cook. Directing me to speak to the men, they
ignored me momentarily as one man said
that their regulations wouldn't allow me to
speak. Allaying them, I made myself be
heard. "Are all of you so caught up in your
illusion that the only words you will allow
into your reality are those of your
regulations book? Have you ever stopped to
consider why you follow those regulations?"
They began to pay attention to me. "You all
act as if you are zombies with no control
over your future, yet everything is available
to you. War is only the answer for young
souls who feel that their reality must be
perpetuated on the world. Is there not room
in the world for many viewpoints and many
soul-ages? Why do you allow yourselves to
be used as pawns in the game of unevolved
beings? You should be taking charge and
leading them, because you know what is real
and what is not. How many more will you
kill for someone else's argument? How
many of you will die for an ideal that is not
your own? Enter into love, and bring about
peace!" With that, all the men entered a
contemplative state.
Coming to hug me, the cook said,
"Thank you, man of peace!" Looking down,
brent
(Brent)
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