The point that I am trying to make in crossing back over is that
anything other than love is futile.
Ann: Bobby, do you hurt now? I get the sense that you do.
Bobby: Yes, Ann, I do. I weep for the travesty of hate that emboldens the oppression of the befitted few over the downtrodden many. And I weep for those who do not realize that they are being used, that they have more in common with those they plan to oppress than they do with their exploitive commandantes. Just because we pass over into vision and light does not mean we cease to weep for the suffering of those who remain in darkness.
It is that empathy and my natural organizing, fix-it propensities that have led me to make my presence known to you and others. The point that I am trying to make in crossing back over is that anything other than love is futile. Hopeless, really, to think that hatred can lead to anything other than complete enslavement. Those of us on this side sing, dance, and jump up and down in front of some of these folks, and they walk right through us. It is unutterably sad and exhausting.
Ann: Does Jesus get tired like that?
Bobby: Yes. And yet, as before, we will keep going. It will take time, but the armies are gathering in the east, the armies of the rising sun, powered by the love of Jesus Christ and every other enlightened soul on this plant and beyond who have seen that the time for metamorphosis has come. The caterpillar has had enough of eating its own flesh and wishes to emerge into the light of day. You are all lucky to be alive to witness it.
Ann: Yes, that seems to be my function, and I am grateful to have such as otherwise, it would be really hard to be living through this.
Bobby: I too questioned my purpose, asked for, prayed for oblivion to stop the horrors of grief and hopelessness that warred within me, determined to take me down. Duty held me here, those whose lives were so closely connected to mine that another departure would have been an unforgivable abandonment unworthy of the lowliest foot soldier. So I stayed and soldiered on, dead inside at the best of times, in agony for the rest.
And yet gradually my purpose made itself known to me. Perseverance is not sexy, but it gets the job done. And then when we receive the light of purpose and understanding of our necessary focus on this planet, it will draw others to us because they see their own light reflected in ours.
Do not give up. None of you came here for that. Hang on to the reality of love wherever you can find it. And if you look, you will find it.
January 19, 2021