The great confrontation

There is a certain moment in life that we cannot escape, the day of the great confrontation. This is the day of the final confrontation! The internal apocalypse, within each of us. Thus, I see that the end of the world is the moment when we must put an end to the fear within ourselves. Something in us that no longer serves us… something that must be fought and confronted… something that must die. This day of final confrontation comes for everyone. It is a day of choice in which the “small” seeks to be confronted and overcome by the “GREAT”. We spend most of our time postponing the “GREAT CONFRONTATION” because we are afraid of it. And so, we distance ourselves from our DIVINE essence… and to fill this void… we seek in people, places, food, drugs, things and objects, and even in natural, universal, and spiritual beauties, a certain essence that is nothing more than a virtual joy that will soon, automatically, be deleted. For upon falling into the immense black hole without borders or bottoms within us, it disappears like a small stone thrown into the lake, which for a moment of glimpse bounces on the waters of illusions. The moment of the “GREAT CONFRONTATION” is sad, hard, and painful, but it soon arrives in everyone’s life. And when we weakly and shamefully reject it, death comes to console us with its sickly tenderness, because the time is up!

We feel the arrival of the ‘GREAT CONFRONTATION’ in our lives when we are alone, sick, depressed, rejected, and failed. At the bottom of the pit… in the drifting boat of a lonely sea… on the tightrope crossing the abyss… in the cramped and cold room of solitary confinement. The end of the world has arrived! And it presses us to confront evil. This is the Armageddon that the Bible reveals in its last book.

We feel the moment we have to be sacrificed on a cross, as was done to the young Jew Yeshua. The moment when pain and doubts kidnap us, as it happened to the warrior archer Arjuna when he had to confront in a deadly battle against his parents, grandparents, children, cousins, uncles and aunts, teachers and friends as recounted in the Bhagavad Gita. The moment when Siddhartha Gautama was abandoned by the Gods of Law to fight his inner demons.

Brother and Sister! You who are reading this text now. Just as this moment came for all the enlightened ones… it will also come for you, as it comes now for me. I do not speak to you here as the enlightened ones who have won their battles and now live in the divine realms. I speak as a man who is facing the battle and is very afraid. For Yeshua had his GREAT FATHER-MOTHER. Arjuna had Krishna. Gautama had the DHARMA (Great Law) on his side. And I only have myself, an “unknown” faith, the victorious examples of these enlightened ones, and nothing else. You see, just like many of you, I do not have the right tools. And if I have them, no one has taught me how to use them, for the world in which we were born has left us only fear, doubt, and mere illusions as inheritance. However, I know one thing, at the moment of the ‘GREAT CONFRONTATION’, the GREAT FATHER-MOTHER abandoned Yeshua on his cross, and his chest was forcibly opened in search; Krishna, after taking Arjuna on his horse to the battlefield, returned to his post, leaving his friend alone in the fight, and Arjuna did nothing but forget his fears; The Guardians of the Law abandoned Gautama at the moment he needed them most, when on a cold night, he fought internally with MARA, the lord of all evil, meditating under a large tree, and he only fled from the internal traps of the dark forest. In the end, Brothers and Sisters, in the ‘GREAT CONFRONTATION’, enlightened or not, we are all alone! And only then will we be worthy of the ‘GREAT CONFRONTATION’, and only then will we discover what makes us feel, as the song says: I… HUNTER OF MYSELF.

Today, I don’t come with tales, chronicles, and fictional texts… today I speak about what happens to me! And as a gift, a gift from a writer, I also leave you a tale that is heading the last chapter of my first book: O FILHO DAQUELA QUE MAIS BRILHA: A incrível saga do Quilombo dos Palmares no Novo Mundo. When I wrote it… even I didn’t know what I was saying… as always, a mystical revelation. Today! In my catharsis, I understand very well. Let us be strong and courageous for the day of our Armageddon! Here’s the tale… I quote the song, because I’m going to discover what makes me feel, I… HUNTER OF MYSELF.

“What was destroyed by guilt and consumed by regret will be restored by glory. The strongest and weakest look eye to eye. The day of confrontation, which is the day of truth. The strongest desires to defeat the weakest. The weakest now desires to be defeated by the strongest. They observe each other face to face. The weakest begs to be defeated because its weaknesses suffocate its poor heart. The strongest says:

• How can I fight you if you’re not strong enough to face me?

The weakest says:

• I fall every time I get up.

The strongest says:

• If you can’t stand up, you can never fight me.

The weakest struggles to rise, but its weaknesses always knock it down. The weakest decided before fighting the strongest, to confront its weaknesses. The weakest traveled inside, to the dwelling place of weaknesses, and found a dirty, cold, and abandoned house. This house was full of old, filthy, and dirty things. The weakest, seeing these things, panicked! And said:

• I will do a great cleaning in this house and clean all this filth and rot.

After the great cleaning, the house emptied and nothing was left. And all the garbage was consumed by the fire. The weakest, seeing that the house was empty, became sad! For it felt lonely without its weaknesses to bring comfort and distraction. The weakest felt such a deep and painful emptiness that its poor heart seemed to sink into a deep abyss. Swords penetrated its heart, and it bled to death. Without realizing it, the weakest was standing in its loneliness. And, crying, said:

• My poor heart hurts, hurts, and hurts.

Then, the strongest said to the weakest:

• I see that you are standing!

And the weakest, upon stopping its lament, realized it was lifted. And said:

• I am indeed standing, but I still do not have the strength to confront you.

The strongest said:

• You have already confronted yourself, and you have already defeated yourself. So, as you say, you have to confront me. If now you are me, and I am you.

The weakest, now standing, saw that it was no longer the weakest. And, when it looked for the strongest, it found itself, filling the emptiness with the truth.”