I wish I could finish the story, but it’s a parable about where I find myself today.
While I am not sure I can locate the real truth of things, as it were, I sense there’s a massive deception going on. I’m certain of it. I just can’t put my finger on it. I suppose I could fill in lots of blanks with talk of how the Devil is using this or that, but it would hardly provide any answer on which we could act. I’m still searching, like the fellow in the story, but God only knows whether I’ll pin it down or go mad. Too many things of which I am certain don’t quite add up.
The Bible shows a fairly clear model of courage, conviction, and resulting actions. At the end of the story, we see men carrying the fire for something called the Realm of the Sky (a more literal translation than “Kingdom of Heaven”). Everybody knows the language is symbolic, because God isn’t floating around up in the sky. Pilots and astronauts haven’t found anything above the clouds, nor thousands of telescopes, radars and scanning devices. What has been found is easily accounted for, so it’s clearly not a literal meaning. It’s symbolic, just as my little story was.
On the other hand, I’m altogether comfortable with having made some progress toward that story in the Bible. I’m not claiming to have anything unique here, as if God had somehow selected me for some pivotal role in human history. I’m pretty sure some other folks have been here before me. But they weren’t allowed to tell their story. If they tried, I’m pretty sure it got hidden, or more likely, changed. Like that “projection screen” in my parable, it would seem there has been some success at keeping folks from seeing something behind it.
It’s like a hundred other things — the JFK Assassination or 9-11 or Flight 800. We may have no good way of finding the hidden facts, but the official story is just too obviously false. I suppose the difference is something like the Internet, where the ability to silence the truth is currently rather limited. So when someone discovers a little piece of the story, or at least something which points out a lie, it can no longer be buried so quickly. That may change soon enough, and we shouldn’t doubt those who want to hide this stuff are struggling with all their might to cut it off. However, for the time being, they can’t do it directly without getting themselves painted as a target for very real harm. So they have to find some other way, and it’s taking time. Meanwhile, a lot of stuff is leaking out all over the place.
Yet, there remains something which I sense is even a bigger secret that those things. I’m pretty sure it’s been around a lot longer, so it would be more like the mystery of how the pyramids were built, or how the huge drawings only visible from high altitude were laid out so accurately. Only, I suspect this thing is even more important than a mere puzzle of ancient times, because what I’m looking for could change everything today.
There’s a lot of folks promoting things they consider to be that important, that powerful, something hidden for ages. But so far, it doesn’t add up for me. And I’m quite certain I am not the only one who is chasing the source of that inexplicable tingling on the edge of one hand from having brushed against something where nothing should be. At this point, I could hardly care who finds it, because it’s the finding that matters most.
So if none of this makes sense, go ahead and laugh it off, count me as another glassy-eyed fool. I can’t stop searching.
