‘So you’re mute, I thought as much. It doesn’t matter. I understand!’ She continued to laugh and Hyde imitated her. ‘I have to go now, take this bread for your family. I will come here again.’ She smiled at Hyde and stroked his long locks. ‘Take care nomad boy, maybe I’ll see you again.’ She left Hyde with some bread which he ate as she walked away.


6. The Blood of a Jackel.

I see the world from a place where no man has been. With my eyes i can see suffering and pain, hunger and confusion. With these eyes i can look into your mind and watch your thoughts as they arise, and for a second i can know the truth. What have you done that makes you weep? What thoughts make you cry out for compassion and understanding. I know all these things and more. Why did you suffer so much when all you had to do was call? Cry for help because help is what you need. But nobody listened, and nobody cared for your sorrow, your loss, and only a fool would be interested in the thoughts of a madman. But i heard you at night, lying on your bed, tears instead of rest, and only a fool would take your place in your hour of need, as only a fool would weep, alongside you. And for three years i heard you cry out, in silence, and in pain, and it was that, the most defening sound to my ears, when you call out in pain, and all you want to do is die. Such suffering is why i am hear, i hear your plea, and i will take your place so that you can rest, and you shall recover and i will use my power to heal your thoughts so that you can live, and peace be with you, for your soul is pure, and your mind, free.
So you lost, the gamble didn't pay off and you were left without a heart, for you gave it away in exchange for eternity, that which no man can own, but everyman must pursue. The eternal life, that with no end, whether happy or sad, we would all give our hearts for a glimpse, but life is not eternal and noone can live forever, and i must find you a heart so that you can rest, without which, only tears and the Blood of a Jackel.
So i pick them up, one after another, lying by the side of a road, lost and in tears. They have no home for they have no heart, given away, gambled, tossed like a pair of old shoes, walking barefoot, destitute and searching for redemption. On the road to oblivion, without water, punished by the sun for their failure, no shelter, no shade. I give them hope, as they bleed their way through life, i give them a chance, forgiveness, and a path with a heart. You will meet me at the crossroads and you will recognise me because i am your reflection, and the heart you once had. And when you see me you will smile and say hello, and i will greet you with a cool breeze, that which you have been waiting so long for, and you will know that this is I, Jackel, the one you sent for.


7. Hyde and seek.

He walks this earth still, and i must find him soon, for he too seeks the weak and tired, praying on the lost and lonely. He seeks his pray like a jackal, that which taught him the ways of survival, and he feeds on the scraps of mankind, those on the edge, those about to die, those hungry and lost; he takes their souls away with a glance, leaving them crazed and derranged, his army of madmen set free upon this world to pollute and infect the living. And i must find him soon, for as he takes away each soul, he too becomes derranged and confused, his delusion, to kill mankind of hope and compassion, to create war and loathing, where once was peace and understanding. He cannot be destroyed, nor can he be healed, for it is I that must find him, and bring him home, home to rest.
And i search through time and space to find his footprints imbedded on mankind, a trail of crazed and psychotic images of murder and hate, an army of evil, poisoned and ready to take life, to end the suffering within, to cancel out the balance, to end their loss, to nulify the pain. I hear their cries but i cannot save them, for their souls are poisoned and their minds are deluded, they must scavenge this earth looking for eternity, feeling only pain. If i gave them a heart they would consume it as they consume everything which graces their path, forever hungry and full of fear. Neither innocent, nor are they guilty, they are the lost souls of Hyde, without choice, their fate was cruely taken away because they chose to look into His eyes, and forever, they must wander this earth, blind and without a place to rest.
I seek my brother but i find only shadows. My search takes me though the minds of the ones he has seen, lost and without hope, tired and looking for escape, escape from the bondage which now ties them to Hyde's fate. He cannot escape and he must continue, continue to recruit and plan, for it is his fate that he must command an army of confusion, bound to mislead the faithful, and i say faithfull because that is what i give, faith in life and the will to survive. He knows not of my mission, for his delusion makes him blind, living that one day, in the hope that he too will be free, free of his fate, that of destruction, and the destruction of self, that which he will never be free from, for he is eternity, forever destroying but never destroyed. And he cannot take life, and neither can his life be taken, he converts faith into faithless, and hope into hopeless. And i must find him, and find him soon, for that too is my mission, to free my brother from endless night, so that he too can find peace, by the lake of fools.


8. The Two Tribes.

Come my brother! Take refuge with me, for i seek you and have found you. Why? says I, for i am bound by blood to continue upon my path. I beg you brother, take refuge and your tale will be complete, the rest you seek is within my power and i offer forgiveness for your sin. No, you are a charlatan, no man can offer me peace, I am Hyde and will bow down to no man! I am strong and my army is twofold. But brother, i know your heart, and it is troubled, let me ease your suffering, and bring an end to this night. You decieve yourself, promise me the end when i know i am eternal. For two thousand years i have walked this earth, i know my fate and it is so, my army is ready and we will fight for that day! No, brother, your army is weak and you are deluded, no man will fight your cause, and no end will come, you seek refuge and i offer you that, i beg you to lay down you soul, for you are Hyde, born of the lake of fools and blessed by the jackal, take your peace with me! I am your brother. Foolish talk! I am eternal, everyman will seek me but no man will find me, for i am blessed by sun and moon, and i take refuge in no man! Brother, i am not here to mislead or trick you, i am your flesh as you are my blood. I have no brother, and i seek nothing. I am Hyde and i will fight untill i die! Draw your sword and challenge me here, by the lake, if you are my blood i will spare your life for we are eternal, and no man can end this, my suffering. I will not fight, your word will draw blood but you sword will not, hear my words and consider your fate. I am your destiny, i have been sent by your armies to end this war, they are the reason i seek the general, and i find that he is my flesh, i beg you, lay down your arms. My armies call for no man, you are a liar, my armies are strong and victory is ours. The day has come and you will bare witness to my claim, for i call upon my men to take arms and defeat the ones who take their place on this earth, for they have no leader and no victory. You are wrong Brother, your armies are lost and tired, they too seek refuge, their minds are deluded and their souls poisoned, poisoned by your fate, that of eternity. But i am eternal and free, for i too was created out of good and evil, many years after you, and i know you seek the lake to cleanse your soul, so to free your mind and the suffering within. Be free brother and join in my glory, the glory of the sun, leave the lake and take your place alongside me, and we will return to this earth will a comman goal, that to rid mankind of ignorance and delusion. What is your name? You speak of me as no man has spoken and know me like no man can, for i am their fate, that which they seek, but shall never know. Brother, i have no name, but i am known as Jackel, my friend, i am your reflection, and when you know me you will smile and say my name, and we will enjoy a cool breeze, the sun will punish us no more and it's light will guide us so that we can walk together, side by side, we will not hide nor will we be hunted, for we are His Glory, and the Angels of The Lord.



PART 3:


9. Meditation, Terror and the Road Map.


I am about to talk about a period of my life which is difficult for me, difficult, not because it's personal, but difficult because it's sensitive, and because i find it hard to recall my feelings, if i had feelings at all. When you turn the page on a chapter of your life, you care little for what came before, distant memories, no less, distant voices, and its only the fact that you are no longer there, that you realise why you are here. The subject matter is as alive and relevant today as is was then, the issues are still debated, and solutions yet to be found, however, it is no longer i that seeks the solutions, for i have found the answers within. And my conclusion... As is Life.
I never found the answers to my questions, much less the reason for asking, only compassion and the understand of self, and my place in this world. You may seek, but never shall you find. But that won't stop us from looking, and we all look, many see, but few will know, as is life. Puzzles and conundrums, questions and answers, hide and seek. We can all look, but why does no one see? Is it because of our ignorance, or the fact that we are wise? Many know, but few can speak. And we all keep looking.... as is life. I know of suffering, but i have no cure, i feel pain, but it does not disable me, I have needs, but nothing I want. Life as it is, and this i know, because i have felt it, and i have lived it, and now I teach it, to any who shall hear. And what is it that i know? Simple, that we are all deluded, tricked by our senses, in a world which has no sense, yes, nothing makes sense, we are the senseless, and only when we try to 'make' sense of it all, are we deluded into the world of nonsense, that which we cannot escape. Only when we look beyond that which is nonsensicle, can we see sense, that which effects us and us alone. Why look beyond our own body, our own minds, our soul? We are complete, from tip to toe, and there is nothing out there which i need, survival is self-maintenance, you are your own vehical, your own computer, your own shelter, yes, you require fuel, but only if you are about to travel, calculate nothing, only how to stop the questions from being asked, and live inside your body, the one provided at birth, without modification. And seek nothing from the world of delusions, for you will be mislead, and mislead others into your own delusions and fantasies. If we could say that we all shared in the same delusion, as is life, then only God would exist, and our lives would be His delusion... As is Life.

I return to 911, the defining moment of the new millenium. No man can live in the 21st century and not be effected by 911. It is a stark reminder of where we come from, and where we are going. War upon war, fear upon fear, security and protection... This morning i awoke to the news i have been waiting for, yes, now i know my journey has come to an end. I can see that this day is the end, and that a new beginning can unfold, for me, for you, for mankind. Whether we knew or whether we were fooled, none of us can escape the effect which this moment had, we feel excited, disgusted, we ask questions and speculate, we know, yet we disbelieve. Now that the angel has spoken, all will listen and He will return. I welcome Him with open arms, for He is the reason i have faith. There have been messiahs and prophets, now, finally, there is the Angel, and mercy be upon us, and forgiveness, in His name.
... and he threw a stone into the lake, and the ripples swam outwards to the banks of the lake. The fish came to the surface and the swans flew off, the Angel sat and observed. A lone fisherman, calls out to the angel, "Friend! Come and sit with me, do not disturb the fish!" The angel looked up and smiled. "My friend! When you catch a fish, do you take it for your supper, or throw it back, so that you may catch it another time?" The man looked confused. "I eat it of course! Why would i throw my livelyhood back into the water?" "If you catch every fish in the lake, then one day there will be no more fish left, and your livelyhood, no more." The man stopped to think, " But there are other lakes, if one lake has no fish, another surely will!" "And when you have caught every fish in every lake, then what?" The man looked confused and said nothing. "Take what you need with my blessing, and i will find you a lake where you will never be without." The man drew his rod and collected his catch. He walked to the angel and sat down. "My friend, what is your name, and where is this lake you talk of?" "I am Faith, and the lake is that of Heaven."
I want to make sense of 911, put it into a pigeon hole, classify and analyse it for what it was, an act of terrorism. But that diminishes the truth of what this act actually represents, that of truth against delusion. The fisherman was deluded into thinking that catching fish could provide a livelyhood for him and survival for his family, in truth only faith can provide these. Why is it that i say that? Without faith the fisherman would not be able go about his daily routine of fishing, because it is his belief that there are fish in the lake, and that he will catch one, if any. And when i say faith, i don't just mean blind belief, i mean truth, without delusion. He needs to know if there are any fish in the lake, he can do this by throwing bait into the water, if this brings the fish to the surface, he can conclude that he may catch fish in the lake. If no fish rise, then he may think about finding another lake. The terrorist believes that an act of destruction will attract followers, each bomb and every suicide attack will make headline news and bring their cause to surface in the media. People will want to know why, how and who, and this will create a delusion in their minds, a delusion that says there are people killing people, in the name of faith. In truth people kill people to survive, and that is the cruel fact of the matter, that this is not holy war, no, this is survival. The hijackers were prepared to give up their lives in order to take life, Bin Laden orchestrates the the delusion that we call Alqaeda in order for his faith to survive. As written in the Koran, jihad means struggle, his delusion leads us to belive that America is killing his faith, whereas i belive that its is the faithful that are deluded by their own faith, jihad is struggle, not against the infidel, as we are lead to believe, but struggle with your faith, as is truth. America will never defeat Islam, nor is that it's intention, only the followers of Mohammed can defeat truth, with that of delusion. And why the Angel? Because i know, As is Life.

I return to Palestine after a long absence, only to find the end of an era. From the bowels of the Second World War, we created a Jewish homeland, Israel, a homeland for the people of the Good Book. Dispersed from this land to the far corners of the globe, the Jews have kept their faith through thick and thin, never waivering from truth, that this land is theirs, by holy decree. They have fought long and hard for their right to call this their homeland, and never again will they be without. Many things can be said of the Jew, that which i shall not say, but of his faith, i will comend, for his truth, his faith, is strong. And he stands alone in this world, at the head of the table, and at the mercy of his Lord. History has persecuted this race, they have suffered, and they have lost, but Israel is hope, and this they will not concede.
So i return, and i find the same scenario of jews killing arabs, and arabs killing jews. The bloodshed has no end. The victims are often women and children, and this is war, innocence is lost. I see suffering and pain, eveywhere is the same, bloodshed and carnage. Whether it be from the Israeli Defence Forces or Palestinian Freedom Fighters, the story is the same, and there are casulties on both sides. And who is to blame? We all are. And who can bring a cessation to this war? Only faith. And what of the roadmap? It leads nowhere, only fuels the confusion and greed, of which both sides are guilty. I see palestinian children alongside their brothers, both are ready to give their lives for Palestine. I see a proud mother parading pictures of the latest martyr, boasting that he took five jewish lives with him, she believes he went to heaven. Fathers crying, as they bury their daughters, hoping their sons don't end up with the same fate. It's all we know, and yet we not moved, not enough to give in, no, we shall never give up. We believe we are innocent, we believe we are right, we believe our faith wills us to this end, but i tell you now, my brothers, it is not your faith, it is your ignorance, your delusion, and no, you cannot escape.
So let the Angel come, unto this land, let him see into the eyes of everyman, and claim this land for himself. He has walked this earth before and now, finally, he must rest. And this, the holiest of lands, is his home. He has returned to unite the faithful, both muslim and jew, to bring an end to war, and the cessation of suffering. And in time and space, this will be done, forever, and for now. Let peace be upon these people, and let love, shine a path with a heart.


10. Say a Little Prayer.


Peace be with you, my friend, and let love shine. I have travelled long to be with you, and now i have no enemies, only another guide, to take me to my place of rest. I have fought the delusions of my mind to find freedom, and i have looked into the soul of everyman to understand this, that you are my brother, and that i am your blood. For two thousand years we have fought each other, our faiths challenge us to accept, however, we have poisoned our souls with foolish fantasies, that i can be, without you, and that you can see, without me. Now the Angel has opened my eyes to truth, and my faith flows in my veins, and my blood is pure, once again, with my brother by my side. I call out to the one who mocks my words, why do you decieve us? i am here to unite, but you just plot, you plan to bring me down, and with me, my words. Hope is in my heart, and for you i will travel to the end, only to find you weak and without a friend, have mercy! you cry, for you were misled, by your heart and by your soul, and because you followed the false prophet, the fallen one, and hate is your path, that which leads nowhere, and to no man. Seek refuge my brother, you too have travelled long, your wisdom is your curse, and i am here to free you from your burden, a man of knowledge seeks peace and understanding, your knowledge of warfare and battle will be of no use here, for the Angel of the Lord has returned, and He calls you to his side.
Be in peace, my friend, let your journey come to an end, and let the angels shine a light on your path, and never fear, for love will take you home.




The End.