Spiritual Forum

And Zarathustra came to a city in the mountains. It was built above the clouds because the people wanted to live close to the heaven.

The air was clear with the bright sun shining on lovely places to live. The people were waiting for Zarathustra gathering the warm market place.

How nice, said Zarathustra, you must be very happy!

Yes, we are, said a friendly woman obviously being important to the crowd. We live here above the clouds in clear air and a bright sun. We want to be close to God. A long time ago we left the rainy world below, where the air is heavy and the sky is dark and people look sad.

We gave birth to children being exposed to brightness and positive thoughts, and over the time we grew to what you see now. Go, Zarathustra, go and ask the people!

And Zarathustra asked for a cup of water and it was given to him. Who, he wanted to knw, who is allowed to live in the city?

People like you, he heard, positive people, those who have had an awakening. We prove every single application. Thus we prevent our city from having irritations and difficulties.

Oh, I see. So you are somehow watchmen of your city?

Yes, because God told us so.

What did God tell you, Zarathustra wanted to know.

He told us that we are his instruments.

Ah, I see, you are instruments. And I assume, you expose your love also as instruments of God?

Yes, we do, the woman replied. We consider ourselves hands and feets of God. We are all dependent from God, and he tells us to keep attention in uplifting that dependency everywhere. As God`s instruments we are relying on God in every single aspect of life.

I see, said Zarathustra. You are instruments, and you are relying on God in every single aspect of life. And you prove every application of people coming here to live.

You are right, the woman said. We do that all in the name of love, for God is love.

I understand, said Zarathustra. And he emptied the cup of water by pouring it at the soil.

Are you not thirsty, the woman wanted to know.

Yes, I am, Zarathustra replied licking his lips.

Why then have you poured out the cup of water?

Because I love the soil, Zarathustra said.

How can you love the soil? It is dirt and can not even answer you!

I don`t know, Zarathustra replied, I love the soil without knowing why!

Love, the woman said, love is always there for something! Love is cleaning the world from the dark! Love has always a goal, for God loves us to clean us completely!

And Zarathustra looked sadly to the woman, gave her the empty cup and said: I`ve got to go. You are not more than instruments. Your love is an instrumental love. You love only for a goal. You are a society of murderers and holy killers, for you have killed love.

At the evening of that day Zarathustra was seen in communion with sinners and ordinary people down at rainy ground, for he loved people for no reason and no goal...