Jorje And Karinda
Upon a night when the spirit of Karinda was restless, after her body had been embraced by the arms of slumber and her senses became submerged into the ocean of Oblivion.
The spirit of Karinda disengaged itself from the manacle of the body and ascended above the slumbering city to join the ether.
In the garden of the bodyless, she met Jorje the poet meditating among the flowers.
I am come out of the world of weights and measures because I long to traverse the path of my dreams.
Also I seek your council on the matter of friendship; I am distrustful of people because I have been hurt so many times by those who have claimed to be my friends, only to deceive me in the end.
Will you not O Jorje speak to me of friendship and life?.
I too went through a part of my life apprehensive of even the genuine admiration of some who would willingly be my friends.
Friendship is dependent upon various contingencies of chance and time and is therefore unstable and transitory like man himself.
When we are hurt and deceived by those whom we thought were our friends, we must acknowledge that friendship, like all aspects of mortal life is liable to failure.
Since man relates to the world and his surroundings through the scope of his moral principles and understanding of life, it is imperative that we understand that the moral power of man is fallible.
How much more fallible then is his friendship which is an extension of himself?
When we love we expect to enjoy the bounty of love and shun its fury and wrath.
Before we can comprehend the true nature of love we must first stand naked before its shrine and be judged if we are worthy of its bounty.
He who is afraid of embracing its pain and sorrows is not worthy of attaining unto its threshold.
The road of life is seldom carpeted with the flowers of our expectations and often the oasis we see in far off visions, turn out to be nothing but an arid waste.
It is well that we do not always have everything as we would; sometimes the senses become so gratified with the fruits of our desires that the empire of the soul declines and the elevation of the mind is retarded.
Dear Karinda, we must accept ourselves for what we are, too often we become exiled from the domain of sincerity and truth, while our silent hearts languish under the weight of affectation.
A mind captivated by affectation, is devoid of true reason and conscience which eventually becomes quiescent and perverted is incapable of maintaining the assiduity of judicial principles.
Tell me dear friend, how one must avoid becoming a victim of affectation, reveal to me some of the snares to which my eyes are blind.
We come into this life to learn about ourselves and the things around us, it is our duty to regulate our life styles according to the knowledge we acquire.
It is essential that we pursue the complete and total liberation of our minds, to arrive at a transcendental state of consciousness, from which we can encompass
The evanescence of conditions.
Then extricate ourselves from the frivolity of the moral, social and psychological embranglement, which we encounter daily.
Too long have we walked upon the path of life with our minds loaded with shackles and chains, and the most indubitable propagators of our mental captivity are the immoment and retrogressive traditional conditionings erected upon our faculties by decadent traditions and conventionally accepted fallacies disguised as truths.
We are here to live by and obey the natural and spiritual laws of nature which are the laws of The One God.
Instead we have allowed ourselves to become inebriated with the vices of materialism and as a result greed and selfishness invade our consciousness, transforming us into puppets manipulated by the strings of our own ignorance
Only if our minds are geared to toward a spiritual goal can we gradually unshackle the fetter of materialism which is the stepping stone to affectation.
Is it your contention that we should ignore our material needs? We live in a material world and surely we must be concerned about our material demands.
I am in no wise saying that we should ignore our material necessities, they contribute to our spiritual development.
The danger lies in when we become so obsessed with the acquisition of material possessions, that we become like programmed machines.
Take a look at the world around you; we make our ultimate goal to be things fashioned by the hands of men.
People measure your worth according to your material accomplishments.
Money will buy even the most despicable reprobate an accepted, respected and honoured place in the eyes of society.
Is it not folly for one man to be placed above another because of wealth which is naught but perishable vanity.
Immensely more worthy is a poor man of knowledge, who understands the mysteries of life and the evanescence of all things in the contingent world, than a rich man who is so besotted by his possessions that, the cry of the needy is like the sound of thief coming to rob him.
Please my dear Karinda do not think for a moment that I am saying that, all those who are rich are ignorant or evil.
Sagacious are the rich who separate themselves from their riches and their possessions become things which they use for the betterment of themselves and others.
Honourable are the rich who do not exploit the poor for their own gain.
Noble of heart are the rich who contribute to the education of the ignorant for his own enlightenment and not to enslave his thinking with bribes of silver and gold.
Altruistic are the rich who bring health to the ailing, that he may be healthy but not to serve their own purposes.
I say unto you Karinda, the rich man who shares not his wealth but amasses it only for the purpose of hoarding, is like a man of knowledge who knows the truth but allow others to live and believe a lie.
It is really beautiful to be so aware, but how can this awareness help us in a world of so much hate deception and chaos?
Even though I have been enlightened, I still fear to freely give my love to people of whom I am still distrustful.
Did not Nietzsche say that “God is dead” what hope is there for humanity
Please my friend continue to instruct me for my soul is thirsty and you are a spring of knowledge.
Truly, if we would center our lives around the omnipotent source which sustains all life, we could love and trust each other without fear.
Yes Nietzsche did say that “God is dead”, I say that Nietzsche is dead, if like Nietzsche, we should believe that “God is dead”, then there is indeed no hope for humanity. Surely not in the vague and nebulous doctrine of existentialism will we find the nexus to unite humanity and elevate the human spirit to the realm of the superlative.
Humanity needs a God which does not die, all cultures and peoples in past ages had a God which they served in their lifetimes and passed him on to their posterity when they died.
Learned minds of the present will often say that these people were uncivilized and worshipped false gods but these people needed a God, their God was what united them.
They did and not did things in reverence to their God, a people without a God are like sheep without a shepherd.
Yes I too like Nietzsche believe that we should strive to realize the “Superman” but realizing the “superman” is not the ultimate in our development, enlightenment and growth.
Not all people will come to know the “superman” unless there is guidance to lead them to that threshold.
If and when they reach that threshold, they will need God to take them beyond the “superman” and even beyond the beyond.
Since the world is in such confusion and strife and the moral devices of man have failed to subside the tumultuous conditions.
The “awareness” of which you speak my Karinda will help you to excogitate a plan of the road you will travel.
It is indispensable to progression that we analyze ourselves daily, what are we striving for and what do we hope to achieve.
Examine our desires, or they born of the spirit or are they the off springs of vanity.
If they are of the former then we are on the right path but if they are of the latter that they must be mortified.
Sometimes we find ourselves fluctuating in uncertainty but let this not be a reason to yield to the forces of our baser nature.
Exercise indefatigable faith in The One God; also be ever mindful that our goal is to spiritually elevate ourselves to the transcendental state of cosmic consciousness.
Let us examine those situations which are universally desired by the children of men.
Power and wealth, of a truth they are not in themselves evil but they more often than not vitiate the minds of those who possess them.
The appetence for power often gives birth to tyranny and its achievement becomes a curse rather than an asset.
Wealth can “create more want that it is able to gratify” and therefore obfuscates the sobriety of the rich.
A rich man is always fearful of loosing his riches and the things it can afford him, wise must he be indeed, who does not become a prisoner of his own wealth.
As said Jesus “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of heaven”.
How many are the rich who would renounce their wealth to enter into the city of The One God?
If riches then which is perishable vanity, can captivate our minds, allow selfishness and green to murder the inclinations of the spirit, make room for arrogance the offspring of affectation, who domineeringly exalts itself above those it deems its vassals, we should be careful that the acquisition of riches does not take center stage in our lives.
Howbeit let me hasten to say that wealth and power can be used wisely to achieve noble ends but few are those who are unaffected by them, should they be his to do what he wills.
After having thus examined so far, is inevitable that we should conclude that knowledge, truth, virtue and wisdom are the stepping stones which will lead the human mind to the realization of full capacity, preparing him to enter the City on The One God.
When the house of the soul shall crumble and goes back to the earth, we are separated from all the ephemeral pleasures of earthly vanity.
How sad it will be if we had spent our time pursuing the things of the “flesh”, ignoring the pleading calls of knowledge, truth and wisdom, for they are the trumpets which shall echo the arrival of the soul into another life.
O my reverable instructor, you have surely illumined my understanding of these deep matters.
I am more grateful than words will permit me to express, but I am sure that you will understand.
I now entreat you to speak to me racism; there is always the question of black and white, mixed and coloured, all these definitions and discrimination against people of different races.
This voice which speaks to you is it black or is it white, the love I feel in my heart for you is it white or black love.
Why is there all this confusion of black and white when we are all the children of one God.
Racism my dearest Karinda, is a product of ignorance, and an agent of mortal inferiority.
What is the flesh of man or the colour of his skin that he should be so mindful of, does not the body of man, in the hour of transition becomes impotent and useless?
In that hour when the spirit shall relinquish the black, white, yellow, red or couloured body, what colour is that spirit that shall mingle with the ether? Will that spirit be identified before the throne of life by a colour?
Shall not the body which bears the distinction of colour disintegrate into nothingness?
Is it not clear my Karinda that one who erects his nobility upon the colour of his skin, has given himself to the adoration of the perishable.
Alas! my Karinda a thousand times alas!, would that the people of the world could understand, that the life force which dwells within the amalgamation of sinews and cells we call the body, bears no distinction of colour.
If we are all the children of one loving father, how can we discriminate against our brother because of the colour of the house of his soul?
Behold the rainforest, the diversity of the trees is astounding, yet in their differences they create a symbiosis to maintain one of the most advanced eco systems on the earth.
If The One God has purposed that we should be of different colours, when we hate our brother because of the colour of his shin, are we not challenging the wisdom of The One God.
Blessed are you O my beloved Jorje, you have made so many which were misty and nebulous to my mind, as clear as crystal.
Come my venerable friend, share with me the kisses of ethereal lips, let us enjoy this moment of freedom.
Let us soar to the magical heights of spiritual ecstasy and encompass the culmination of that exquisite exaltation.
Behold we can now embrace the naked reality of our dreams and quiver with the motions of life’s heart.
The veil has been removed form our eyes, as we gaze steadfastly upon the face of life, what do we behold but our own countenance.
How great is the benevolence of Divine Wisdom, our tears and laughter are but the foundations of our larger selves and upon the walls of our deeds are written the clarity of our understanding of life.
How eloquent is the tongue of the lady Karinda, her speech is free and fairer than that of the queens of old.
The beauty of her spirit surpasses the beauty of an awakening flower, like the glittering of the stars surpass the flickering of the fireflies.
Please my illustrious friend, I know that you are sensible, that the way to my heart is to walk upon bridge of sweet words.
I shamelessly admit that the adulations of poets are one of my greater foibles.
It is obvious that Karinda has mistaken my adoration for adulation, the former is like the mountains calling out to the horizons to say “we magnify each other”, though majestic and apart we stand”.
It is the reverential and soothing echo of a heart enflamed with the discovery of a greater attraction.
The latter is used to gain the favour of another, it is politeness without sincerity, it is flattery with selfish intent and is therefore like an impotent lover who excites his beloved but is unable to gratify her desires.
I often exclaim my adoration for the trees and the flowers, is it not more important that I do the same for Karinda who is like a mirror reflecting the waves of my secret ocean.
Surely when I behold a woman of virtue, it is my duty to offer my humble compliment, but if Karinda is offended, my heart shall sing her due praise to the ether but my lips will remain mute.
What comfort you give to my mind, there is great joy in the investigation of truths, and the unfolding of them gives immeasurable comfort to the heart.
I am sorry my friend, if I have offended you please forgive the puerility of your impetuous disciple.
Speak to me as you will, for your words are like sweet music to my heart.
It shall be as Karinda commands, for I seek only to please her.
The storehouses of eternity are truly filled with the bounty of divine benevolence, yet we roam hungry and naked in the world of weights and measures.
Daily we walk upon the path of life wearily dragging our shackles and chains, unaware that the keys to unfetter them lies in a silent corner of our sleeping selves.
O how cruel is ignorance, like frolicsome children, we build sand towers of our imaginings upon the shores of life and when the waves or the wind destroy them, we lament and say “how cruel are the waves and the wind”.
How long must we continue carrying the banners of, fanaticism, racism and sanctimony, vociferously and tautologically, declaring the illogical irrelevancies of traditional absurdities.
Behold a new day has dawned upon the horizon of truth, a new sun has risen to illumine the darkness of uncertainties.
Arise from the shadows of gloom and discontent and seek the light of this sun.
As the morning silently pussyfooted upon the night, and the sun began spitting golden beams upon the mountains, the spirits of Jorje and Karinda dispersed to resume their respective roles in the world of weights and measures.
Ken George Dill