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The
Last One
by
Austin
Repath
The
old man hunched forward, his head slightly bent to one side. He
wondered where he was. Maybe this was all a dream; maybe he was
dead. For years he had lived alone in a dark cave near an ancient
swamp, and now.
He looked about the great hall. Although the hall was lit only by
candlelight, there were no shadows; everything seemed filled with
its own translucent light. The old man narrowed his eyes and
studied the people about him. They too seemed to glow with some
inner light.
O ne
of them smiled at him. He frowned back and scratched his head.
For some reason he couldn't understand he was the guest of honor.
They'd told him that he was the last one, whatever that meant. He
had refused to talk to any of them, afraid they might find out
what he had done far back in that other time.
Suddenly a great hush fell over the hall, and in through the
marble archway walked a white-haired woman in flowing white
robes. Slowly she took her place at the far end of the hall on a
great throne-like chair similar to the one at the other end of
the hall on which the old man was seated.
"To all of you, welcome." The voice of the white lady
rang like crystal throughout the hall. Then she looked toward the
old man. "Long have we searched for you, and now at last you
are found. You are most welcome."
The old man stared back at her. She was old beyond imagining, yet
in the soft candlelight she looked young and beautiful beyond
belief. He could not remember ever having seen her before, yet
she awoke deep within him, long forgotten memories.
"This is a day of celebration," continued the white
lady, "and as is our custom, we begin our celebration with
the story of that other time." She paused for a moment, then
began, "Far back in that other time, humankind was like a
butterfly about to emerge from its dark cocoon. But it was a
timid butterfly, afraid to leave the comfort of what it knew.
Back in that other time humankind had everything they needed to
go forward, yet they clung to their old ways. In fear they held
to their old beliefs.
"It is hard for you who live in love to imagine the iron
grip of fear, but humankind lived in fear, and it was this that
held them back. Humankind could no longer love because fear
filled their hearts. And so that this might be taken from the
hearts of men, they were taken into that which they feared the
most - world's end. World's end did not come from war as everyone
had expected. It came about in a way that put an end to war
altogether. In that other time, poisoned by men's fears, the
oceans began to die."
The old man leaned forward. He knew that other time. It was his
time - and it hadn't been fear that had killed the oceans. "I
was there when the oceans were dying," he wanted to shout at
them.
"When scientists discovered that industrial waste draining
into the oceans was killing everything in them even the almost
invisible plankton, I was there. I remember when they revealed
the
fact that most of our oxygen came not from the trees, but from
these insignificant sea creatures called plankton. I remember
when they told us that once the plankton died, except for a few
animals that lived deep in the forests, everything that breathed
oxygen would die as well. I was there when the scientists
predicted we had only two more years to live."
The old man wanted to stand up and cry out what he knew, but he
didn't. He was afraid to. He was afraid they'd discovered what he
had done.
The white lady continued, "It was fear that brought the
nations of the world together. In that other time nothing else
but fear could have united the world. For what was the point of
fighting if in two years they'd all be dead? So the nations of
the world met together and after many days and nights of talking
and arguing, they selected four leaders to coordinate the task of
saving the oceans.
"First the four leaders brought together experts from every
country to work together on the problem. Then they ordered that
food be shipped to wherever people were hungry. No one needed to
feel the fear of hunger. But the most important thing the four
did was to see that everyone on earth knew what was happening.
This was the first step in breaking the fear that gripped the
world - that everyone know the truth. Back in that other time
people used all sorts of devices to connect with one another, but
one in particular allowed one person to be seen and to speak to
all the people on earth at the same time.”
The
old man smiled to himself at the white lady's description of a
television set. He remembered how it had been. Every family on
earth had been issued one, and each day at the appointed hour,
they'd watched to see if an antidote for the dying oceans had
been discovered.
Finally, with only 14 months left, the leaders announced that a
chemical had been found that could perhaps neutralize the poison.
The old man remembered that well. Day and night they had worked
to make enough of the chemical to spread across the oceans.
Everyone had worked hard and yet they seemed to have enjoyed it.
During that time even strangers would stop and talk to one
another.
Then had come the fateful day when thousands and thousands of
ships loaded with the chemical headed out to sea. After that
there were weeks of waiting to see if it had worked. The old man
had turned 22 on the day that the results were announced. The
oceans had not been neutralized. They had failed!
Twenty-two years old, his life just beginning, and now it was
over. The old man clenched his fist at the memory of that other
time. He looked at the white lady as if it was her fault.
But she was continuing with her story. "The nations of the
world did fail to save the oceans, but it wasn't really a
failure; it only seemed that way. You see, the nations of the
world had stopped fighting. War had come to an end. That was the
real success!"
The old man stared at her. He had been there and they had failed;
they had all been faced with death. He listened to her in
disbelief as she went on.
"The people of the world were shocked, and angry. They had
tried so hard, and they were still under the illusion that they
had failed. The truth was that for the first time in the history
of the world, the peoples of earth had worked together with one
purpose. They now trusted one another. They were ready for the
next step.
The old man looked at her darkly. He remembered when the four
leaders had announced the earth had only five months of oxygen
left. They had talked about the possibility of something
unexpected happening. Maybe even that humans might evolve beyond
the need for oxygen. That had been utter absolute nonsense, the
old man knew. He glared at the white lady as if daring her to
tell him differently.
The white lady smiled toward him, and for some reason he suddenly
remembered that one of the leaders had been a woman - a woman who
had won world acclaim for her cure for cancer. A white haired
lady whom one reporter had dubbed the fairy godmother of the
world - and ever after that she had been known affectionately as
simply, the godmother. Being the senior member, she had been the
last of the four to speak. The words she had once spoken came
into his head:
"There is a way out. We can change. I know most of you
believe it is impossible to really change, to become something
different than you are, but it's not.
"But First we have to let go of our old beliefs. We must
accept the fact that each of us is responsible for what has
happened. We cannot blame one another."
The old man didn't want to even think about what he had done, and
he let his mind drift away onto other things - but: the white
lady drew him back with her words: "Those last few months
were the most important times in man's history. People began to
understand that it was their own fear that was polluting the
world, killing the oceans. Even the righteous began to see that
they too acted out of fear rather than love.
"However even in their darkest moment humankind was capable
of a magnificent gesture. People from all over the world began
sending messages to the godmother. 'Find some way of saving the
children. Our children are young and unafraid. They are not tied
to old ways and for them nothing is impossible. Perhaps they can
change. Maybe deep in the forests there is enough oxygen for them
to live at least long enough to try. Find some way of saving the
children.' Here was a world-wide sense of caring beyond self and
family. It was the sign that the butterfly was getting ready to
leave its cocoon."
The white lady stopped and studied the old man for a long time.
He looked frantic as if he wanted to run from the hall. She knew
that she had to reach him now or he'd be lost forever. She'd have
to risk bringing him into her story.
"And so the children were sent into the forests - whatever
large and ancient trees could still be found, for that was where
there might be enough oxygen for them to live. And with each
group of children was sent a strong young man, a young man who
was loving and fearless - a man chosen because he had promised to
protect the children."
Inside the old man's head, the words were pounding, STOP! STOP!
"And with us tonight is one of these men who long ago was
sent out to protect the children. He is our guest of honor!"
Everybody turned and looked toward the old man. Words were
exploding inside his head, "It's a lie. It's a lie."
Suddenly he realized he was on his feet, shouting at them all,
"It's a lie!"
He knew now he would have to tell them what he had done. "Yes,
I was one of these men who went to protect the children. But I
wasn't fearless or loving. I went because I was afraid. I didn't
care about the children, I just didn't want to die. Can you
understand that?!
"And I wasn't chosen - I begged, begged them to let me go.
Then came that strange day in the forest. Everything filled with
a blinding light. It was so powerful it had to have been a light
blast from some horrendous holocaust, and I ran. Yes, I left the
children, ran and hid in a cave. I've lived in that cave ever
since. I don't know what happened to the children."
Suddenly he had a strange thought. These people looking at him
were those children grown to maturity. They had come back to
judge him.
"Yes," he said, the words coming slow and broken. "I
left you to perish in that blinding light. All I thought about
was myself. I was terrified with my own fear. That's why I did
it. I wish it could have been different."
He sank back into his chair and stared blankly at the floor,
while tears of shame, guilt and then relief ran down his race. He
had never told anyone before.
The white lady waited until the old man raised his eyes, then she
asked, "Would you like to know what happened when you ran
back into the cave?" He nodded. "Would you like
to know how my story ends?"
"Yes, I would," he said, leaning forward in his chair.
"Well, after the children went into the forest, those of us
who remained behind had no choice but to accept our fate. As we
did so, our fear disappeared! We were no longer afraid, even of
world's end. A great peace swept across the earth.
"Then the last day arrived. Everyone gathered at the
appointed hour in front of their television sets, and the face of
her whom they called the godmother appeared to each
of them, and here is what she said.
'Your
work is all but done. You have changed war into peace, and
transformed fear into trust. To each of you I say well done. The
next step is so simple your minds will deny it. You have but to
join together, speak with one voice, and open yourselves to the
power within you'."
"For you now stand ready to know the full truth of your
being - you now can be trusted with the power of the universe
that has been locked within your hearts since time began. You are
now ready for a happier world. Come let us cross over together.
Let us open our hearts to each other and speak with one voice!"
And these were the words that were spoken by every person on
earth. ‘We
the people of earth, of one mind and heart open ourselves to the
power of love and truth.'
"And with these words, spoken at the same moment in time by
every loving person on earth, everything was changed. The
butterfly left its cocoon of fear and darkness, and the earth
shone like a luminous pearl in the heavens."
The old man sat there, nodding his head slowly. He now knew what
happened on that strange day in the forest. That flash of
blinding light had been the bursting force of that power locked
within the human heart. But that moment of human destiny had
passed him by. In fear he had run back to the cave, while they
had gone forward.
He longed for another chance. And as he sat there the godmother
got up and began walking towards him, and he knew that it was
true - they had come back for him.
He got to his feet and walked forward to meet her, his hands
outstretched in greeting. When she took his hands in hers and
smiled into his eyes, he felt himself filling with light and his
heart bursting with joy. A faint smile trembled on his lips as
all about him he could hear singing and laughter. The celebration
had begun.
The last one had crossed over into the light.
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