Antierra Manifesto – blog post #21

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“But love becomes a terrible burden for you when I fight in the arena and you know I may die there, or at the very least will return in pain; or it will be for me when the men come for you to have sex with you and I cannot protect you if they decide to savage you.  That is what love is and what it does.  It is basically a very selfish feeling.  People who love each other can often do terrible things to protect that love.  They can even kill the person they love if they think that person no longer loves them and wishes to be with another.  Do you understand that?”

“I don’t know.  It’s strange to hear you say that.  I always thought that to find someone to love, or to have someone love you, would be the most wonderful thing that could ever happen.  And I found you.  I was completely happy with this until now.  Now I don’t know what to think.  I know I love you but that is  wrong now?”

“No it is certainly not wrong.  But let me try to explain it some more.”  She makes to interrupt for another explanation but I stop her for this lesson is critical.

“Wait, just listen and let me continue.  I must explain something very deep, something most people still do not know.  Compassion is when you choose – of your own free will – to feel other peoples’ pain (or pleasure, let’s not overlook that) over your own, or if you are really good at it you blend your own with theirs.   That new feeling that you get from this blending I call sorrow and also joy, understand?  Sorrow and joy are truly experienced only by the totally selfless; by those who care about others before they will care about their own needs.  To the compassionate, the personal pain burden is taken care of as well, inseparable from the greater pain.  So, if you follow, compassion is greater than love because love needs to care about someone special to work, at least in every form I’ve ever seen it.  Compassion is achieved only through complete detachment.

“You and I, for example, cannot have compassion for one-another because we love each other.  Compassion is infinite in scope, and always soft and gentle, regardless of the cruelty of outer circumstances.  Too often, love is terribly jealous; it can be very demanding and even become violent — even while it smiles at you and desires you.  Love has many faces or I could say, there are many different types of love.  You can love anyone you want, as many people as you choose, but you won’t be able to love them the same way you love me.  That’s the difference between love and compassion.  Compassion does not need to ask, or choose, or analyze feelings for it is all to all as the need arises or is demonstrated.  Compassion is not determined by the way you feel about people or things. Love is in every case, a feeling. Compassion is a force.”

Of the many things I could write now about the child-woman I named Deirdre, I could focus particularly on her intelligence.  She analyzes everything, questions and ponders.  She looks into concepts to see at which point they make sense to her.  If they do not, she won’t accept them.  So in time I begin to feel quite safe in expounding my understanding of the cosmos to her because I no longer fear brainwashing her.  She is wary and she questions.  I also learned that she knows when not to speak to others of the things she knows.  She understands the need to keep certain mysteries to herself, or an inner circle which at this time comprises, I must assume, she and I.

“Yes, I can feel the truth of what you say.” she says slowly,  “I will think about it.  So what I have for you is love, but what I am with you is more, I think.  I believe some of the stories you’ve told me, for example.  I feel that I am not just a body they will cut up” – she touches a scar under my right breast – “but a living person with a life that goes on forever.  Yes, I believe that.  My name tells me it’s true.  But my name also tells me that I am ready to die Antierra.  I know now it does not end here.”

And just like that, hearing her speak so softly with her sweet young voice, hearing her assurance of life beyond these walls, I find my connection to my higher “self” again.  My despair and spiritual deadness lift from me.  I look at her, all of her, and I find myself inside her mind.  And what do I find there?  Beauty.  Grace.  Peace.  Comfort.  Gentleness.  Courage.  Assurance.  Certainty and a strength to match and to hold it all together.  How do I recognize these things in her?  I’m not sure how unless I am re-awakening some of my discarded Avatari powers.

And I am certain that nothing these people do can ever take those treasures from her heart-mind.  She has the strength of womanhood refined in the hottest of forges: deep pain and suffering that goes beyond what others experience here.  But more than that, she possesses an ancient, primitive spirit power.  Some mystery I would certainly want to probe but will probably not, out of respect, but mostly because of the greater risk of exposing her to disempowerment.

Our whispered conversation reminds me of an Old Earth story about a millipede who was happily moving along, all his little feet working in prefect unison.  Then a squirrel happened along, watched the happy millipede walk by and said, “Say, which foot comes before which?”  And the poor millipede stopped, looked at his feet and became so confused he never took another step.  So he died.  Some mysteries should be left as is, like magic.  Once it’s understood, it dies.  Of course, one must always remain open to the possibility that the mystery will simply reveal itself in its own time.  When the time comes she will reveal more of herself to me, no doubt.

In the pale light of the “dark sun” coming through the openings above us, we make love as only two people who love each other, can.  I cannot describe what takes place between us – it is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, and at this point I have experienced quite a lot.  She is no longer my child but fully, completely, my lover, and I hers.  We belong to each other ’til death do us part.  As we know it will soon enough.

How did we ever manage to keep quiet during our encounter?  I thought the very stone walls were going to explode or we would both be dead from the guards’ reaction…

Dead… And free!

[end blog post #21]

7 thoughts on “Antierra Manifesto – blog post #21

  1. Hyperion

    Dead and free. I’ve always wondered about that. My own life has seen this countless times. For the living, the dead are free. Free from our angst for them and ourselves. People do form deep and lasting bonds when those bonds are formed in desparate times. Selflessness is never as strong as it is when living kills one’s sense of self and the mind lives in the love of another. To lose that love by any reason is suffering we keep to ourselves until we are rejoined. Your story tells us in exquisite example what this is like.


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you, from the heart, for that wonderful and deep comment Daniel. After following many of your comments on my blog, particularly as you follow Antierra’s odyssey, I have felt/feel angst about the things you have seen and experienced. You have suffered, and you know “things” many could not begin to comprehend. I treasure your comments.

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      1. Hyperion

        Thank you so much Sha’Tara. I appreciate that my comments are welcomed. Antierra’s story is so real and authentic to me, I can relate to her journey, her emotions, and the wisdom that comes from her experiences. It is a story that touches my own and opens up that well of memories that validate the power of the heart over the fist of evil.


  2. Sha'Tara Post author

    When Antierra *me* speaks of death she is not speaking of non-existence but of existence in a different reality. You may remember blog posts #8 and #9 where she teaches Tiegli, who is condemned to die in the next day’s killing orgy, about life beyond her physical death. A much better life at least until another foray into healing damaged world is entered into. Infinity and eternity, or cosmic existence beyond time is a difficult concept to grasp for many Earthians, even religious ones because they cannot break free of their programming which allows for basically only four possibilities: death as an end; being accepted into a static divine heaven; being cast into hell or karmic re-incarnation until a balance is achieved and nirvana attained from which nothing more can happen because it is a state of bliss; of completion; of perfection. Going into another active life with full choice and consequences outside the earth body is almost impossible for most people to grasp. Hopefully the story of Antierra and her teachings – my teachings! – will explain this idea well enough that some will take this “red pill” and go for the ride of the forever life on it.


  3. Woebegone but Hopeful

    Antierra’s explanations of differences between Compassion and Love to Dierdre have a great depth and resonance, particularly when the discussion takes place against the backdrop of depravity and casual violence.


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you Roger. The setting is indeed important to the lesson. People who never have to make life or death choices or some such terrible choices cannot fully understand this whole business of detachment/self empowerment/compassion because less demanding avenues present themselves as substitutes and those are the ones usually taken. To paraphrase Robert Frost, when people come to a fork in the road and one is the less travelled by, they usually choose the more popular. But choosing the least travelled does make all the difference. For Antierra, coming to Malefactus was definitely choosing the less travelled path.

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