Are You Winning Your Master’s War?

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Image: Dick Price, The War After The War

The doorknob turned as anarchy stormed in.

Violence ensued.

Mercy fled.

The war waged on the battlefield of time.

The adversaries bellowed their distinctive battle cries charging to defend their cause ordered by their respective commanders.

Like any good soldier, you fight the battle without understanding the cause—that’s what you signed up to do.

Since relinquishing your thoughts, feelings, and views to your leader, you no longer command your own life.

Someone else dictates your actions, your every move, and your way of living.

You have only the voice of your leader’s commands and orders echoing throughout your being.

Your true identity’s been stripped—dead to the world, dead to anyone you encounter, especially noticeable to those desiring a connection  with you.

No chapter exists in your war manual  for appropriately interacting with those longing to be close to you because you’ve been programmed to die.

Relationships necessitate life.

Your life’s no longer yours.

Regrettably true, you’ve sold your soul forgetting you were born free with liberty to move about unfettered.

As the battle persists—lives cut down, enemies (of your leader) destroyed—you feel victorious because it seems you’re winning.

I inquire of you, “What are you winning—your master’s war?”

You can give no thought to my questions presently. If you do, you will die on this non-self-imposed battlefield.

Your commander equipped you with the art of war to do combat in his battle, defending his interests, in his stead.

For your survival, you must follow his instructions to the letter until this battle’s end. Only then can you embrace your truth and purpose lying just beyond this war zone.

Hold on soldier—fight for your survival so you can live to determine your own destiny.

Peace…

 

Nesi Writes

The Coup

Art: Berlin Interrogation (Artist Unknown)

We’re really perplexed, Sir, regarding this mission.You insist that we prepare for battle to sneak attack the enemy. Where are we going? Why can’t you tell us?

Should I inform you, recoiling and retreating will be your initial reaction. Since you are great warriors, you’d recover quickly carrying out this coup. We have no time to spare so let’s go forth executing our operation. I’ve received the mission report—either you’re with me or not. Our goal is sneaking in like thieves in the night and making not a peep. Clip their security wire so their defenses are down. Our target is the strongman and/or his cohorts.

We’re inside the enemy’s camp; their building is ours, now. Since the strongman isn’t in sight, imprison his cronies as our captives. Ensure no harm befalls them. We’ll interrogate them at base camp. Secure as much intelligence as you find for the higher ranks to assess. Move quickly carrying the cargo back to base camp where the interrogation begins.

Who is your master—your strongman? It’s impossible to do what you’ve done on your own. Warriors, do what is required to gain access to their strongman—by any means necessary. Their continuous guerrilla terror attacks in our domain must cease. Take them to the holding cell for answers—starving them, if necessary, like the fever they are. Quiet! The General‘s footsteps approach—seeking answers

Sir, yes, sir!

Ops, what’s the recon status? Is the enemy bound, ceasing these asinine attacks, out maneuvering our defenses, and threatening our security?

Sir, no, Sir!

By sword, shield, or anything from our vast arsenal of warfare tactics, cast out this enemy, pronto. Do I make myself clear?

Sir, yes, Sir!

Commander, occupy your territory. Finish this job—no time to waste for we’ve been patient long enough with this enemy’s nonsense and foolishness. At ease and carry on with your mission. Terminate the enemy—the strongman these flunkies serve…

©2012 Nesi Writes