Freedom never comes - Part 19

They did not see him at first sight as his white shining figure was well blending in the white shining atmosphere all around. Just before he appeared before them, they saw the white shining man with his iron rod. He smiled at them, looked around and each of them into the eyes at the same time, even more, had come before him than before. What would have taken other minutes or hours he was able to see, do and understand all at the same time for all of them. The English folks did not know what to do or say, they kept silent and did not move at all. He smiled at them.

After a while he said: "Please, let us all sit down and have a break. Now that most of you have put in the shoes provided and walked pass the doors, I am sure you want a rest. So, lets rest. But...still we should make good use of the time as even while resting you still can move forward in life and develop your mind. Therefore, let me ask you this," paused he for dramatic moments to increase tension in his audience sitting in front of him with wide-open eyes. "Now, let me ask you. Here we wonder about you people and your concept of justice. Justice is needed for all of you to feel comfortable, fair treated, once someone of you has done something wrong against another one of you, that we do understand and appreciate. Your understanding of justice, that is also what we can understand, is never our understanding of justice, in this aspect you have decided for your own, a human-made way, and not a universal right way as set before you long ago. To take away sins from the sinners the sinner in your understanding has to go through a process of punishment in various lengths and forms, sometimes even has to die for his sin. When you call your setting, I mean your societies, civilized and highly educated, you choose some of you to sit above others with a law book in your hand to deliver a judgment. This book is actually very funny we think here as it always changes accordingly to taste in a society and from society to society across the globe. In only one society today you have a punishable offence, tomorrow it is written off from the book of law or the punishment in its length and strength is changed while in the book of truth, the bible, the situation never changes but stays the same from generation to generation across time and space, is universal for all human beings. The bible and its ten commandments do not care about the social, intellectual, financial, legal, or cultural background of a person and why a person did sin in which form ever. For us here sin is sin and human are human. His motivation does not matter. Whether a crime was committed out of anger, jealousy, committed by a professional sinner or out of economic and mental problems, we see humans as humans and see what they have done wrong as the punishable offence and not the motivation out of which the person has committed the sin. If we would think like you justice would never be served as motives leave an open door for interpretation for people that are sinners and not perfect in themselves. What matters to us is the offence that must be made just and that this offence is committed by a person, not an animal, not an institution, but an individual and that individual is a human being regardless of what stands behind him walking on earth. The fact that your law book is up to taste and changes all the time makes people confused certainly not contributing to something you humans call justice and fairness. Justice can and should not be different based on the landscape someone finds himself in but universal justice so that it can be called somehow closer to justice that you people require on earth. In your societies, you employ and pay for professionals that form their own caste, the justice system, for many other people a book with seven seals. They get laws into their hands as a tool to perform their duties. These laws are more than funny, I am telling you the truth. Each sentence is not clear, I mean the laws allow let us say a judgement of imprisonment of three to five years instead of giving an exact timing. You people argue falsely, a law is a general statement and idea to sentence someone and bring justice and fairness to a society. So, you people say to perform on this principle a law can never be so precise that it matches the individual cases but must be left to the judges to decide which exact judgement would be appropriate to give. This is an open door for injustice as the sentence given does not reflect the law but the interpretation of the law and interpretation is not first-degree justice, justice to taste dressed in the expectation of professionalism and an independent justice system. This justice system has one more serious weakness as judges are independent but over time their qualification is never checked again while in all other areas of society quality systems are in place. Even in politics as voting each four years offers at least a minimum form of quality check. But this vital sector of your society is not guided by quality checks. Once a judge sits in his chamber and does not offend the law and steal things, he will die on his seat or leave it for his retirement. Even there is a way, complicated though but possible, to ensure the independence of the justice system and at the same time implement quality checks that quality justice is served, this is not seen and not implemented. With a complicated but possible point system, you people can ensure quality check is not made on individual cases but on the overall performance of a judge with a certain spread of possibility to perform the duties. So, you see, we here have serious doubts about what you people in your own world are doing and whether or not you are fit to understand universal truth and what we are here to do for you people."

Linda Evans stepped forward and argued: "Sir, with the greatest of respect, but...." She turned back and looked at her friends. "We here have problems to understand what you are saying. We do not know much about justice system and how it should or how it could perform. We are simple people that want nothing but to have a good time where we are. Do not think much about life`s matters. I mean, Sir, life is hard already...not always fun, I am telling you."

The friend behind her was laughing. Once they saw the white shining man with the iron rod looking seriously at them, they stopped.

"I mean," continued Linda Evans, "to life a decent life, do you know how hard it is already for us?" She paused waiting for an answer. As the answer did not come, she went on:" So, we better leave the problems to others that are better qualified than us. I mean, we are not all equal and we will never be!"

"But you are all humans, right?"

"Yes, that is true," did Linda Evans does not understand the meaning of the question. "So what?"

The Man in shining white looked at her, smiled with wisdom all over his face and answered quietly: "Think...and you will find the answer!" He paused, got up, showed his iron rod and said: "Break over...time again to see and understand. Here are so many more doors to pass through." He turned around and walked away disappearing in a cloud of all white.

Seth Wooly looked to his left, looked to his right, none of his friends wanted to move forward. He walked closer to one door, took his own shoes off, put the shoes on that were no longer standing at its usual place most certainly used by someone before him that had placed them at an unusual place. He straightened himself, looked straight to the door, lowered the door handle, and passed through hearing the door closing behind his back. The white fog disappeared; the scenery unfolded. Standing behind a five-star hotel in London City Center he saw mostly men, only two ladies, laying in the dirt of the dark back street with a waste container stinking as its centrepiece. Only a fraction of light pushed its way through the top roof of the buildings around. A man in his mid-forties walked up to him, looked at him from down to up, smiled into his face smelling of alcohol. His dirty hands stretched out did he want to greet the unknown young man that by his looks did not fit into the scenery at all.

Another man, younger than the first, walked up to Seth Wooly. He starred at the well-dressed man while his own jeans and shirt were all over covered in stains of wine, snaps, tomato sauce and ashes of cigarettes. His shoes were worn out, only a glimpse of once wearable no name snickers Made in China. He offered Seth Wooly a cigarette, but he refused with thanks. A blond young lady walked up to the three-man standing just before the small passage was ending and a great street with trees and shining Art Galleries would entertain people, stood behind her two friends to look at the stranger from a safe place. She had blue eyes, looking very much like Linda Evans. He told her so and she smiled. After a few meaningful silent moments suggested she that maybe she would be Linda Evans, who would know in the end. She played with his mind. He tried to concentrate to see whether behind the face that great similarities with the facial expressions of Linda Evans had he could uncover, the real identity of the lady before him. They invited him to come closer and have a seat on one of the bigger concrete blocks left abandoned. The middle-aged man started to open up. ready to share his life-story he started by complaining about his youth, a child from a drunker, his mother cheating on the father with other men possibly the cause why his father took to alcohol in the first place. Deep in his heart, the man was convinced, was his father a very fine person, but weak. He had never been a fighter rather letting other people take advantage of his good character. As his weapon against the odds of his life alcohol was his way to cope with the issues he had to face.

Over time as it had been unavoidable, his father had lost his well-paid job which had made his mother finally leave him to say with one of her boyfriends. Social workers came for him and his brother, children homes were his future. Something always had told him, his inner voice that he listened to all the time, such a life would not be for him, but he deserved much better. So, what he did was to steal money from other, got caught by the police, put behind bars, came out from prison, saw again a victim to rob money from, police, judges, prison ending him here on the back street behind a five-star hotel. Seth Wooly looked at him and kept quiet for important moments.

He looked down to the ground then up to the sky through the narrow space the back street gave him squeezed in by the high walls of the expensive buildings around, lowered his head, lower his voice and asked the man what message he wanted to share with him as many others have the same story to share but live somewhere else in a better place. The blond lady moved forward standing right in front of Seth Wolly to block the way. She put her hands on her hips behind her back, looked seriously down on him and stated that life is not a joy ride and that whatever someone passes through effects people in different ways. Some can take it with a smile on their faces, others walk through time like mad people, others take their own life and others use the footsteps their parents had cemented into the sand for all times. As, and that looked out of her yes so clearly, no one is the same and will never be the same, that is what she said with confidence in her voice. Family blood and time and our surroundings born into have so powerful roots that keep us back and in bondage, to loosen the strings we are attached to, is not an easy task. Yes, she laughed and sat by his side, that certainly some people make it but that could and should not mean to condemn others that cannot make it as useless people, trash of society, dumped by the roadside. After all, she smiled with love in her voice, a human would still and always be a human.