On the Guiltless (A conversation with a murderer)
I had a dream; and in this dream, I spoke to a murderer. The details are of no importance nor is the scene set up. What is of importance is what I said to him to try to get him to admit guilt. I will paraphrase my words to him and then add additional concepts after the real conversation with him has ended.
Me: “I need you to admit what you’ve done to her.”
Murderer: “Why, why do you want me to admit to it?”
Me: “I need you to admit what you’ve done so that when you die—which will more than likely be today—your soul will have no baggage tying it to this world. You may not believe in God—or anything for that matter—but that doesn’t matter. Regardless of your beliefs, the moment that your life is slipping away from you and you’re counting your last breaths, the question of ‘what if’, will enter your fleeting mind.”
Murderer: “ …”
Me: “What do you believe in?”
Murderer: “…”
Me: “Do believe in God? …do you believe in the devil?…are you an atheist?”
Murderer: “…”
Me: “It really doesn’t matter if you don’t believe in anything. Think about that moment, the moment right before you die. Feel, that moment and you will understand before it’s too late. Imagine: You’re laying there on the ground dying, you have a few breaths left before you find out if what you do or don’t believe in is true. But before your mind is free enough to let itself go, it immediately plunges into the things left unsaid from your life. It is haunted by the memory of murdering your niece—my sister. Your soul was fragmented at that moment and has been scattered ever since. Instead of being free to find out what truly exists after death, it is fixated on all the wrongs you have done and upon the fragmented pieces that are lost in the process. Imagine that moment with everything that you are. Now, admit what you have done and reclaim those lost fragments.”
Murderer: “What does it matter if I tell you what I did? Why do you care? Is it to ease your own mind about what happened to your sister?”
Me: “No. I want you to admit it for your own sake. I love the Great Spirit too much to allow you to become lost to Infinity. My sister is gone, you confessing what you did—what we all know that you did—will not bring her back or give my heart any closure, but it will ensure that when you die today—as the Great Spirit has ordained—you will pack your baggage (soul fragments) and you will get the hell out of here for good. I say this for your sake; nothing more. Now admit what you have done and free yourself from your chains; reclaim what it lost unto yourself.”
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My additional comments would be that even if he was an atheist and believed that human life was pointless and that we were simply machines and that because of this, he would pay no consequence to his actions and die without paying any form of moral “justice” for his deeds, I could prove that he cannot be certain of this. That uncertainty is the uncertainty that will enter his fleeting consciousness the moment before he dies to haunt his soul—or in his case—his machine and test his beliefs; but the outcome is all or nothing. These are not a gambler’s odds.
I would ask him, (if he were an atheist), that if we were nothing but automatic machines without purpose and without direction, how he can explain the smile of that young girl he murdered (his niece). Can he remember her laugh and her eyes when they would light up for her uncle (the murderer) whenever he came around. If he could remember her telling him that she loves him and how—even as an infant, without learning the human machine’s values—she would react in her own unique way to new stimuli or faces. A machine is only capable of reacting in a set programmed amount of ways; nothing more. However, the small and innocent child, who had not yet been programmed by life, was able to do things that shocked and touched her uncle’s dark soul.
The fact that as human beings we can create things that other’s have never dreamed of is enough proof that we are NOT simply machines, but that we are somehow living within a machine of flesh. For every machine, must have an operator, does it not? And who is that operator but the human soul/spirit. You may not believe in God or anything for that matter, but you cannot deny what I have just said. And that is why I need you to admit what you have done, so that you may reclaim the lost pieces of that operator of your machine. Now that you realize the truth of what I have said, you surely must realize that your killing your innocent niece was not justifiable by claiming that she was nothing more than an empty machine. You now are made aware that she had an operator inside of her—a soul/spirit. You now realize that you are responsible for hurting that innocent operator that once reached out to you and told you that she loved you. The same innocent little girl who laughed and cried whenever she felt pain or pleasure. The operator that animated the machine to make it different than the rock that sits there, cold and directionless. Free yourself from your chains and embrace the truth of what I am saying to you. Make sure that when you are taking your last breath in this world—whether you believe that you will simply turn to dust or not upon closing your eyes—that you can rest in peace as all that you are. Even though you have done horrific deeds out of your ignorance of life, you can atone for them by recollecting your lost baggage (soul fragments). Tell me what you did…
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