A Path Called Time

A man traveled across a path called “Time”. The place at which he was standing each moment was called “the present.” The parts of the path that he had passed already were called “the past.” The parts of the path he had yet to cross were called “the future.” The man could look back to where he had passed, but often hills concealed what was in the valleys below. The more distance the man put between him and a point in “the past”, the harder it was for him to see. Eventually, he would lose sight of the place over the horizon. It wasn’t rare for the man to see a figure in the past. Since he could not make out what the figure was, he would guess. Whenever he saw the figure, he saw it as what he imagined it to be.

This man was not alone, however. He had many others traveling with him. Each person was different to one another. Some were good at seeing in the valleys, some were better at spotting things on the hilltops. Some had better eyesight and could therefore see farther than others. Sometimes, two people would see the same “figure” and each would imagine it as different things. They would argue about it, often needlessly. Although the people always traveled together, their journeys did not begin and nor will they end at the same part of the path called Time. Sometimes people would stumble and grow weary as they walked, while other people were light-footed and cheery. But the inevitable would happen. The fallen would rise, and the cheery would mourn. And the process would repeat itself.

The past was constantly over debate, but the future was different. No man or woman or child could see what lied ahead. They did not know when their trek would reach its extremity. They could only guess.

What was the goal of these people? They sought a way to escape the eternal bondage of Time. They wanted to leave the path and find a place where they need not journey, but may peacefully abide in. Many thought that if they did not stumble as they walked the path, when their journey came to an end, they could go to such a place.

There was a man named Erik Manuel. Erik claimed that he was beyond Time and he came from Mount Zion, where no man is forced to continuously travel.
The people whispered among themselves, “Isn’t this the same man who has walked with us for miles? If he is beyond Time, why doesn’t he leave?”
Knowing what they were thinking, Erik proclaimed, “I do not leave, for my father has observed you from Mount Zion since the first man started his journey. He loves you and wants you to go to Mount Zion, so you, a weary people, may find rest.”
“How do we leave Time? The walls are steep on both sides of the path. It goes on like that forever,” someone said.
“Can you see to the end of the path?” Erik replied. “No, you cannot even see what is ahead. I tell you the truth, if you follow me, I will take you to my father on Mount Zion.”
“Take us there now, if you are so powerful!” many demanded.
“The time has not yet come,” he would reply.
For many miles he spoke about his father and Mount Zion.
There were many men who claimed to not stumble. They did stumble, but they saw to it that no one would notice. The people thought they would surely escape Time. These people were called Seiphears. The Seiphears despised Erik Manuel, for he always pointed it out when they stumbled. They watched Erik closely, hoping to catch him stumble on a rock or stick; they even intentionally placed them in his way, but Erik did not stumble even once. What made the Seiphears more furious than ever was that people were taking notice to this. They realized that Erik was faultless in his walk.
The people to which Erik spoke asked him many questions. “How do we get to Zion?” they asked.
“You must walk as I walk,” Erik would say. “When the path is easy for you, and your feet are light, help those who are stumbling. Maybe they’ll help you when you stumble. Follow me and no one else and you will find the path to Zion.”
Miles and miles this went on, and the Seiphears had enough. They beat Erik Manuel and bound him. with rope. They knocked him down and kicked him in the side. They left Erik lying on the path.
His journey must be over, the people thought, as they continued down the path, leaving Erik behind.
As the people walked, one of Erik’s closest followers, Petra, was questioned three times, “Didn’t you believe in Erik’s teachings?”
Each time he answered no. Then he remembered one of his last conversations with Erik.
“I will never deny you, Erik. I’m not afraid of the Seiphears,” Petra had said.
“I tell you the truth, Petra, you will deny my teachings three times,” Erik prophesied.
Petra sobbed. He had denied Erik’s teaching. They had already gone three miles. Was there still any hope? Who’s going to end this arduous trek? Who is the savior from Time now?
“I am!” echoed across the hard ground.
“Erik!” was repeated throughout the crowd, both with amazement and hostility.
“Impossible!” the lead Seiphears exclaimed. “No one who has ever been left behind has come back!”
“Look at my wrist where I was bound, and at my side where I was kicked.” he said.
Someone spoke up, “Now that you’re here, what do you want?”
“The path forks ahead,” Erik announced with apparent authority.
The people looked ahead.
“I don’t see anything,” one of the people said.
“Keep walking,” Erik commanded.
As the people walked, they came to a fork it the road.
“It’s true!” someone said.
“It could’ve been a lucky guess,” a Seiphear said.
“Or it’s because he is who he says he is.” another suggested.
The lead Seiphear moved to the right fork.
“No! You must go left,” Erik demanded.
“The left way is hard and rocky, but the right way is wide, flat and grassy. I must be a fool to go left!” the Seiphear retorted.
“Broad is the way of the path that leads to destruction, but narrow is the way that leads to my father,” Erik said. He then addressed the entire crowd, “If you are with me, come to the left fork, that we may head for Zion!”
Petra came first. Then others. People slowly came until a large crowd was standing at the entrance to the left fork. Though its size was large, it was nothing in comparison to the people who were against Erik Manuel. So the masses of people went in different directions. The larger, led by the Seiphears, towards impending doom, the smaller, led by Erik, towards the glory of Zion.

(Don’t forget to view my blog tomorrow to see my post The Secrets of Time, an explanation of this post)

Braeden Frantz,
braedensconfabulations

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