Arrow in this Fight.
{arrow in this fight.}
'Its called an Arrow.
Just so you know... if you [or anyone] were to change their perspective, even just a little, it would appear to be what it really is. An Arrow.
A straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow...
like chah-duh...{people these days}...'
Spitting crossfire of cutting words flew across the slightly thin line where all the ropes and chains connected the two raging sides together. From the right side line, it appeared to be the largest game of tug-of-war ever attempted.... with snarling ropes and clashing chains pulling heavily back and forth, leaving no room for error. The oddness came as your wandering eyes make their way past the line of the chains, and settle on who is holding the chains... well, not who, but what.
Imagine with me, two worlds, cracked and shattering beneath the stress of the tugging ropes that are and have been tightly secured around them for years and years. Two worlds, ruined and crashing, yet still going strong in this so called game of tug-of-war.
Its as if they see the line as the literal line between right and wrong... and they are fighting so hard to pull the other one across that shady, slightly thin line.
Now, look a little closer.... for as many ropes and chains as there are, you would think they would be attached to more than just two worlds, right?
Go on... keep looking. There are tiny chains and deteriorating ropes tied to individuals, as they join in on sides of the game. Some hold the ropes confidently, pulling hard at some unexpected gamer on the other side... some are tied firmly, afraid to untie themselves and venture to the forbidden other side, or worse, leave the game all together.
but there was one,
Her arms were scared and burnt from the ropes that previously held her.
Her heart was fractured and stitched from the yanking she felt, and the pressure of both worlds and their stupid game of right and wrong.
Her thoughts were raging, 'who defined right and wrong?'
'who created this game?'
'who manipulated a line to say what exactly is correct and incorrect, and why are the two sides so different when they both claim to be Worlds?'
'why can't we agree, or agree to disagree?'
'why must we fight day in and day out for seemingly no purpose but to lure more to our side...'
But her last thought was the deepest. it was the strongest. It was the lifechanger.
'this slightly thin line, sits right up ahead... what would happen, say, if i were to go to the line. walk straight towards it.. and find out where the line for right and wrong really stands...'
Little by little, her arms grew stronger as her courage grew braver. One day, she broke the chain that was holding her, the bulk of it clammed to the ground as her feet took off towards the slightly thin line... her breath almost quit with thee excitement she felt. To be free... to be finally moving forward. To be finally finding this truth for herself, instead of sitting, tied to a world, being pulled by chains in an endless game.
Her legs carried her forward, but her ears began to hinder her as she heard the cries and calls from behind. The anger accusations and judgments. Her whole world saw her running straight for the line... they all thought she would climb onto the slightly thin line and free fall across to the opposing world...joining forces with the other team in this pointless game.
Her face smiled. She heard the calls to stay. She heard the yells of being a traitor... but she knew something they didn't... well, many things they didn't.
Firstly... the pure fact that her intentions were not to join the other side, or to cross the line at all...but to sit, directly on the slightly thin line. to sit... that is all, and see exactly what it was that these worlds had been tug-of-warring over for forever and a day.
Secondly, she smiled because the closer she got to the slightly thin line, the more it began to not look like a line at all.... The closer she became the more her suspicions were revealed...it was not a line. not in the slightest bit...
Her arms reached forward, pulling herself onto what she had always known as the slightly thin line of right and wrong. The line that separated the two worlds. The line that defined the endless game of tug-of-war. She pulled her body up, catching her footing she stretched her body and stood as tall as she could.
breathless.
and not just from the running.
Her eyes followed the bright path straight into what seemed to be the sun... she'd never seen it from this angle before, never seen this much of its brightness.
She reached her hand above her eyes to shade them from the blinding light and her heart about stopped in its beat.
It wasn't a line.
It never was a line...
And it definitely was never meant to be a line between right and wrong.
never.
The worlds had it all wrong...
But if the worlds had been wrong about it being a line...then what was it?
She was mesmerized and confused all at the same time. Shed never seen anything like this, yet she knew it was completely right opposed to the stupidity of the worlds.
"Its called an Arrow..." a steady voice came from behind her. "Just so you know... if you [or anyone] across either side of the line were to change their perspective, even just a little, it would appear to be what it really is....An Arrow...."
By this time her face turned towards the voice, matching it with a sturdy boy.
Her face was confused... beyond confused of where he came from... for he, unlike herself, was still chained, not to just one side but both.
"A straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow..." he continued...
"like chah-duh...{people these days}... they just cant give themselves enough room to change perspective for even a moment to see the truth.."
"What about you...." her voice shook, but she had to ask. "If your so confident in what it is...why haven't you unchained yourself like I have. Why do you remain tied to both sides?"
stillness filled the air.
his voice caught.
"I cant leave... they all tell me to stay..." his voice trailed off.
"I know, " she said..."i know what this arrow is... i know what its for."
His face was now confuzzeled from her changing the subject so rapidly....
She continued confidently, as if she had just had a major break through... {which, indeed, she had}. "Its pointing towards that light... its directing us straight to the Truth. We we wrong this whole time... The worlds were wrong. It is not a slightly thin line of what is good or bad, right and wrong. It is a direct arrow, showing us exactly what is good. exactly what is right. exactly what is Truth."
Her excitement took off at the same time as her feet... but she soon caught herself looking back at him who stood tied to both worlds..
In that moment the game became intense, and the chain tied around him began to rip into his heart. leaving gashes of strive and wounds of fear.
"Go on.." he said, getting ready to free-fall off the arrow into the opposing world she had just moments before escaped from.. "i have to go back, or i'll never get out alive." His arms were becoming torn as if symbols of his how his heart was currently fighting between the arrow and the game.
Her heart, however, was not torn. She had no gaping wounds of fear, and yet, somehow began slowly back towards him, instead of running straight to the light.
"Go, on." he repeated..."follow the arrow, don't bother with me... these chains wont come off."
"Look to the light..." her voice was steady. "These chains were not made to be on you forever... don't you want to know Truth...."
Her words reached out, penetrating his heart...the first chain began to crack.
"There is darkness on either side, the only way to find Truthful Light is to break free, from possibly all that you have ever known, and begin your blind journey towards the only actual Source of Brightness." She didn't know why she was calm, but she was as she continued to speak...
"You can do it... break free." Her words stopped cold.
Each of his chains began cracking as he flailed his arms with all his might. The clatter was loud, but suffocated by the brilliant light he now saw... he hadn't realized the brilliance of it before.
Though free, his arms were still injured from the chains, his heart fractured... unable to move.
The Light feathered its way through her fingers, shining past her and on to his brokenness...sewing up his wounds...leaving him only with scars.
The game grew more intense... the longer they stood, the more their ears began to cry out from the anger and disappointment they heard breaching from their previous sides of the arrow.
Finally, they gathered their wounded courage and began their journey towards truth.
His scars were sharp, but that didn't stop him. His footing began to follow towards the blinding light, making his way past her, and walking on the straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow. She followed patiently, staring into the burning light... carefully walking behind, step by step as to not slip off of the arrow.
The more they walked, the brighter the Light shone. And the brighter the Light shone... the more they realized what is Truth... and Who is Truth.
Her arms were scared and burnt from the ropes that previously held her.
Her heart was fractured and stitched from the yanking she had felt, from the pressure of both worlds and their stupid game of right and wrong.
However, her thoughts were no longer raging.
She had peace.
She had hope.
She had purpose.
She had Light.
She had a straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow to the only thing that had ever mattered.
To the very thing that the two worlds had been fighting over for forever and a day.
To the very definition of right. of just. of good.
The line the worlds had been fighting over, was more that a line for tug-of-war.
It was an arrow towards Truth.
And now that she found it, she would follow it...
Towards Pure Light
Towards absolute Truth.
Towards God.
her Creator. her Maker. her Savior.
"You see, this line, in which we continually play this childish game of tug-of-war isn't actually a line at all... If we were to just break free form the chains of differences, our vision would be changed. Our perspective would see, its not a line, but an arrow, directly pointing and creating a path towards the one thing that no one can seem to agree on. Towards our true and everlasting source of brightness. Towards our Savior, Redeemer, and Friend."
-Helen Eleanor
'Its called an Arrow.
Just so you know... if you [or anyone] were to change their perspective, even just a little, it would appear to be what it really is. An Arrow.
A straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow...
like chah-duh...{people these days}...'
Spitting crossfire of cutting words flew across the slightly thin line where all the ropes and chains connected the two raging sides together. From the right side line, it appeared to be the largest game of tug-of-war ever attempted.... with snarling ropes and clashing chains pulling heavily back and forth, leaving no room for error. The oddness came as your wandering eyes make their way past the line of the chains, and settle on who is holding the chains... well, not who, but what.
Imagine with me, two worlds, cracked and shattering beneath the stress of the tugging ropes that are and have been tightly secured around them for years and years. Two worlds, ruined and crashing, yet still going strong in this so called game of tug-of-war.
Its as if they see the line as the literal line between right and wrong... and they are fighting so hard to pull the other one across that shady, slightly thin line.
Now, look a little closer.... for as many ropes and chains as there are, you would think they would be attached to more than just two worlds, right?
Go on... keep looking. There are tiny chains and deteriorating ropes tied to individuals, as they join in on sides of the game. Some hold the ropes confidently, pulling hard at some unexpected gamer on the other side... some are tied firmly, afraid to untie themselves and venture to the forbidden other side, or worse, leave the game all together.
but there was one,
Her arms were scared and burnt from the ropes that previously held her.
Her heart was fractured and stitched from the yanking she felt, and the pressure of both worlds and their stupid game of right and wrong.
Her thoughts were raging, 'who defined right and wrong?'
'who created this game?'
'who manipulated a line to say what exactly is correct and incorrect, and why are the two sides so different when they both claim to be Worlds?'
'why can't we agree, or agree to disagree?'
'why must we fight day in and day out for seemingly no purpose but to lure more to our side...'
But her last thought was the deepest. it was the strongest. It was the lifechanger.
'this slightly thin line, sits right up ahead... what would happen, say, if i were to go to the line. walk straight towards it.. and find out where the line for right and wrong really stands...'
Little by little, her arms grew stronger as her courage grew braver. One day, she broke the chain that was holding her, the bulk of it clammed to the ground as her feet took off towards the slightly thin line... her breath almost quit with thee excitement she felt. To be free... to be finally moving forward. To be finally finding this truth for herself, instead of sitting, tied to a world, being pulled by chains in an endless game.
Her legs carried her forward, but her ears began to hinder her as she heard the cries and calls from behind. The anger accusations and judgments. Her whole world saw her running straight for the line... they all thought she would climb onto the slightly thin line and free fall across to the opposing world...joining forces with the other team in this pointless game.
Her face smiled. She heard the calls to stay. She heard the yells of being a traitor... but she knew something they didn't... well, many things they didn't.
Firstly... the pure fact that her intentions were not to join the other side, or to cross the line at all...but to sit, directly on the slightly thin line. to sit... that is all, and see exactly what it was that these worlds had been tug-of-warring over for forever and a day.
Secondly, she smiled because the closer she got to the slightly thin line, the more it began to not look like a line at all.... The closer she became the more her suspicions were revealed...it was not a line. not in the slightest bit...
Her arms reached forward, pulling herself onto what she had always known as the slightly thin line of right and wrong. The line that separated the two worlds. The line that defined the endless game of tug-of-war. She pulled her body up, catching her footing she stretched her body and stood as tall as she could.
breathless.
and not just from the running.
Her eyes followed the bright path straight into what seemed to be the sun... she'd never seen it from this angle before, never seen this much of its brightness.
She reached her hand above her eyes to shade them from the blinding light and her heart about stopped in its beat.
It wasn't a line.
It never was a line...
And it definitely was never meant to be a line between right and wrong.
never.
The worlds had it all wrong...
But if the worlds had been wrong about it being a line...then what was it?
She was mesmerized and confused all at the same time. Shed never seen anything like this, yet she knew it was completely right opposed to the stupidity of the worlds.
"Its called an Arrow..." a steady voice came from behind her. "Just so you know... if you [or anyone] across either side of the line were to change their perspective, even just a little, it would appear to be what it really is....An Arrow...."
By this time her face turned towards the voice, matching it with a sturdy boy.
Her face was confused... beyond confused of where he came from... for he, unlike herself, was still chained, not to just one side but both.
"A straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow..." he continued...
"like chah-duh...{people these days}... they just cant give themselves enough room to change perspective for even a moment to see the truth.."
"What about you...." her voice shook, but she had to ask. "If your so confident in what it is...why haven't you unchained yourself like I have. Why do you remain tied to both sides?"
stillness filled the air.
his voice caught.
"I cant leave... they all tell me to stay..." his voice trailed off.
"I know, " she said..."i know what this arrow is... i know what its for."
His face was now confuzzeled from her changing the subject so rapidly....
She continued confidently, as if she had just had a major break through... {which, indeed, she had}. "Its pointing towards that light... its directing us straight to the Truth. We we wrong this whole time... The worlds were wrong. It is not a slightly thin line of what is good or bad, right and wrong. It is a direct arrow, showing us exactly what is good. exactly what is right. exactly what is Truth."
Her excitement took off at the same time as her feet... but she soon caught herself looking back at him who stood tied to both worlds..
In that moment the game became intense, and the chain tied around him began to rip into his heart. leaving gashes of strive and wounds of fear.
"Go on.." he said, getting ready to free-fall off the arrow into the opposing world she had just moments before escaped from.. "i have to go back, or i'll never get out alive." His arms were becoming torn as if symbols of his how his heart was currently fighting between the arrow and the game.
Her heart, however, was not torn. She had no gaping wounds of fear, and yet, somehow began slowly back towards him, instead of running straight to the light.
"Go, on." he repeated..."follow the arrow, don't bother with me... these chains wont come off."
"Look to the light..." her voice was steady. "These chains were not made to be on you forever... don't you want to know Truth...."
Her words reached out, penetrating his heart...the first chain began to crack.
"There is darkness on either side, the only way to find Truthful Light is to break free, from possibly all that you have ever known, and begin your blind journey towards the only actual Source of Brightness." She didn't know why she was calm, but she was as she continued to speak...
"You can do it... break free." Her words stopped cold.
Each of his chains began cracking as he flailed his arms with all his might. The clatter was loud, but suffocated by the brilliant light he now saw... he hadn't realized the brilliance of it before.
Though free, his arms were still injured from the chains, his heart fractured... unable to move.
The Light feathered its way through her fingers, shining past her and on to his brokenness...sewing up his wounds...leaving him only with scars.
The game grew more intense... the longer they stood, the more their ears began to cry out from the anger and disappointment they heard breaching from their previous sides of the arrow.
Finally, they gathered their wounded courage and began their journey towards truth.
His scars were sharp, but that didn't stop him. His footing began to follow towards the blinding light, making his way past her, and walking on the straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow. She followed patiently, staring into the burning light... carefully walking behind, step by step as to not slip off of the arrow.
The more they walked, the brighter the Light shone. And the brighter the Light shone... the more they realized what is Truth... and Who is Truth.
Her arms were scared and burnt from the ropes that previously held her.
Her heart was fractured and stitched from the yanking she had felt, from the pressure of both worlds and their stupid game of right and wrong.
However, her thoughts were no longer raging.
She had peace.
She had hope.
She had purpose.
She had Light.
She had a straight, long, slightly thin, but very direct arrow to the only thing that had ever mattered.
To the very thing that the two worlds had been fighting over for forever and a day.
To the very definition of right. of just. of good.
The line the worlds had been fighting over, was more that a line for tug-of-war.
It was an arrow towards Truth.
And now that she found it, she would follow it...
Towards Pure Light
Towards absolute Truth.
Towards God.
her Creator. her Maker. her Savior.
-Helen Eleanor
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