I am God (The maker, the preserver and the wrecker) and I live with you all the time. All you mortals call me by various names, and I love you. You have varied beliefs and faiths to salute my presence and I love it. You have made places of my abode; I do live in those venues till you have the truth and faith in your hearts and souls. I love you and need your love.
Today I am giving you a story of my child. It is also the story of angel and devil. Yes, It is story of love and faith and also of hate and fear. It was ancient time, a time when man lived in small villages. In such villages, name of one village was Kadabra. Kadabra was once an abundantly rich village. It had rich fertile lands and wise people of faith, but now it had turned in shambles as villagers loved vices and amorality. Now people believed more in evil (Mumbo jumbo) than faith. It was a village which was filled with fear and failure as people were happy at sufferings of others. They had rituals, but no faith. They had places of worship, but I didnât live there as they believed in devil more.
As time progressed, the evil started its vast destruction in village. First an old woman died, she was very old. She lived a very happy life till end as she was atheist. She neither had faith in me, nor did she believe in evil. I loved her.
Next died her grandson, he was young, but his family believed more in village superstition and less in doctors. I wanted to help and wanted them to go to doctor, but they prayed me without faith and empowered devil with their fears.
I had to reincarnate myself as a wise man to go into village and counsel the villagers, but I could only talk. Nobody believed me! Nobody! I kept on debating the God vs. Evil with village elders, but nobody believed me.
The villagers had strange custom of sacrificing animals to pacify God. I being God asked them to pray rather than sacrifice an innocent animal life.
I said, âWhy sacrifice poor animal for your sins?â
An elder said, âItâs our ritual. We sacrifice to show our love to God.â
I said, âGod created humans and animals equally as life form. Both must live till they meet their natural death. It is devil, which wants you to do evil things, not God.â
Villagers were angry and burnt my hut and wanted to kill me, yes I do die, when I am human.
A child saved me. I was still bit concerned about ignorance of the village.
The village was filled with evil forces and villagers believed in occult and witchcraft. It was place of renowned witch craft. Every house believed less in me and more in devil. I wanted to help. One day a fake medium was falsely communicating with departed soul. I saw him and remained quiet. It was a room filled with many people.
The medium talked in strange voice, âI have returned to live in village again in my house and give me a place near fire.â
It was not a normal voice of medium, but an acted out voice. The medium, shamans and priests had successfully implanted the fear in innocent villagers. Villagers were now lost in their own traditions and rituals. They had forsaken their commonsense and foresight long back. Being a God, I had to help.
I again talked to villagers, âThe God wants you to love him and have faith, not any devil and superstition. Please educate yourself and spare your children of ignorance. With education you would see new world in every new age. You have stained your soul with ignorance, Clean and repaint it with faith, love and knowledge.â
Childâs grandfather was Shaman, the renowned ascetic of the land. He had one trick and was often flamboyant about them. He used to tell future by picking up rice gains or reading compass and sometimes on pendulum. He was renowned for quick remedies.
One another day, a group of villagers gathered around shamanâs house. It was some kind of ancient ritual and ascetic was busy noting the pattern that had appeared on floors and gave his interpretations to villagers that some evil is going to happen. Everybody was worried and suddenly an innocent child voice echoed, âDonât get worried Grand Papa, I will get it cleaned. It requires bit hard scrubbing and all its stains would wipe out.ââ
Everyone was amused except grandfather. He continued in his trance and saw the wall deeply and said I see a great darkness in future. The world will end, I see the doom. He was actually bothered about his reputation.
An observant child in house saw his grandparent becoming very concerned interpreting the things from that stained wall. Next morning, he simply repainted the whole wall in beautiful scenery with rising sun.
There was commotion in the whole village and family. Everyone was crazy and angry at the child. Why you painted the wall in white. The child had innocent answers, ââ because we paint the walls when they get dark and scary. Donât we?â Nobody around had answers.
I, The God was also surprised at childâs wit and what I could not do, this child did so effectively. The child knew through his past karma that philosophical discussions were past time, only actions bring solace to people.