Part 1
Small, wet, glistening in the dying light as it falls. More fall after the first, down a smooth soft surface. A drop, wet and salty when tasted. A drop that says so much. A drop that holds emotions. Emotions being released. Drops of joy, drops of sadness, drops of pain, drops of happiness. Teardrops.
Who mourns for the fallen, those who have done evil? Who mourns for those lost in the darkness?
War. A terrible evil. War steals away souls. War destroys, steals, tortures, causes pain and suffering. War changes people, it wears people down, strips them until their souls are bare.
Who mourns for the fallen, those who have done evil? Who mourns for those lost in the darkness? Who mourns for innocence lost?
Is there no escape from violence? From pain and suffering? In a perfect world, in a perfect galaxy, yes. Alas, we are far from perfect. Darkness is in each one of us. The potential to hurt and destroy. Darkness is a cruel mistress. Things of the darkness are immorality, impurity, sensuality, idolatry, sorcery, hate, strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, disputes, dissensions, factions, envying, drunkenness, and carousing.
Yet, along with the darkness is light, the potential for good. The light consists of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Violence is not only seen and experienced in war, but also in what we watch. Our thoughts and dreams are also impure.
Who mourns for the fallen, those who have done evil? Who mourns for those lost in the darkness? Who mourns for innocence lost?
Violence is hot, burning, scorching. Violence strips away at a person, leaving them naked, burned, and alone. Darkness is choking, a huge empty void.
Evil can't be truly vanquished, not by imperfect creatures. In young and old, the potential for darkness is there.
Oh my soul, my soul. Who or what can bring me out of the darkness that has consumed my soul? A deal struck with the devil, only to be bound in chains of misery. Consumed by darkness. Doomed to eternal suffering. Innocence lost so early.
The cries echo through the night. Cries of the dying, cries of the suffering, cries for the loss of freedom. Terror in the night. An unavoidable nightmare has the galaxy in its chilly grip.
Who mourns for the fallen, those who have done evil? Who mourns for those lost in the darkness? Who mourns for innocence lost?
Trapped. Doomed. Lost in the darkness. The cries of the young and old still echo through the night. Haunting cries. Cries of the dead. Cries of the living.
Is there no escape from darkness? Is there no one to rescue us? To save us from the darkness? Is there no hope? Who can forgive what has been done?
I mourn for the fallen. I mourn for those lost in darkness. I mourn for innocence lost. I hear the cries. I see the darkness, the evil in the galaxy. I see all. I know all. Who created the galaxy? Who formed you in your mother's womb? Who knew you before you were born? Do you not know me? Do you only know the Force?
"What is bigger than the Force? What is beyond the Force? I do not know you."
Thousands of years ago, the teachings of the Jedi became distorted. The Jedi fell away from the true path. The law that was given to them was changed again and again until it became the Jedi code that you know. Many parts of the past of the Jedi had been forgotten.
"Why now do you speak? After so much destruction, suffering, and tears. Why now do you speak? When the galaxy has fallen into darkness, has fallen into the grip of evil."
I have not been silent. My voice has been heard. Few have accepted the truth. Qui-Gon Jinn heard me and listened and walked the true path. Obi-Wan Kenobi hears me, but has yet to return to the true path that he once was on. Your mother, Shmi, heard me and walked the true path.
"I do not understand. You're not the Force?"
The Force is a gift of power to be used to do justice. Power to move things, power of quickness and flexibility. Power to see far away things. However, the gift has limits, for one cannot see the far future, no matter how real it might look. I am the comforting presence. I am the voice that whispers in your ear. I am the one who gives you the gift.
"If what you say is true, then how come the inhibitors that suppress the Force do so? What about the creatures that can block the Force?"
Fear. Belief in false stories. The Force is not taken away, but one mentally draws away from it. How do you explain stories about Jedi who have been able to use the Force with an inhibitor still around their necks?
"If you are the voice that whispers then are we listening to you?"
The Force gives one the ability to hear nonliving things. Almost like listening to a person's mental thoughts, one is listening to the plants, air, water, planets, and many other things. The Jedi hear and follow these voices instead of my own.
"If the Force is a gift as you say, then why do the Sith still have it when they don't do justice?"
Everyone has the gift, but only few know or use it. The amount of midicholrians determines how much of the gift can be used. Without the midichlorians, your bodies would not be able to handle the gift. Everyone has free will, I allow everyone to make their own choices. If I were to stop everything that I didn't like or is offensive to me, I would be taking away the free will I have allowed everyone to have.
Anakin's frown deepened as he stood in the middle of the bridge that was over a lava flow. Was he heading toward insanity? Or was this voice in his head for real?
"Why can I hear you now? Why are you even talking to me?"
I heard your cries and you didn't shut out my voice. I can help you, Anakin, if you will let me.
"Help me?" Anakin laughed bitterly. "I sold my soul to the darkside and now many have died because of it."
You have not gone beyond redemption, Anakin. True, you have the blood of innocents on your hands, but I can wash away your sins. All you have to do is repent of your sins and accept me into your heart. Come back to the light.
Anakin shook his head. "I can't. I did all this to save Padme. The darkside can save her."
How can you save her by using your anger, your hate? The gift you have is still the same, but how you use it makes it light or dark.
Anakin carefully considered this and realized that it made sense. "But then how do I save her. I don't want to lose her, I can't lose her.
All things die, Anakin. Be careful in how you interpret your visions, the future is always in motion. Your actions can very well lead to what you fear.
Out of the corner of his eye, Anakin saw Padme's ship coming in for a landing at the landing pad. Anakin turned and headed for the landing pad.
Listen to your wife, Anakin. She wants to help you just like you want to help her by saving her. Listen to her.
Anakin ignored the voice and a few minutes later he reached the landing pad.