Canto XV
Third Terrace; the
opposites of wrath
Scene III
“I told him to
stay here while we are there.” Mary was in a state of anxiety about reaching
home after the Passover feast. “We should have not left him to wander far too
long. He may be hungry or left to search for us.”
“It’s not a day
had passed, and he may not be far playing with his friends.” Joseph who is
Mary’s husband placed the items they brought back. “He is a boy and needed
companions.”
“He ---” Mary
swallowed her wrath there. She knew in her heart, that Jesus was not any child although
he was from her, the child was special. She knew he was protected but the
anxiety of the mother was the same for her child.
“I will look for
him. He can’t be far.” Joseph offered to look for the child, and it was painful
trekking that last three days before they saw the boy in the temple talking to
the elders. Mary went in and took the boy out.
“Why
have you done this to us?” Mary was in anger when she confronted the boy.
“Unhand
me, mother. How
is it that you sought me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father's
house?" The boy spoke to Mary then. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finding_in_the_Temple).
The vision then shifted in Dante’s view. He was in the court
of ancient Athens.
“My King, would you not grant my wish as your Queen?” The
lady glared at the one who was the King of Athens. The one addressed was King Pisistratus.
“I will attend to it.” The King replied.
“She is your bloodline. How could you tolerate someone from
outside to violate her?” The Queen was upset. “If you are lord of the city for whose
name was so great strife among the gods, and whence all knowledge sparkles,
avenge you of those daring arms which embraced our daughter, O Pisistratus!” (https://transitionalhousing.wordpress.com/2011/02/23/canto-15-a-juxtaposition-of-gentleness-and-wrath/).
King Pisistratus was known as a tyrant and known to be
merciless but on that occasion, he relented.
“How do I measure a reaction to an enemy if they kill someone
who loves them?” The King in a sudden proclamation made then. He appeared to
then look at Dante. “Are you heartless to do so then?”
Dante shook his head and when he looked up again, he saw not
the King but another. It was a figure he had read on but was unable to recall
where and when.
“Kill! Kill! He brought blasphemy to the House.” A male
figure seen dragged out by the feet to the outside of what appeared to be a
temple. The figure was beaten and bloodied as the result and yet he will not
retaliate or defend himself. He looked to above as if expecting to be defended.
“I believe in what I had said.” The beaten figure cried out
but the ones ignored his call.
“Dante!’ Dante heard the call from Virgil. His sight was then
replaced by the harsh environment they on. He almost tripped on his feet but
found his balance. He looked towards Virgil was ahead.
“Where am I?” Dante asked.
“We have been walking as we did before and will be after.”
Virgil was into his moods then. “At some stage, I overtook you but had looked
back at you. I thought you may be having a sun stroke and were quiet.”
“Where am I?” Dante asked again. “Where is the Angel?”
Dante reached with his left hand and counted the ‘P’ there.
It was as before.
“Are we still on the terrace? Wrathful it was.” Dante was
confused. Virgil had it then. He stepped
back and took hold of the Poet’s shoulder. It would have been a firm hold if
both were firm in the physical form.
“Are you mad?” Virgil looked hard at Dante.
“I had those visions again. The ones I used to ---” Dante
tried to explain his moodiness.
“Tell me of it.” Virgil got his focus on the Poet. “I am here
to listen.”
Dante hesitated then but he needed to talk. He looked away
from Virgil as if he was to confess his sins.
“Dreamed of --- No, it was some visions I had. I saw uneventful
scenes. I mean I saw anger --- that it was what wrath was to be but the ones in
my vision subdue their anger. Maybe being wrathful may be one of our sins that
needed to be purged but it may not be the works of God for he is -- If anyone does not abide
in me, he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are
gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. John 15.6.” (https://www.openbible.info/topics/wrath_of_god)
“And did God throw you into the fire? In your visions?”
Virgil asked.
“No, I was not but there were scenes of wrath ----where it
was to be but it did not occur like that. The wraths did not appear, but the
opposite was what I saw. They showed me compassion. They acted as how the
living should have done it. As God would have wanted it.”
“Or was it God’s way of showing that we can be redeemed?”
Virgil displayed the unique part of his programming that he could work with his
thoughts.
“Or maybe, I was shown that why we are here. Sins are ours to
have but we could handle it if we only try. That was what my visions told me.
Those in there showed me that they could handle it differently. We have emotions
in us, dictated by it most times, but if we take a step back, we may be able to
---handle it.”
“You could have said we can be redeemed after all. You could
have nodded to my understanding.” Virgil looked at Dante with agitation in his
tone.
“You are displaying wrath towards me now. I was telling you
how God wants us to see that our sin can be purged if we only accept it as our
sins that we can let go. It will make us better. If we are to move on, we need
to accept it here even though we are in a program. Just don’t act your wrath
onto me.”
“Nope. I am not acting my wrath on you. I am just --- Poet,
the reason you may survive this task is not that you are the learned one here.
It’s because you are who are here. The missing link here is that you were able
to change as part of being the living realm. I may not be and that made me
---upset.”
Dante was silent then. He was to speak when they found
darkness was over them. It moved from their feet upwards to their head. Soon,
it was over their head.
“Virgil, what is happening?” Dante was panicking.
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