Hezer did not listen to their lies.Everything they said seemed to be poisoned arrows aimed directly at him. Why did they continue to speak their malicious words? Why were they lying? What had he done to deserve this?
More and more people were beginning to hate him.He could feel the hatred, see their eyes grow cold, and know they were talking about him behind his back. “Don’t talk to him. He’s not someone we want to associate with.” “Did you hear what he wants to do now?” “People are disappearing.He’s got to be stopped before it gets worse.”
The lies were growing, stretching from small sores into festering, gaping wounds that he could not stop.The more the lies were told, the more the lies were believed. The lies became the truth, comprehended and interpreted to be facts. Facts were created out of imagined truths and soon there was no distinction between fact and fiction.
His skin was brown and soft, different from theirs.He was one of the newly created liars, his DNA altered by scientists eager to produce a race of people who could survive under the extreme conditions of a nuclear war.
At first scientists were proud to claim they had made improvements to mankind. But it was only a matter of time before things began to change.
The media began with grandiose announcements informing the general public that scientists were gods capable of building a new future.With the cooperation of everyone the new people could be blended into everyday life with no harmful results. The new people were reputed to be extraordinary workers, requiring less sleep and less rest. In addition, they were very friendly. That brought up the possibility of less hate between nations and less wars.On paper and in controlled situations everything seemed perfect.Everybody was thrilled to see changes being made.
As the years passed and war loomed over mankind without actually happening, the differences between the liars and normal humans became festering sores. All the things humans wanted to do, the new people insisted they could do better. The liars were reputed to jump higher, run faster, and have better sex.
A lie gets better in the telling, while the truth is always the same.Stories became ludicrous as the stories stretched and grew.The liars changed the truth in small increments, made the lies deceive humans who were ready to believe.Scientists rushed to tell the truth and make claims based on fact, but it was too late.The lies were no longer lies.They had been told too often with no opposition and now all the people believed them.
Because the liars had few differences, the others, (the common humans) were concerned the liars would begin taking over. The others struck first, quietly replacing the liars in their jobs. Humans retook power positions. This time the others were careful to keep the appearance of being fair with no discrimination.Laws were enacted to increase the number of lies. Lawyers, politicians, and sales personnel were expected to lie consistently.Their habits were already well established.
The truth is plain, although it has been known to be naked, harsh, or ugly.Lies come in many colors, and can be very pretty or very ugly.The liars came in many colors, which made them very special and easily seen.They were often targets and many had been attacked and killed by frustrated others. Although liars liked being noticed and admired, they were opposed to being killed. The others, or humans as they liked to be called, deviated from the plain truth, and many others would testify in court that liars did not have as many witnesses as others did.Therefore the liars must be lying. Others ignored the fact that “it only takes one to tell the truth. It takes many to keep a lie.”
Wars did not stop because the liars were created. Wars were often started because of miscommunication between political groups. Liars became the scapegoats in many countries and were forced to defend the truth, especially when others covered up the truth or divided it into small portions.Liars continued to ask for the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
The world became divided into four distinct levels.But that was after the world lost much of its wisdom and hope. It was a time of lies and secrets, a time to restore life and love, and a time when all things beautiful became a part of truth. But that’s another story that deserves to be embellished and expanded, stretched and interpreted, loved and hated, and turned into choices which began at the very beginning of time.
Others became the highest group. Liars were the middle group. Many were in the next level.
The lowest group were the poets, singers, philosophers, and others who told the truth.
I saw peace in the form of a dove descending,
Peace, sent from above, being offered to all people, including me.
“Who wants peace?” I asked. I was sure all would agree.
“Not me,” I heard over and over again.
“We don’t want peace when there’s a chance to win!”
A dark cloud began to descend. Lightning flashed and a storm began.
“And if we lose?” I asked.
“You are a pessimist!” someone shouted. “Let the wars begin!”
I fell on my face, as did many of other languages, color, or place.
“Lord, forgive those who wage war. They don’t know what they ask.”
One bright ray came through the cloud.
“IF ONE MILLION SEEK PEACE IT WILL BE ALLOWED!”
I shook my head. The seekers of peace were few.
I already knew that peace might be through.
“Lord, how about a thousand who want peace?”
A bolt of lightning, then thunder shook the ground.
This should be easy. I’m sure a thousand are around.
But war was the topic of the day.
“We will win this war quickly,” I heard people say.
“Lord, how about a measly ten?”
But people were already making their choice.
They spoke of the good things about war and of the same voice.
Dark clouds were building in the sky.
“DON’T THEY REALIZE HOW MANY WILL DIE?”
The Lord began weeping because people were keeping
their eyes and ears closed and accepting war as their reality.
I looked around. Not even ten wanting peace could be found.
Peace, which had been descending, disappeared into the clouds.
I was no longer proud.
Less than ten, and even those were beginning to bend.
“Lord, will you let me begin again?”
A new Garden of Eden where peace could restart,
Love at the center of each remaining heart,
Yet as I gazed upon the Garden, I saw the dove descend.
Just for a moment I saw a perfect world,
I gasped, “Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel!”
One small chance to choose wisely right from the start,
And I already knew Cain carried murder in his heart.
What could I do differently than this other man?
Was I willing to try harder and keep peace in my plan?
I looked up and saw the dove again.
“YOU HAVE A CHOICE.
CHOOSE LOVE AT THE BEGINNING AND PEACE WILL DESCEND.”