a time of war

At that point the world around me, all of humanity, went unto this wave of being inhuman. A great war broke out in the Middle East. Humans were killing humans as if there was no meaning to their lives. One identity trying to destroy another identity. And so many young and beautiful people became food for dogs, for hawks and for the vulture birds who claimed them as food.

Confusion, distrust, fears and despair had conquered the consciousness of humanity all around me and sent its wave to all humanity around the planet. The bad news spread very deep in the minds of all people. And the proven lesson of distrust took deeper roots in the consciousness of all people. And all that fighting happened in the dune sand of the desert where the stories of the saviors of humanity happened in the history of creation.

I thought of those great souls, the saviors of humanity, in the name of Moses, in the name of Jesus, in the name of Mohammed. Those great souls who came to deliver us to a deeper consciousness to a greater understanding of what is. I felt sad again thinking how could that be, that now in the name of the saviors we kill each other. And from the sadness I broke out with a prayer once again. "Come, I said, please come even if it looks like no one wants you, for they are too busy killing each other. But here I am stuck on the dune mountain, in the desert, and from my heart I really want you."

I spoke again to that presence and it appears that it was there all along and I was the one who drifted away from it. I became quiet again listening to the silent voice of that presence.

In the night my friend, the dogs of the desert, craving for more dead bodies, were howling.
Then I could hear the machine guns start to fire different sounds based on the size of the bullets. The dark sky was lit up with fire. Funny enough, that picture had its own beauty. Those streams of fire left behind the traveling bullets had created a beautiful sight of fireworks while the sound of the shooting and the bombing represented a great fear emanating from all sides of animosity. I couldn't help thinking that all these courageous men who fight to defend their identity have lost the identity of being alive.