Death and Truth
Death is a middleman and Truth is a midwife. Together they bring about Life. None looks fair of sight to the blind. Few want to meet them, even fewer dare see their light. Their path is that of mercy. He lifts all the burdens of wounded; she takes them Home. The passage of their clients is not easy. They tremble and shiver. They writhe. They vomit, they cry, they die. But those who have seen the true faces of Death and Truth speak of Grace and Love.
So, don’t fear their coming. They’re not here to torture. They’ll lift your burdens and take you Home. Don’t hold onto idols, those symbols are vain. Don’t complain that they’ve come too soon. They’re here to help you. They’re here to care. Even if none sits at your bedside, holding your hand, they’ll let you meet your loved ones one very last time. You’ll travel through Space and travel through Time. They’ll be your wings, they’ll hold you. Let go of your troubles, let go! Let them take you across! And if your time hasn’t come yet, they’ll stop you at the border. You’ll get a glimpse of abundant Love; you’ll get a glimpse of your future. But if your time is not yet up, they’ll take you back to your work.
You’ll have more faith. You’ll have more strength to endure your burdens. Death will have lifted some boulders. There will be less weight on your shoulders. Truth will show light in the darkness. She’ll guide you to your future. Walk side by side with this couple! If they are with you, you’re blessed. Someone cares to hold your hand.
You may be beaten, you may be raped, you may be tortured. You may have seen your children die in front of your own eyes. You may have seen them, attempting suicide over and over again. You may be scarred on the inside. Your children may be scarred on the outside. You’re tigers. You are survivors, you’re heroes. Even without limbs, even when your mind is burning, someone is holding you. Let go of the pain and sorrow! Let go!
The middleman and midwife are working, watching over you. Their hands are your cradle. Their hands are your Mother’s womb. Their hands are rocking you. They’ll take you across the Ocean of Nought. They’ll take you Home and cuddle. You’ll be reborn, you’ll be young. They’ll take you Home where you belong. There will be your spouse to hug you, even if you had none in that body. They’ll give you a body of light and joy. Perhaps they’ll send you back.
You’ll feel your injuries all over. There will seem to be no end. Your life is crushed. Your body marred. But you’re light and young on the inside. Your eyes are no longer shrouded by grief. Your eyes are on fire, they’re bright. You may not walk yet. It may be hard to talk. You may be bedridden in exile. You may not know a single face around you. Someone may shout. Or bang a door. There may be crossfire, putrid corpses lying around.
I’ve been there, I know. I know that stench and that worry. But now it is gone. It’s gone. You have a new body of light. Your eyes are burning bright. If Death and Truth returned you, you still have a story to tell. You may not like it now. You may feel grumpy, not feeling a limb. I’ve been there. It will be over one day. And Death and Truth are with you, guiding your way.
Don’t force their hands! Don’t take your own life! When the tide comes, wait for the ebb! If the Ocean takes you, let go! Just breathe! Breathe with me! Even when your lips are dry and breath is scorching pain, breathe with me! Breathe! In and out. Let’s do it again! You can do it, I know. You may be orphaned; you may be raped. Love is still flowing through you. There may be no hospice, no friend. But Death and Truth are watching over you.
There will be a new beginning, new meaning. You may not see it yet. But Death and Truth are working, they’ll arrange for everything. There will be a new home, even if it’s just a hut. There will be peace. It’s always inside you, waiting. Love is working through you. Love is healing you. When the time is right, miracles happen and magic. There will be no hero to save you; you are the hero. It’s your job to get up once again, go save the Princess! The Princess is waiting. You’ll find Her. Even as a cripple, you are worthy of Her love.
You’ve played your part well, even better, better than you thought. Even if your lot seemed evil, it was just a role. You have fulfilled your pledge; you’ve accomplished the mission. You’ve done well. May Love be your badge of honour, may light be your crown. The Princess loves you, She never stops.