morning my friends, I am here to tell you of a time when
the world was young and so were you. I am Diaclosities,
and I was here in my glory as one you knew as Hercules.
I roamed the soils of my homeland and walked in the
shoes of a warrior of the mighty. I placed myself in
danger everyday and every night. I continued to plague
the wicked and the insensitive, and I did it in the name
I stormed into battle after battle, I carried my sword
of truth high, and I fought proudly and in mighty
defense of the God I defended with my last breath. This
was the truth I carried throughout many of my lives, and
when I came to the end of those lives, that is how I
died. When I reached the other side, I saw how I had
misrepresented the idea of God, and continued the myth
throughout many lives. So strong was my conviction in
life that you must have a foe to prove your might and
your testimony, that I did not allow the real strength
of truth to come forth in itís gentleness of purpose.
I was a gentle man in many ways, and a gentle woman as
well, in those lives in which I adorned my vestiges of
battle. When not in combat, I assumed a role of love and
tenderness. This only intensified the role of warrior,
for I saw the fullness of purpose and the identity of
the love I felt for all of humanity by fighting the
fiercest battle in defense of the love of humanity. I
did not see that the battles were in defense of me, and
my ideas of the value of life and the way it is lived.
role as the defender of the weak only encouraged them to
more weakness. My battles against the tyrannical only
kept that idea of tyranny alive for those who felt
victimized by them. My wars on the wicked and the evil
ones only served to keep them in purpose for as long as
there was a defender to come up against them. This was
the illusion that I helped to perpetuate. This was the
ground from which I employed my sense of worth.
one day I came upon a tiny spider. This spider hopped
upon my sword and just sat there proud and arrogant in
its stance. I, being a mighty warrior, was not afraid. I
looked at the tiny spider and I dared it to move. It
remained steadfast and unmoving. I shook the sword and
tried to alter its position; it moved not an inch. I
twirled the sword and thrust it into the ground. Still
the spider remained where it had first alighted. I bent
to see it more clearly. What was it about this spider
that fascinated me so? Why had it taken my attention so
mightily? As I drew nearer in my gaze at the spider, its
little head turned and its eyes gazed into mine. I was
held spellbound. Those eyes were as deep and as huge as
all outdoors. I could not remove my gaze from them, for
they held me transfixed. I saw such beauty in those
eyes, such utter stillness and love. I could not move; I
could not speak. I remained stooped over, staring into
the eyes of eternity for what seemed to be forever.
see, I felt that in the instant that I was thus occupied
it was forever. This is how it is in the annals of time.
I went somewhere that day in that stare. I went home to
the place of my origin, and I saw myself for who I
really was. I saw God, and I saw all of creation. It
changed my life, and it happened in that one instant of
time. But right there on that spot on earth, beside the
sword that shivered in the light, that spider took me to
eternity and back. I learned something that day. I
learned that it matters not the size of the warrior, the
breadth of his skill and daring, or the battles he wins
on the blood-soaked soil. The battles he wins inside
himself are the battles with his own darkness. These are
the battles he wins with himself, and these are the
peacemakers that bring him closer to who he really is,
and the Creator who gave him life. I stopped in my fight
for the oppressed long enough to see that I was the
oppressed, and I was creating that with my fighting.
That is when I stopped fighting, my friends. I put down
my sword and picked up my shovel and started creating
life, rather than taking it. I created food for the
hungry and the oppressed. I fed the armies of angry ones
and found that their anger was from hunger. That hunger
came from the emptiness inside that was represented in
their vacated spirit. From that point on, as I walked
the fields of battle it was with a treasure trove of
food and love.
was the turning point in my life; the one that set me on
a course for this place where I am now. Oh, I found a
great many ways to experience this life after that one.
Nevermore did I take anotherís life in battle, or in
any other way. When I found my way to this place within
I did so through love of myself and of all that is.
will see you soon, as you gaze into the eyes of your
spider, and see eternity. I will gaze at you from the
other side of those eyes and you will see the God I see,
for He is within all of us. We all see each other as we
see ourselves, and we see God in all of it.
go now and encourage you to not step on any spider, but
to thank it for being around. It may be your spider and
your window to eternity.
you dear Diaclosities,