Spiritual Narrations New 4

A great battle happened in a very far away place; Good and Evil were fighting but the situation was very delicate for Good since there were one hundred men of Evil fighting against every men of Good, up to the point that the men of Good were surrounded, unable to defend themselves and dying at the hands of the evil ones who were enjoying their criminal actions.

The battle lasted the whole day and night and the next day at noon, very few men of Good were left. The battle field was covered with innocent blood since Evil had strengthened and they were close to victory.

Good was close to die since Evil had surrounded them as a ring but he said to his men: "Do not be afraid of being what you are, do not be afraid of death if it comes. Put all your will, free your thoughts of conflict and in your heart, abandon fear, get your strength in Love."

This small army who was surrounded, strengthened their hearts and recovered their purpose while their guide said:

" We are going to win this battle and we'll do it by honoring Good, put your swords aside, don't be afraid, join your hands, join your hearts, let Love guide you.

They all joined their hands, opened their hearts and in a moment, their blood stained garments, turned as white as snow, bright as the morning's sun. And it was as lightning illuminating the night, and that shine became as sun but more luminous and potent.

And a natural thing happened, that light lighted the field and every corner and as a natural thing, also, took possession of Evil, whose men were badly hurt, their eyes were blinded and they were so angry that their desire to kill increased and by being blinded and mad, they kill themselves and not one was left. But with so much blood that it reached above the ankles and so much dead that a few hours later, the vultures filled the place.

The one guiding the army of Good said these words: " We will never be happy about the dead of our enemies and the violence and cruelty that they experienced. Let's keep our hearts high, let's pray and let's honor theirs and ours in their graves by placing seeds of flowers to clean the horror, violence, anguish and desperation. We didn't win with violence, or rancor but with the strength that the truth give us; the truth of good sustained in Love. "

And from that day on, those warriors became farmers. Time passed and many years after, everybody had forgotten about the death and destruction. But what stayed and triumphed is that in that valley of death and desolation live people who cultivate Good and they know in their hearts that in that valley violence died and in the same moment Good and Peace were born forever.