Finding Redemption. (A Short Story)
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Closing the eyes real deep, perhaps I might see the sages of old to cleanse my infinite soul. I've toured the world over for a peace offering pleasing to my spirit and I could see none.
The balanced stones were supposed to be the gateway mediation to the peaceful path.
Legs crossed in yoga style, with me and other initiate, we've all come here to find peace, the peace we never had and will never come, not to say that peace has always stare in the face of man since time began, but we've always shrugged it off as if it's nothing, this peace is an immortal gentle soul, it has the same characteristic with God, the creator. But not man, man O man, who is but a smoke as I read of the book written by sages before me.
I kept quiet and still, seamering the quietness of the ocean drawing in on me, each sounds make by the ocean synchronized with every thing around it, the birds in the air kind of perfectly fall in tune with it, never missing a beat or time signature neither the clef or going off key. In all this, I kept still, still to make it all sink in.
"The peace we never had can be ours if we let go of our past, let it go" the grand master in a fading voice said from afar, I concentrate the more, maybe a fairy will show in her pureness to announce to me I've reached the enlightened stage, I earnestly want it. Maybe my past was too horrible for her to come.
Like a balloon getting bigger with each air blown in, a child crept in on a white plain, a room glowing full of light, I watched with pure excitement for my redemption might be here, crawling in slowly and laughing innocently, my eyes began to move close on her, focusing more to see the physique, a baby girl. Then at the far end corner came in some group of soldiers filling the room in hundreds, while the kids stares at them with her childish face, I could see them making a pathway for a man to come in, like a cheetah to his prey he walked in, a young man in his early forties, a lieutenant, his face looked very familiar, I stared on to see his real face, alas, it was me, the young me.
I watched in horror as he commanded the baby to be killed and instructed the soldiers to go into every nook and cranny and make sure there is ethnic cleansing of this kind of breed. They left as instructed, followed by tears and wailing as far as the ears could pick, I really want to get out of this trance, but I cant, the soldiers came back with blood on there hands, and we left the room in full military might.
Only for me to see huge numbers of baby ghost crying and following each soldier, crying profusely, shedding an eternal rivers of tears in there ears, I saw as many of the soldiers wouldn't bare it, they cork a gun and left the horror of the evil I've pushed them into.
I knew the date well, I knew what I did.
A warm touch on my shoulder made me open my eyes, right in front of me was the meditation stones am supposed to stare on and focus, the balance of the stones reads many meaning, alas, my plight is far from redemption. The fact is, I can never find redemption.
I stood up with pure military courage, made for my room and cork the gun, point it to my head and finally find the peace am looking for in hell.
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