Another flower sighed and wailed before finally dying from a lack of sunlight from the blocking weeds.

"Where is justice? Where is hope? Where is life? Why does the Gardener not value me? Soon, there will be nothing but weeds left and then they will choke each other out and it will be as if the garden never existed. What's the point of this? Why must sun be given equally to flowers and weeds?"

A weed monster laughed. "How stupid it is to be a flower! Survival of the fittest, baby!"

His fellow weeds guffawed in agreement. Ever since the weeds first started invading the garden their numbers had grown. At first the weeds spoke glowingly of the flowers and how much they admired the flowers' beauty. But as time passed, the hideous nature of the self-loathing weeds started to surface and as their numbers increased they grew more bold in their hate. One thing, though, would not - and could not - ever change: an all-consuming need and desire to be accepted by the flowers.

What made the weeds so bitter in their rooting was their choice not to be a flower, fearing they could never muster the beauty required. Until one actually flowers, how can one ever know one's true worth? So they chose the path of the weed, forever doomed to rationalizing that fearful mistake, embarrassed to live as prisoners of doubt, losers in life.

Knowing this about themselves made them hate the flowers even as they envied their elegance and grace. But weeds have one ability flowers do not: the ability to choke out surrounding life (though done at the expense of their own which they do not value). Helpful flowers warned the weeds to change explaining the Gardener will return one day and pull them out.

"Ha, that's just so much philosophy! There is no Gardener! That's just a fiction you made up to make yourselves feel better. There is no truth! Why should we ever listen?"

The flowers, of course, knew that was a fiction made up by the weeds to make themselves feel better. "It's just a matter of knowing the science." But as the weeds forsook their shame, they began to mock the flowers and speak of the "beauty" of weeds, and that to speak well of weeds was the new enlightenment. That sowed doubt in some flowers who then beseeched "tolerance" of the choking weeds. These fooled flowers hoped against hope the weed's destructive nature would change however impossible that might be. They could see no other possible way to a future.


Seeing nothing to stop them, weed power continued to ascend as their numbers grew while flowers dwindled. "Mob rule cannot be denied!" Weeds believed declaring flowers to be evil would enable a weedy future. Flowers were declared enemies of the state since preserving life meant the end of weed rule. A new abnormal arose as the weeds killed in toxic glee, all the while claiming they were the victims having been (self-)denied beauty in their life. It was a time of darkness never seen before. Hell had come for breakfast.

Heady with their rule - however short-lived - the weeds claimed the Gardener loved them more than the flowers. They declared themselves as plants of "true faith" and heaped praise upon the Gardener "who has placed us in our rightfully ascendant position." But no amount of words could relieve the weeds from needing the flowers' acceptance. They cursed the flowers as "morally bankrupt" and "corrupt" for not following holy weedy ways. Frustrated and terrified, the weeds decided the only way to find peace would be to eliminate the flowers altogether - and no force in the universe could stop them.

Then the sun disappeared in a shadow. This initially made the weeds rejoice thinking their dark deeds could remain hidden. For no matter how self-sanctioned they made their killings, the weeds could not escape the self-knowledge of their insanity. Even when they "won" they lost, satisfaction perpetually escaped them. But the shadow was not the savior they hoped. It was the shadow of the returning Gardener.

The weeds wailed as they felt their roots being pulled up from the ground. "Please don't kill us! We want to live!"

"Why would I want a garden of weeds? What farmer throws away the wheat and keeps the chaff? I gave the garden time to grow and you made your choice. The sun was denied to no one and the sun is all you need to be a flower. But now time is up and garden life must be preserved. What the fuck did you think was going to happen??"

Uprooted for eternity, the weeds could never return. Now fully mature, the flowers spread over the remaining ground making it impossible for weed life. They lived in unity and in communion with the Gardener as the point of their previous faith was fully realized. Truth never wins until the end but then it wins forever.



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Comment by cheshyre on January 7, 2018 at 7:45am

People say time is moving faster. That's true or not true according to Einstein's theory of relativity. What is happening is our level of consciousness is coming to head which makes time seem to move faster. So you can take your pick but they both end up in the same place. Jesus came to divide, not being peace. That was done by raising our consciousness knowing that at some point in the future there'd be a day of reckoning where we can no longer deny reality. Of course, that's a brutal goddam way to be saved.

Comment by Phyllis on January 7, 2018 at 7:55am

Thank you for the metaphorical glimmer of hope, it's easy to get discouraged when surrounded by weeds.

Comment by koshersalaami on January 7, 2018 at 8:11am

I know what I think this is about. Just to confirm, am I a pre-flower in this parable?

Comment by Ron Powell on January 7, 2018 at 8:49am

Nevertheless there are some gorgeous weeds:





Comment by Ron Powell on January 7, 2018 at 9:03am


...And then there's wheat the weed that fostered , fed and nourished the development of civilization...

Comment by Ron Powell on January 7, 2018 at 9:23am

If you were starving which would you rather be given to eat:

Flowers?


Or Weeds?
Comment by koshersalaami on January 7, 2018 at 9:23am

Jesus did not come to divide, he came to reform Judaism. He basically came to make Hillel’s assessment real:

That which is hateful to you do not do to another, that is the whole Torah, the rest is commentary. Now go study.

He came to say that the commentary should not eclipse the reason for the commentary, and that if we ignore the reason for the commentary, the commentary is pointless. 

Which, peculiarly enough, is pretty much what Reform Judaism has become, even though we have nothing to do with Jesus per se. We are, from what I can see, pretty close to what he had in mind. He just got there about nineteen centuries sooner. 

Comment by Anna Herrington on January 7, 2018 at 9:54am

Silly gardener, weeds are the ones full of health-and-life-saving medicines for your people.... 

Walking away mumbling: Geez, why can't plants just get along?

Comment by cheshyre on January 7, 2018 at 12:54pm

Thanks, Phyllis, for understanding what a metaphor is. I wrote this to keep myself from being discouraged by the daily bombardment on TV.

As for Jesus:

"Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I tell you, but division. From now on, five in one household will be divided, three against two and two against three.  They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.”
Luke 12:51-53

Comment by Anna Herrington on January 7, 2018 at 1:41pm

cheshyre, when my mother married for the third time (she was widowed twice) at age 80 (to a retired minister, even), the wedding kind of put in the middle of a regular Sunday service, the verse you quote above was the verse the minister spoke during the ceremony. He later tried to say it was not chosen by him but by the ecclesiastical calendar, but omg, did my irreverent family laugh at having that verse of all verses be the one spoken during a *wedding* ceremony.

That one was also a favorite chosen in youth groups I remember, so we teens wouldn't be necessarily led down a bad path by an older sibling or alcoholic parents....

A bit controversial verse, much discussed, in the churches I attended growing up.

(I understood your post as metaphor, of course, as did everyone I imagine, but for me, just didn't know what to say as far as addressing it directly. My gardener and herbalist side replied  : ))

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