There’s a parable by Neale Donald Walsch called The Little Soul and the Sun. There are two parts to this tale. In a nutshell, the story is about a soul who wanted to know who he was., but because all there was, was light, and all he was, was light, he could not do this.
There once was a soul who knew itself to be the light. This was a new soul, and so, anxious for experience. “I am the light,” it said. “I am the light.” Yet all the knowing of it and all the saying of it could not substitute for the experience of it. And in the realm from which this soul emerged, there was nothing but the light. Every soul was grand, every soul was magnificent, and every soul shone with the brilliance of God’s awesome light. And so the little soul in question was as a candle in the sun. In the midst of the grandest light — of which it was a part — it could not see itself, nor experience itself as Who and What it Really Is.
And then goes on to explain that in order for the soul to know itself, it must separate itself from all that is and call upon the darkness so it may know its own light and experience who he or she really is.
But in order for that soul aspect to know itself as light, someone had to play the part of being the darkness.
In this story, the soul wished to experience forgiveness, but as there was no one to forgive; someone had to play that part.
Another soul offered: “I will come into your next physical lifetime and do something for you to forgive. I ask only one thing in return,”
“Anything! Anything!” the Little Soul cried.
“In the moment that I strike you and smite you, in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could ever imagine – in that self-same moment…remember Who I Really Am.”
“Oh, I won’t forget!” promised the Little Soul. “I will see you in the perfection with which I hold you now, and I will remember Who You Are, always.”
This story illustrates perfectly why we have darkness. Why there are demons, and why people attack and hurt us.
And while many people do indeed seem to understand that all we do is because we have created it on some level, and that is our free will in action, they seem to forget the very thing they need to remember.
The ones who are dark are dark because without them, we could not experience our own light.
Far too often, I see people condemning demons, so called evil, people who have wronged them and cursing them to Hell (or whatever place they feel is punishing enough. )
Far too often people insist that there is no help for those being and they are not worthy or their time, their healing, or even their love or blessings.
But is this really what we should be doing? So called negative beings don’t remember who they really are. Perhaps they have chosen a part where, by necessity, they cannot have any connection to the light. No matter what is done, they will always be of the dark because that is what is required. And they will remain so until they eventually return, with the rest, to source.
People seem to take great pride in condemning that which they consider to be dark. They simply love to hate and detest anything that doesn’t meet their own personal standards.
But condemning the dark is as useless as condemning the night. Everything is there for a reason. It wouldn’t exist otherwise.
I can’t help but wonder how horrible it would be to be hated by everyone, attacked and detested just for being.
Personally, I feel we should bless the darkness. Thank them for their gift and even their sacrifice. Those who have even experienced a little of what it’s like to not have light in your life should understand what it is like to be like them.
They may not remember who they are. They may never be able to in this realm, but that doesn’t mean we should forget, either.
And while you may not agree or condone their actions, always come from a place of love, rather than hate or fear.
Someone has to play the bad guy. Perhaps one day it may be you.