The Story of Truth, Love and Delusion
In the focus of his mission he never had the luxury of the knowledge of just how magnificent he was. A beautiful yet fearsome creature, and powerful yet obedient. The intense energy he exuded was enough to knock a man backwards in tears. Under direction that power could disintegrate you.
He was crouched down, one knee to the surface. His right arm braced him as his left draped over the thigh of his left leg. He turned toward the director with an almost anguished expression.
Truth, sitting in his chair was watching him. He simply closed his eyes and slowly shook his head no. Truth understood Love’s impatience, but it was not yet time.
Love stood slowly, still looking down and not at all happy with what he was seeing. He knew it was not yet time. The stage for now, was given to another. The anger pent up within him shook the realm where he stood. Truth looked over at him again. His expression was of patient admiration. How he adored him and his faithfulness.
In the years before the stage was set, Love walked among them, first adored, then ridiculed, then hated. Only a remnant remembered his grace before his swift and sudden fall. What they didn’t know was that his fall was nothing more than an escape through a veil to another act in the drama. Most believed an encore was being planned when in actuality it was the finale that was yet to come.
Truth looked down and saw what upset Love. It was not any easier for him. Both knew what they were waiting for. All the numbers had to be complete. It was an act of art but also an act of engineering. Not one would be left out. All the gears had to be in place and engaged for the mechanism to be operational and for the mission to be fulfilled.
Down on the ground another was being prepared, the one whom for a time, the stage was given. The one called Delusion. The father of lies. He paced behind the curtain. He was nervous, excited and bright with anticipation, but he was a shell of a counterfeit compared the Truth’s main character. This one just didn’t know it. He was nothing but a jealous ghost from an old war, but he did plan to put on a good show.
The one behind the curtain rehearsed his opening. He would be good enough to fool some . . . maybe millions, but not all. His moves were sharp, his delivery crisp and his sound impeccable . . . but he still was no comparison to Love, whom he minted himself to be. Only eyes that see and ears that hear will be able to detect the difference.
Love watched from his position, the beast behind the curtain. Truth kept his eyes on the world stage. He trusted Love for it WAS Truth, who’s suffering was behind him. Truth knew that Love now cried for the suffering of others.
Neither could barely wait for the last cry, from the last of their numbers.
Truth stood. He walked over to Love and put a hand on his shoulder. Love sighed, head hung. He knelt down again to one knee, to watch the drama.
Truth walked away. Down on the ground he saw one of his likeness, in a dwelling, looking for answers. Truth stretched out his hand until it reached into the heart of the being in his likeness.
Below, the being stopped. The mouth fell open as the being heard the words “like a child”.
Tears welled up then fell over the lashes. The heart opened like a flower and love filled it with understanding.
The being fell to their knees and against the seat of a chair bowed their head into their hands. Its cries, like that of a child who just saw a parent they thought had died, wafted upward until it reached the ears of Truth.
Truth’s face softened as tears formed in his own eyes. Gently he sent love back down to the being crying into the seat of the chair, praying.
A gentle smile softened Truth’s face as he looked toward Love, who heard the cries. Love smiled as he slowly stood up. He loved them as Truth did.
Truth and Love looked into each other’s eyes. Love was barely able to contain his joy. The time was so close.
Truth raised his hand. He spread his fingers. Love watched, smile gone, intense focus replacing it.
Slowly, Truth began folding each finger toward the palm one at a time, counting down.
As the forefinger was left, Truth looked toward Love, hesitated, then pointed toward the stage.
Love gave Truth one last look before taking the stage.
This is it.
The final curtain call . . .
Of Delusion and Love, only one will be left on the stage when the show is over. And at that time they shall know Truth.
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