The Weaver of Peace

[I have known for many years that I would never be an author, nor think of myself as a writer. Actually, I am a story teller, that’s in. The following is another tale of Al’Tara’s universal wanderings as the Avatar of Compassion. Al’Tara is my cosmic alter ego until such time as I “graduate” to that position, that is.   Sha’Tara]

The Weaver of Peace
{a short story, by   ~burning woman~  }

I had heard of a particular human person on a world we call Harmony. If I were to write it the way the locals say it, it would sound like a line of ZZZZZ’s… but never mind that. I was in the neighbourhood, so to speak, just a few hundred light years away and between assignments I decided to meet this human person.

I was quite unprepared for what I saw when I met “Alice” as I shall call her. She was perhaps twenty Earth years of age and certainly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, if one stretches the word to the upper limits of its meaning.

I introduced myself as the avatar Al’Tara but she already knew of me and was pleased to meet me personally. In the grand scheme of things people like me do not have much free time so I asked Alice to tell me her story, explaining that what I’d heard left much to be desired.

I noticed (and felt) a great sadness emanating from her as she began.

“I was born one of those women to become a magnet for love and when I was fifteen I fell in love with a particular man. All men automatically “fell in love” with me but I managed to keep myself for that particular lover. Our attraction was beyond anything I could ever imagine. From the moment I met him, my heart only beat for him.

Then the unthinkable, in my way of thinking, happened: I discovered that he was cheating on me with a friend of mine. I went into a blind rage, then planned my revenge. Eventually I killed them both.”

“And what was your punishment?” I asked as innocently as possible, already knowing the answer.

“They didn’t punish me. The verdict from a judge and the families of those I killed was that I should live with my endless awareness of my guilt. They knew I had re-incarnated on their world from a past life on a world called Earth and they made allowances for my errant behaviour. ‘She hasn’t had time to lose the effects of her many lives on that world where her behaviour is considered normal. We must give her time to evolve to understand the two sides of love.’

“What did they mean by that, then?” I asked, again knowing the answer but eager to see if she understood.

“Love, and I understand this now, has two faces: one is jealous, the other is self-sacrificing.”

I saw tears pooling in her lovely dark eyes and flowing down her cheeks but made no comment on that. Instead I asked, “How old were you when you killed your lover?”

“I was seventeen then. I am twenty one now.”

“Your story has spread and when I heard it, I wanted to know how you have proceeded since that time, and how your understanding of love may have changed. You said it has a jealous face, which you’ve certainly experienced, and a self-sacrificing face. You say you understand this now, so what have you done to wear this self-sacrificing face?”

“I’ve made a decision that will give me that face. There is a primitive world recently discovered by the Supremacy that is ruled by what they call tribalism.  The people there are forever fighting feuds, duels and wars, committing genocides, enslaving each other and using women as war booty. It’s a free-for-all kind of place and if things continue as they are, it is believed that the inhabitants are going to destroy themselves. If they gain access to technology, the rate of attrition will rise exponentially.

“There has been discussions between representatives of the Supremacy and the more powerful war lords. They have an ancient law that if an individual gives himself up voluntarily and without any hesitation as a living sacrifice, the act, upon consummation, would force a hundred year truce. You know what my decision is don’t you, Avatar Al’Tara. I have decided to be their Weaver of Peace.”

“Please just call me Al’Tara, or Tara, we do not hold to titles. Yes, I understand that you wish to be this volunteer blood sacrifice to bring a hundred year peace to an entire world. Why do you feel this is for you?”

“Tara, you must know the weight of guilt I have been living under! Add to that, men still desire me and seek me, even knowing my story, and I cannot reciprocate. I’ve still only experienced but the one side of love. I need to complete my face. Consider also that I have so much to lose. I have physical beauty, youth and perfect health. Despite my horrible crime I am universally desired and lack for nothing. My sacrifice will be utter, complete.”

“Because these primitive War Lords, so-called, will not be able to barter for your sexual favours, and many of them will not want the truce you will be forcing upon them, they will pour their hate on you as their “Dedicated” and will insist that you suffer the pains of hell.  They will torture you in the most terrible ways before they allow you to die. You do know that?”

“Yes… yes, I do know that. It’s the price I must pay to earn the love this world has shown me and would give me if it could. I only need to move forward, neither fainting nor turning back.”

“You are a brave woman, Alice. Your commitment to your salutary purpose is honourable. Let me touch your mind and give you something to help you through your ordeal.”

“I wish for nothing. I was offered special surgery to deaden the pain but refused. I cannot accept.”

“This isn’t about deadening or lessening your pain; it’s to give you constancy and focus during your trial. What I give you will enhance your experience. Furthermore, if you ever dreamed of becoming an Avatar, I’m offering you a rare shortcut. I also offer to accompany you and to be there to ease your mind and guide your spirit when you leave you body. I know no one is allowed to accompany you but I will be invisible to all but you. I will stay with you and touch you but without distracting you from your purpose. Accept?”

“Oh, Tara! Now I know I can do this. Thank you.”

PS: I wanted to add a YouTube link to Kate Price’s “Weaver of Peace” which is my favourite Kate Price ballad. I couldn’t find any YouTube links for Kate Price, but here’s the link to the lyrics:

http://www.songlyrics.com/kate-price/peaceweaver-lyrics/

28 thoughts on “The Weaver of Peace

  1. George F.

    Early on you hit on a truth of humanity: Harmony, is, in fact, perceived as a sting of ZZZZZs. Boring. People would rather create drama than be bored to death. Love the story!

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Replying to both comments, George. I like the association you made between Al’Tara’s name for that world and how it sounds as spoken by the locals! Harmony, if it is enforced collectively would indeed lead to a very boring life. To your second comment, I cannot imagine having to live with a crime of such proportioned motivated by such a selfish reaction, esp. from someone like Alice who’s options for any positive outcome were unlimited. Thanks George.

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  2. Sha'Tara Post author

    Listening to it as I respond here. Yes, that is the song I was searching for – no idea why my search engine couldn’t find it. So you and Shera win the finders’ prize!
    PS: I don’t find any part of this song reminiscent of “Greensleeves.” Also the lyrics have nothing in common with Greensleeves which is a rather silly maudlin song… IMO.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      You are correct, Roger. The “universe” knows many types of warriors. Some are aggressors, some are combatants and the very few but at the top of my list of true heroes, those who use their own bodies to give life to others. The self-sacrificing ones (however they arrived at the realization that such a path is always to correct one regardless of results).

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        Sadly true, yet for those who do it, there is such payback of joy and understanding, if people caught on everyone would be doing it. That’s why I keep harping on about programming (way deeper than Deep State) which prevents people from getting to know their own mind. When the mind is set free then we can correct our thinking patterns, we can cancel our fears and we can decisively change our own state of mind. We can become something that as an individual, we choose to become.

      2. deteremineddespitewp

        I have to go one step further and say that people need to wake up to this themselves. No state can run without the implicit consent of substantial numbers of the population. And it’s not just the state but the opportunists from all parts of the divide who rabble rouse for monetary gain or vanity’s sake.

      3. Sha'Tara Post author

        It always comes down to genuine self empowerment and that is a subject that is grossly misunderstood when not actually demonized. I’ve been accused of selfishness when trying to explain how self empowerment is meant to work. Well of course a truly self empowered individual has to be the most “selfish” ISSA alive! That’s why one must be clear on one’s purpose. By choosing compassion as my way I saved myself from many a wrongful turn. Yet I realize that even self sacrifice is a selfish move. Isn’t it all for me in the end? So one must contemplate the legacy likely to arise from one’s “selfish” choices.

      4. deteremineddespitewp

        Nothing worthwhile comes easy or stays easy because it is necessary to keep oneself in a constant states of balances and checks.
        The dangerous trap is to embrace a good cause and become so fixated on one path that anyone outside of that path is a person to be hated and reviled.

      5. Sha'Tara Post author

        That is why one should (must?) work from a compassionate base. No hate allowed, unless of course is the hatred of evil, i.e., that which causes harm or death to life for purely selfish motives.

      6. Sha'Tara Post author

        The real and endless struggle is always within. All other types of struggle accomplish nothing. Change must come from within or it isn’t real change. At least that is how I’ve experienced my own life.

      7. deteremineddespitewp

        A deep down change too. One which is solid and a constant source of comfort and strength…AND does not make you feel other folk are lesser than you because of race, gender or beliefs.

      8. Sha'Tara Post author

        Yes, the “right” kind of change, also irrevocable. …I was that, now I am this, and I’ll never be that again.

      9. Sha'Tara Post author

        So do I, and it keeps coming back. We have to stay vigilant and keep rechoosing right from wrong, it’s the only choice we have.

      10. Sha'Tara Post author

        You won’t get an argument from me on that, too sadly true. Cat’s out of the bag before we’re even aware we had opened it. Then it’s recriminations and guilt and a bunch of wasted time going back over stuff we were so sure we’d never have to deal with again…

      11. deteremineddespitewp

        Yeah, sometimes there one is, slap bang in the middle of what was supposed to start out as a cohgent and lucid prosition and somehow it’s morphed in to a rant suggestion hellfire raining down upon the heads of all those in opposition.
        Me, I keep getting plagued by flashbacks even to my childhood about unhappy, or embarresing situtaions……. I need to fill my mind up with more constructive things in the Now.

      12. Sha'Tara Post author

        Quote: “I need to fill my mind up with more constructive things in the Now.” We all do!!!

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