The Parable of the Ravens

“Father! Look how many ravens fly above the earth!”

“Son. They are not ravens, they are prophetic birds.”

“Father! Why do they cry out so ominously to people, ‘Kar! Kar! Kar!’?”

“Son. The birds warn the people of the impending catastrophe of truly cosmic proportions.”

“Father! But how were You able to understand it?”

“Son. The people have long since ceased to hear the space of nature. They hear only what their ears hear, they see only what their eyes see.”

“Father! And what do You see and hear?”

“Son. The prophetic birds are not ravens; they are servants of the Satan himself—Demons. The people hear that the ravens cry out, ‘Kar-kar-kar!’ but they do not hear what the Demons cry out.”

“Father! And what do they cry out?”

“Son. The Demons cry out, ‘Kar-ma! Kar-ma! Kar-ma!’ warning the humanity about the responsibility for almost deliberate deafness and blindness.”

“Father! But they indeed…”

“Son. The fact of the matter is that there comes a time in the history of the Universe, when the White and Black are on the same side of the barricades in order to preserve the forms of the Earth, like the day and night make up the terrestrial day, like the sun and moon illuminate with their light the cosmic milestones of the planets.”

“Father! But…”

“Son. There are no buts. Today, the White and Black are on one side, for they both hear the space, and the humanity is on the other, for it is blind and deaf to the entreaties of the Creator.”

Rikl
19.01.2011