These False Leaders

He watched as the powerful ones attempted to control the truth. So much energy was spent in the attempt to control the others. So much wasted effort was used in trying to force their will on those who would have willingly followed if the leaders were only smart and compassionate. The voices could be stifled temporarily, but opportunities would present themselves and the falseness of the leaders would fall out of the cloak of concealment. He almost felt sorry for them. How pitiful they were for wasting so much life on creating their own little dictatorship.

Out there... the real world existed--away from this false hierarchy. If they tried to follow him into the wilderness, they would become lost and cry out as the elements took them away. Only the spirit matters so much. Matters of the soul can be cherished and sought after. All the money and power on this earth will never be as valuable as how true and kind you were in life. Money and power will not matter as much as what knowledge and love you generated while you walked in the flesh of your body.

He turned his gaze away from them... these false leaders... Their day would come. The false veils would drop. He would shed no tears when they fell.