FROM ILLUSION TO REALITY
Standing on top of Table Mountain during the day I look to the north and enjoy the scenery, the tranquility, the quiet, the peace. The sun shining down upon my face, I can feel the warmth, the protection of the Light. When I look to the south I watch the ocean, on top the smoothness and then the waves hitting on the beach, sometimes with such force, sometimes so softly, like the kiss of a feather against your cheek. And I think, this is life, beauty and perfection, created and established by Almighty God, the Creator of the heavens and the earth. It make me feel small, humble and the pride of being part of this perfection is so real in my spirit/soul and my heart. I am a White Child, a carrier of the Light of my Heavenly Father and I live in the most beautiful country in the whole world. I can just shout with joy and praise to Him, Who is the Beginning and the End, an End that has no End. To be part of this Plan is the miracle of Life, Everlasting He promised and it is so.
Then, I go to the Karroo, I breathe and experience the vast open spaces, the feeling of the nearness to God Almighty. Looking up to the stars, they are so near I can just pick them and put them in my heart. The moon in all her glory looking down, smiling at my enthusiasm of being part of all the greatness and this glory. I hear the foxes calling, but they are no threat, they are at peace with the Children of the Light, they just let you know they are there, so listening to their sing-song is an experience of harmony. Harmony with the Universe, with the vast open spaces and the glory of the heavens.
This is the illusion. The illusion there is peace, harmony and goodwill. The Reality clicks in when…..
Driving through the cities, even with the hustle and bustle of the minions of humans, from White to Black and in between, everyone racing to go where and do what no one knows, I do the same. Keeping my head down, and watching being aware of environment and threatening body language, I do what I must do, hasten home to locks, burglar bars, electric fencing, alarms, whatever is on the market to ensure safety, and an illusion of peace and safety.
When the sun sets and darkness creeps slowly over buildings, homes and shacks, the street lights only cast shadows, threatening and fearful. Who might be lurking in the shadows, who are those plotting and planning, carrying guns, machetes, knives and tools of varying torturing devices? Sleep is just a dream which is a nightmare, the undertones of danger, pain and death, the latter sometimes a longtime in coming to give relief of pain and fear. The longing for death which is not coming easy, sometimes delaying the release and the let go of soul/spirit is too long and the feeling that not even death wants me after the mauling of those who caused harm as I became too soiled to be with my Father! Oh! God! How many, how long a time to endure this all? He does not answer, I think, maybe I do not hear? Maybe this is my punishment for disobedience, all the thoughts flying through my brain who is not functioning anymore. I woke up the next morning wet with sweat and a heart racing and I am grateful it was only a nightmare. But, then, when they come for me this will not be a nightmare, but a reality. Please God, do not allow the Reality to manifest!
On the farms not far from the city the farmer, his wife, daughter and sons pray at the dinner table for guidance and protection. The house is secured, they are all in the kitchen behind bars and iron and panic buttons. The rifle and gun in close by. The dogs outside, big scary dogs, they watch and they listen and they protect. Every now and then they will just give a bark so the human family within the walls of the house can hear they are still there, watching, smelling, listening, being alert to danger and the enemy lurking.
The dishes are done, everyone cleaned up and ready for bed, the day’s chores all planned for the morrow. Quiet and peaceful, so it seems in the illusion…
Then reality, the dogs yelping, then dead silence. The family is sleeping secure in their belief they are safe. Then, a noise and the mother wakes up, something cold against her face, someone leaning over her. Where is her husband, his place is empty, why are the dogs not barking, where are the children? Too many questions, no time for answers as she is dragged from the bed, bound and thrown next to her husband feeling a sticky wetness and the smell of, what?…blood and he is not moving. How did they come into the house, why did we not wake up? Where are the children, what happened to the dogs, why is the alarm not screaming, how many shadows are moving around? Too many questions, too little time, no answers. Then the pain, the stabbings and the smell of fear. The farmer’s wife cannot scream, she only screams in her head in her very soul, her mouth is sealed with something, who knows what? She can hear through her pain how they are going through the house, dragging stuff, mumbling and talking in a language she does not understand. Where are the children? Why are the dogs not barking? Why is the alarm silent, why is there no help? Stab…stab… the pain is excruciating, no words can describe, where is death? Why? No answer, on any questions… just stab, then the hot iron, Oh! God, not more and more how much can she endure? Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours and hours feel like eternity? Then she does not feel anything anymore just seeing the Bright White Light and she walked into it and there is no pain anymore.
The neighbors came for a visit, no welcoming committee, just destruction. There is the sweet bitter smell of burnt flesh, the smell of death and silence. The dogs are dead, frothing at the mouth, poisoned. The burglar bars just ripped out of the walls. Where the windows were once upon a time there are just big holes; look like the sockets of a skull staring into the bright daylight, just reflecting the darkness within the house. The shock and revulsion when they walked into the bedroom where the husband and wife, what was left of them were lying on the floor in a sea of dried blood. Where are the children? Hastily to their bedrooms, all three with throats cut from ear to ear, just blood and more blood. Why? Why? No answer, just silence. The house has been ransacked, drawers all over the floors, all electrical appliances are gone. Why not just take it, why this destruction and violation of the human body. Why? Why? No answer, just silence.
The police with K9 department turned up after too many telephone calls. They are not interested, this is just another statistic of a farm attack, just another statistic of a farming family tortured and murdered. Why? Why? Just silence this became a way of life, if you survive you are the lucky one, are you? Why? Why, no answer just silence.
From the illusion to reality. The illusion was yesteryear the reality now, today, is an everyday occurrence since before 1994, but the reality is now the nightmare of the 21st century. How long will this last? Why is this happening, no one knows. There is only silence, lots of tears, sadness and loss. The pain of this all is too heavy to bear, it is too much for the soul/spirit to handle. How many of the White Race in South Africa must be slaughtered before all this come to an end. The insanity, bloodlust, greed and corruption seem to have no bounds, just getting worse and more intense by the minute.
Our Almighty and Heavenly Father,
We ask for Your Holy Name sake
To be with Your Children, to send
Your Sword of protection and guidance
In this deadly struggle we find ourselves in.
In ourselves we are helpless, but with
Our Father on our side we can overcome
This war and be Victorious.
Let it be so.
SOLI DEO GLORIA.