The tears flowed as he sat above the clouds watching his child being torn apart by too many of those who had been led astray. He knew this time would come but even then he dreaded it. There had been few periods when peace overcame but this time of upheaval seemed to be worse than others and it was painful to witness.
He looked upon his hands which was a reminder of wounds that never healed. The ache in his side was a constant reminder of the events he had undertaken to wash away the darkness and hate so that the warmth of love would fill their hearts once more. But now another phase of turmoil and blind rejection had to be undertaken.
Below, the cries of hate and despair resounded through the strings of the universes. Species in other realms held court to determine what to do with this misguided infant. Time and time again juries across the multiverse voted for execution but never by unanimous decision. And in this type of trial all had to be in favor of said verdict. Each time the trial was conducted Old Man would feel his side hoping those below wouldn’t feel his efforts were in vain.
He watched as the ever widening chasm of mis-communication, mis-information and misunderstanding drove an intentional wedge between the two extreme factions shoving aside reason and common sense under the guise of superiority and self-righteousness. As the valley of ignored deepened between the two opposing factions of self delusional extremism a dark stain started to appear from below the surface and overtake those that had been left helpless and stranded. The wings of reason had been clipped and the body of hope and prosperity could soar no more.
Old Man watched as one faction perverted the tenets of their limited religions and the other faction themselves in the improper belief that science would solve all their dilemmas. Old Man shook his head in total dismay that lost by these extremists was the knowledge that the proper integration of spiritual oneness and the pursuit of all the sciences was the path that would lead to the salvation of humanity. Not the segregation and separation of both scales. It was now apparent that communication, cooperation and compromise were lost to the dismay of those caught in the crossfire of hate. The putrid bile of the edges had reached the point where it had spilled over into the center of the bowl of reason and was beginning to drown any hope of compassion and understanding.
Even though it is the mouths of the wings that flap the most and make the loudest noise it is the middle or the body that provides the nourishment for the wings to survive. Alienated enough, the core will cease to feed the increasingly noisy wings as the extremists jawbones flap in the breeze. Eventually they will shrivel and die leaving a weakened yet different body or foundation to figure out which way to grow and prosper without the constant parasitical tugging and pulling of the newly decimated wings. For it is the wings, because of massive discord and hate, that can only embellish on their own prejudiced and biased view of what was while the body, free of the shackles of the wings, can and will concentrate on what truly is, what can be and what will be and the extremist wings have no influence or say in the outcome.
Old Man sat in dismay as the roar of the now dying wings spewed forth their prejudiced and misinformed hatred and bile towards each other as the final onslaught to overtake and silence each other took place. Tears streamed from Old Man’s face once more and began to rain towards the sphere that housed such hatred. Simultaneously, light rays from above poured over the whole atmosphere and dissected and refracted through the tears as they fell below. Enormous rainbows presented themselves to all that would pay attention. These were not rainbows to suggest any hidden or past promises but these were objects of beauty understanding.
As the rainbows descended earthward they formed the image of a precision scalpel positioned to conduct surgery at a moment’s notice. With one swoop the rainbow scalpels cut through the final cords of lies, hate and bile that were being forced upon the body. Then legs and feet were grown upon the body to give them the capability of maneuverability and exploration. As Old Man sat and watched he knew he was witnessing the normal pains and angst of these creatures that inhabited this planet. Each time these events took place another small step was towards the final unification needed for this species to step out of the bottom based civilization it now inhabited to progress upwards and outwards so they might venture out and mingle with other civilizations that were far above this planets infancy. But that would take millennia as this species was determined to learn the hard way through hate and chaos rather than cooperation and understanding.
But Old Man knew they would get there eventually unless unbeknownst to him Older Man and Older Woman had agreed to place this species on this planet, in this galaxy and in this universe as an example to others of what not to do. Only time would tell for the humans to find out.