Messages to Humanity ^™

 

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And we are at the familiar campsite

The Scribe's Spirit is dressed as a colonial woman!

How very strange

Scribe’s Spirit

Do you want to know why

Scribe

Yes

Scribe’s Spirit

Because we are going back in time

Hence my need to prepare

Hence the Lord telling you to call me

We are going back in time dear

And my clothes are for you

So you know what time period we are in

Scribe

American colonial time

Scribe’s Spirit

Yes dear, what century

Scribe

The 1600’s

Scribe’s Spirit

Yes dear, the latter half of the 17^th century

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I am a bit bewildered

I am holding the Scribe's Spirit’s hand like I am her child

And she is my mother

We are walking to the campsite

Scribe’s Spirit

Look again

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We are at the campsite

There is a pot of water hung over the campfire

Scribe’s Spirit

What else do you see

Do not look for anyone or anything

Simply observe and state what you see

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There are other pilgrims around

Other women dressed as the Scribe's Spirit is

Children running around playing

Men also walking about – all in colonial clothes

And they all join hands in a circle and pray

They give thanks to God

For all he has blessed them

They pray with words

They pray with reverential silence – heads bowed

They are truly grateful

I sense the sincerity and depth of their gratitude to God

For all his blessings

For truly he has been generous with them

Generous beyond measure

There is land here!

There is open sky here!

They can breathe here!

Thanks be to God

They can breathe here!

And their prayer ends

And they unlink hands

And go about their respective tasks

Yes, they are preparing a meal

They are preparing to sit at table

Two Original Americans appear and join them

They are most welcome

There is friendliness and camaraderie

Between the Colonials and the Original Americans

And the Original Americans and the Colonials sup together

And share stories

And laugh

Then there is a shot heard in the distance

Everyone looks up startled

The Original Americans quickly get up and put on their bow and arrows

And mount their horses and gallop off to see what the trouble is

And the Colonials immediately load up their muskets and strategize

As how to best protect themselves

And more shots are heard

And the colonial women weep

And the colonial men look grim and say goodbye to the women

And warn the children to be wary

And the colonial men also go off to see what the trouble is about

And thus the Colonials and the Original Americans meet in war

They went searching for it

And it found them

And slaughtered many

Many, many people died that day

And most of them did not know why

Except that a battle was being fought

And therefore they needed to fight in it

And so it was

And so it is

Nothing has changed

Only the names and faces of the players have changed

The scenario remains the same

Humanity has learnt nothing it would seem

From the late 1600’s till now the early 2000’s

Insofar as remaining out of battle is concerned

It is so easy

Simply don’t fight!

That is all it takes

Don’t!

Don’t fight!

No matter what they tell you

Don’t fight!

Keep your eyes on your neighbor’s eye

Sup with him

Converse with him

Laugh together

And when you hear the shot in the distance

Let it be

Let those who would choose to fight

Do so

It is their choice and to be respected

But you also have a choice

It is your choice to remain at table with your neighbor

Or to get up, each of you from the table
And meet instead on the battlefield

You have a choice

You are free

You are free to choose

You do not have to meet on the battlefield just because some do

Allow them to

If they so want

You have a choice

If you go looking for the battle

The battle will find you

Choose instead to look into your neighbor’s eye