A spiritual brother spoke sincerely some days ago, mentioning a concern that Jedihood has been clinging too much on Star Wars. After reading some scripture, he asked to refocus more on the scriptural message as was originally spoken. This touched me greatly.
The conversation helped me see that some are earnestly asking questions, waiting to see what is beyond the metaphorical veil. In the scriptures, it is commonly referenced as parable, or a story in which the cultural language is presented to provide a spiritual truth. In essence, it is a speaking of a common tongue. Sadly, as people are not reading the scriptures (while seeking outwardly advice), such an act seems quite foreign. Many have a hard time discerning what is actually happening.
While there is still a great hesitancy with this message, there are a few sincerely asking for interpretations. These interpretations, though, can only be given to those who are ready to receive it. Perhaps we are nearing this time.
The following is such a story and interpretation:
In the beginning portions of book of Isaiah, it speaks about a vineyard which has brought forth wild grapes. Isaiah speaks to a people who are agriculturally minded, given that grapes were harvested commonly in Israel by the time of the Fall Harvest. Although this vineyard was well cared for, built with a tower and winepress, it had not provided its harvest in due season. “What more could have been done to my vineyard,” asks the Father, “that I have not done in it?”
The Father places his judgment upon the vineyard. He vows to take away its hedge and break down its walls. It is to lay waste, bringing forth briers and thorns, not to pruned or dug. He commands the clouds to give no rain.
It is after the parable is given that its spiritual significance is revealed. The Father had created a place for his people… yet when he looked for justice, he beheld oppression. “Therefore my people are gone into captivity because they have no knowledge. Their honorable men are famished, their multitude dried up in thirst.”
Today, the same is given:
Years ago, a vineyard was planted. In its beginning, it was well cared for, pruned and watered. It was given a tower to guard its doors. A winepress was provided to execute justice. Yet, as its maintainers left, it was given to the hands of foolish gardeners. Within its walls are wild grapes. Although appearing as pure, these grapes have been tasted prior to their harvest, and are found bitter. They have no solid, upright trunk.
“Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!”
Is it time for the few of us remaining to be gardeners again, “uprooting the poisonous growth” as my brother put it? If so, it must begin within the wildness of the soul.