The Weight that Melts the Darkness

While time continued to flow on its own,

I was waiting for the person I was meant to be.

There were colors in my chest, waiting to break free.

My words were silent and dense as mercury,

Heavy.

They were not meant to spill inside.

I had surrounded them with a wall of hard stone.

As my thoughts grew more complex,

And my feelings could no longer find their words,

The mercury inside me began to boil.

It searched for a crack to escape.

But my stone walls were too strong.

Time was passing,

Where was I in this plane?

How much longer would I have to wait?

Days passed slowly, with ups and downs.

Then suddenly, time cracked.

It was after a therapy session.

My soul’s doctor and I had forgotten the ticking clock.

A beam of purple light washed through me.

The lock on my box of sorrows was finally broken.

In the imagination that I created during that session,

I gathered all the charlatans on a barren plain.

 It was like the desolate world in “Beneath the Planet of the Apes,”

 ruined by mankind.

I watched them from the top of a mountain.

From every ideology, every religion, every language…

I had brought together all the charlatans who ever existed.

All the religious leaders who exploited their followers.

All the masked politicians who rose on the shoulders of those who trusted them,

Those who grew fat with wealth and influence while consuming lives in the name of “the cause.”

Those who cut and pasted everything with Quantum,

Which you can never reach the bottom of, 

and the more you understand it, 

the more you get lost.

Life coaches and healers who claim to cleanse the soul with virtual certificates earned in a few weeks,

And all the other deceivers,

The sellers of false hope.

They were all there.

It was time for revenge.

For all the pain ever suffered by humanity.

I could have torched them all like in a Tarantino film.

My therapist had given me permission.

She said it was just an imagination.

But I couldn’t, because it was real.

My brain couldn’t tell the difference.

Then I sat down and wrote out all the pains of the universe

that I carried inside me.

The universe had poured itself out,

Using me as a vessel.

Even I didn’t know some of the things I wrote.

A thick book with black pages and gray font.

I connected all the charlatans’ consciousnesses to a computer code.

I tore each page I wrote and fed it to them by hand.

They ate reluctantly.

The more they ate, the more they grieved,

Red tears streamed from their eyes.

They were now learning the pains they had caused.

They were burning inside.

All type of wars,

Those who lost their families,

Those forced to leave the lands where they were born and raised,

Forests wiped out for no reason,

Herds of animals perished in the fires with great pain,

Dogs poisoned when all they needed was affection,

The Orca who spent its entire life alone in a tiny pool and died,

All the undeserved suffering.

I was the foster mother of the universe.

I cannot accept any harm done to my children.

I was now pouring the heavy mercury from my heart onto those who had caused it.

The black mercury vapor surrounded them.

Some were on their knees, others had collapsed.

Yet I still felt sorry for them.

They were now tasting the pain of all the people, animals, and trees that had ever lived.

The world could have been a different place.

A place without the need for wars.

Where all the people of the world were truly one.

We could have fixed everything with compassion.

Love for what exists just because it exists,

And a purple compassion.

I left them there and returned to the real world.

I still visit that planet from time to time and look at them.

I give them cold water and delicious food.

I look into their eyes.

I want to embrace them,

(but I don’t).

After all, they are still human.

But those who have made charlatanry their character will not learn.

For them, pain is just something to exploit.

They rise higher on the salty seas of tears.

For them, it is money, ego gratification, fame, and power.

So why should they change?

Because of who they are, they are condemned to that barren and desolate planet.

It is foolish to be angry at a scorpion for its ability to sting and kill.

But it is human to be angry at those who play with fire and scorpions,

 and cause all the doves to be stung.