The Fable Of Aristides
An angel named Plutarch had a Greek house honored by nobles because Plutarch was a scribe who infused honey with his words. Lords of his time admired reflections of Plutarch that charmed them with a vision of greatness. The gifted writer was paid handsomely in gratitude by wealthy patrons. He fed and clothed the meek and acquired respect from ordinary men. Admired by women, they allowed children to kiss a golden ring stamped with a seal of power to gain favor. An innocent young man named Aristides, perhaps sixteen, but gifted with letters at a young age, his mother was a literate slave kept by a lawyer at his discretion; because of her Roman beauty, she was admired by all.
Plutarch took notice of Aristides tucking him under a wing, for he had curls of feminine grace and eloquence. The headmaster had no evil intentions, but Aristides’ gift of inscription and charm, taught by his mother in secret, Plutarch envisioned a business partner to enrich them. One day, Aristides presented his teacher with a book for critical review. With pounding rain pouring on rooftops that evening, Plutarch sat in a master’s chair and ordered a servant to pour a chalice of wine mixed with pure well water. As he drank to the sound of a gentle harp, he noticed, in a daze, the manuscript of his gifted student.
“Theano! Bring me the papers on my desk.”
“Yes, Master,” his petite housekeeper approached her lord.”
“Bring a pillow to comfort your knees. Can you read?”
Theano hesitated in fear, “Be honest, woman! Shouted Plutarch in drunken relaxation, I have no conflict with you; in fact, here are three gold coins—a generous sum. “But keep it covert, my patrons scowl about teaching slaves the written word. The pigs enjoy their status as much as evil enjoys deception.”
“I am literate, Master,” kneeling, adjusting her body to comfort, thrilled with her master’s tipsy open hand offer.
“Read me the papers, please,” Aristides gave them to her. Let’s see what our young talent has.” Offering his near-empty chalice to Theano, as she, with an amiable heart, accepted.
“The Parallel Life of John… In the beginning, was the one who is called the Word. The Word was with God and was truly God. From the beginning, the Word was with God. Is this true, Master? Stunned by the words, Plutarch gave careful reflection and did not answer.
“Continue reading without interruption, Theano; I’m not ready to answer Theological questions.” As Plutarch listened to the words of Aristides, he transcended into a world of the spirit, with harps singing while watching Theano, mesmerized by the words of a clever angel.
“Jesus said, “You believe because I told you I observed your spirit under a fig tree. You will see greater things than that.” He added, “Very truly I tell you, you will witness heaven open unknown boundaries while seeing angels of God ascending and descending on the Son Of Man.”
Theano said, “Master, I am a reader of few books, but I feel magic in these words!
“Hoi polloi!” laughed Plutarch. Burn the pages of this book. A little of Aristides is enough to get us killed.” Our young friend has the talent of ten thousand hoplites; such is the power of a kalamoi. Go! And burn the book Theano. I must rest and talk to our captivating friend first thing tomorrow.“
Theano stood and scurried from the room, quickly replacing Aristides’ book with pages of her recipes. Grabbing a large clay bowl, she lit pages that turned into flames.
“What shall I do with this burning book, Master?”
“Leave it on my desk; I’ll deal with it in the morning when I speak with Aristides. Help me up, slave; It’s time for bed,” Plutarch retired and fell asleep quickly. Theano rushed to the public library, where she had passage as a trusted servant messenger to Plutarch, and from under a wool peplos, she exposed the magic book that she had wrapped into a sturdy scroll, kissed it with reverence and then buried it with obscure writings of no talent scribes looking to impress a helping hand.
Upon heading to see Plutarch the following day after a long walk, Aristides came upon a slave of known fame who was shopping in the street market. Aristides drew the attention of women and young maidens with his boyish looks, quick wit, and charm. Seeing radiant beauty and an inviting smile from Glykera, a sweet and pleasant girl of his age, Aristides was smitten with the viper of lustful love. The young couple’s hearts exploded with desire, the natural attraction mother nature gives to ensure reproduction. As two innocent lambs frolicked in bliss, where time and space disappear, Glykera’s master took notice as he discussed business with a money changer. Aristides, aroused to the point of no return, took Goddess Glyera to an abandoned building where they found solitude and a bed of straw. Glyera’s master, Leontius, a respected leader in war, noticed his object of love disappearing with a young Greek holding hands. He followed the pair with silent feet, calling bodyguards to protect his path. When the old general could wait no longer, Leontius and his guards burst in on coupled lovers in rapture as jealousy rose in his soul. With the fury and rage of a scorned woman, Leontius ordered naked lovers to their knees as bodyguards pushed them together, spiting on each with contempt. To the surprise of all who witnessed as the ring of a hardened razor-edged sword came forward to kill unfortunate lambs, Aristides and Glykera locked eyes and, with the courage of lovers, held hands and kissed with passion as Leontius sliced through necks with the ease of a knife cutting through butter. As their bodies fell forward, hitting dust mixed with straw, two heads hit the ground and rotated, ending together, touching ears, locked as one. Still, heads with eyes closed and smiles of blissful satisfaction upon their faces caused Leontius to roar with sorrow that echoed so loud that two hundred merchants and citizens stopped to see what happened. As the old lion collapsed to a knee supported by his trusted weapon of war, he continued to wail like a hysterical older woman who lost a beloved daughter. A compassionate slave approached and touched his shoulder gently, “Why do you cry for this woman, Master?” She died a traitor to your heart. Leontius, rising, pointed to Aristides with the tip of his sword; he died with her love! The thing I wanted most in this world! Look at her face; that’s all I ever wanted in this life!
Leontius walked away, returned to a mansion, sold his possessions, and then left his past where he and his bodyguards became sages, feeding the poor, caring for the sick, and gaining love from wanting women he saw on the dead faces of young lovers he butchered like a savage naked ape. This fable originates from the phrase “Sweet Sixteen,” which has passed through the ages, coming to mean pure love of innocent hearts who care and share to create life, intended as a sacred gift from God, The Cosmos.
The true fable of Aristides shows that politicians disguised as Roman clerics used the Book of John at the time to manipulate propaganda for the creation of a theocracy used to enslave humans using god as a book on illiterate populations. The Holy Roman Catholic Church, the first government to use an edited Book of John as a power source, ended when 50,000 known priests faced convictions for crimes against innocent children put under their supervision, an absolute abomination in the spirit of any God. For this reason – IT – gives the Cosmic Temple Of Light a new path for spiritual enlightenment to followers of – Its – prophet, whose holy spirit was murdered preaching Cosmic Love to the masses.
Anyone continuing to worship in unclean churches with the mark of their mitochondrial Eve DNA beast and refuses to eliminate savage instincts from their naked ape evolution by entering the Cosmic Temple Of light to learn the teaching on Cosmic Love shall be cast into darkness, never knowing what could have been. You are enablers and haters of the most precious gift that God The Cosmos creates: innocent children and newborns of any kind! Join my Cosmic Temple Of Light or face the pain and suffering of one million demons for eternity. Until then, you are marked with the beast of savage naked apes in your DNA who never learned how to care, share, and improve everything. You will find the lessons of Cosmic Love and my first prophet in the words of Bhagwan Cosmic Light, my messenger, given for your redemption to save humanity from the coming extinction—only the unification of man as Cosmic Lovers will save my daughter Goddess Gaia. If she dies, eight billion naked apes will be gassed and incinerated. Those practicing cosmic love will transcend as they burn or suffocate in peace and without pain to the mind of God, the Cosmos, for eternity, to explore the heavens and live the wildest of dreams. Sensations that can only be experienced while meditating and generating Cosmic Love.
