Kenneth Z. Thomas

We create our world through the choices we make.

Fearsome Force

The gardener leaned back against the tree, and allowed his face to be refreshed as a gentle breeze caused his skin to tingle. This was such an up lifting experience after the very exhausting struggle spent with Prej-Thistle. The breeze picked up just a little and then it seemed to gain tremendous strength as it blew forcefully through the thicket. It began to whistle as it echoed through the many crevices within the trees and brush. It almost sounded like it was going to speak. Then the force of the wind subsided completely and there remained a quite and a calm that was very serene. Just as he was about to really relax, he began to become aware of a presents that he could not see. Then it was if he could here theses words vibrating from within himself. "I am the very soul of what you know as wind. I shall be called Fearsome Force. My very existence is only there when there is change taking place. You can not see me and it is very difficult to tell from where I come, but the force of my power can always be felt. If the change is slow I might appear as a gentle breeze and may be very refreshing. If the change is fast and fearful then I will be felt with a harsh force. It is at these times that I may actually create destruction. As terrible as the destruction may seem at the time I am actually clearing the path for the most effective way of implementing the change that needs to take place. As you felt my gentle force upon your face you began to feel a bit of contentment but this was not my purpose for in that contentment you would not grow. The force that you felt as my movement became stronger was needed for changes are about to take place with in you. You will often feel forces interacting in you and you will not understand from where they come. You will not be able to see these forces and you may not understand the pain you feel as you react to these forces, but they are there because changes are in progress." The gardener was not happy about what he was hearing. He asked, "Why are you called Fearsome force? Is it not because you are to be feared? How can you as a force of fear be a part of the harmony that should be foremost in our existence with all other things? " Fearsome Force responded, " Fear is nothing more than not knowing truth. In truth there is no fear. If truth were truly know then I would not be a force any longer for then there would be no reason for change. It can only be through change that the truth in harmony will ever be implemented. Once all things learn to live in complete harmony, I will no longer be a fearsome force. Then to will I change and l will be felt only as a gentle breeze in a aura of contentment. The serenity that you felt for a brief moment was so insignificant to the serenity that will be know when fear is replaced with truth and harmony. It is only through your actions and your choices that my purpose will be fulfilled and the changes that I need will be made. If at this time you can begin to see how your choices will effect changes within me, then your are on the path to understand one more small bit of truth. There is nothing that you do or anyone else does that does not effect the total implementation of harmony in this realm. Not one individual or any single aspect of our world is independent of anything else. You are either a positive or a negative influence on all other things. Only you are able to make the choice and begin to implement the changes that will change my force." The gardener became very uncomfortable as he began to digest all that had taken place. He began to realize that it was not the wind that he had just heard speak but his very own soul. The message that he heard was more than he wanted to comprehend. A journey was underway that he was not sure he wanted to finish. It would be much easier to jump up and run from this thicket than to have to face truth, or was it? Once the journey is begun is there ever anyway to turn from the path? There are only two directions to go. forward or backwards. To go back would mean to go trough it again.

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