Stalking Vol 2: The Bridge of Reason
"My point, which is a key consideration abo ut the concept of impeccable acts, is that we
choose everything that happens to us; there are no accidents. These choices include mass
agreements to experience even hellacious circumstances for our own development, over many
lifetimes. Have I lost you in your memories, yet?"
"No," I said petulantly, because she caught me drifting into my past.
Without commenting on my tone, she said, "In your experience, the Ethiopian famine was a
mass agreement to learn developmental lessons they had failed to grasp in less impressive forms,
at other times in their developmental history. Those people needed and chose an undeniable
lesson in order to move on at this great time of change, when the momentum of all events is
"You’re not saying that we shouldn’t have helped them?" I said, bewildered.
"Correct, I am not saying that. I am saying that those who died meant to die and those who
didn’t were meant to live, just as those who helped them made a choice, and those who didn’t
made a different choice. There is no judgment either way. There is only the energetic intent to
participate in any circumstance, which contributes to the momentum of similar events."
"Okay, but a month ago you said we shouldn’t go to war, as in the media shouldn’t cover
"As in no one should go," she corrected me. "I told you, peace simply ‘is’ if you leave it
alone. You can only further war by going to war in any capacity."
"But you included peacekeeping armies, as I recall," which I did because, for all of my
apparent failings I had a steel-trap memory. This is why I was rarely caught in a lie; before now.
"So that we are clear, are you asking me why we can provide relief in a famine, but not in a
"Sorry, yes. I hadn’t formulated the question."
"That’s a convenient habit you need to break."
"I… right, I understand."
"If a conflict is artificially ended," Bonnie tackled my question, "the reasons for it remain
intact, and you are postponing the inevitable because peace is not something that can be
imposed. It has to be sustained by the free will of the population, just as a country cannot go to
war without their agreement, be this silent or overt."
I nodded that I understood the principle: we all were in charge.
"The reasonable point of view is that Peacekeepers stop the suffering, but it is short-sighted.
Their temporary influence allows cultures and combatants time to sharpen their beliefs, and arm
their children with them, when a developmental lesson is to not follow in their father’s
footsteps." She shrugged sadly. "The nature of the Peacekeeper’s actions is to interfere with an
undeniable lesson—the end point manifestations of thoroughly crappy beliefs, which will kill the
combatant’s, their children, and their children’s children, until they finally understand what they
are doing. Logically, the impeccable choice would be to let them slaughter themselves as an
undeniably impressive lesson they have failed to learn in other ways. Then we can help the
survivors, who might know better the next time around."
"I get the principle. Still…"
"You are thinking about the innocents that still haunt you; that is your conformation to
reasoning imposing itself on the developmental overview." She touched my arm. "You needed
this experience to see the big picture when it was time, which is now." She removed her touch
and pursed her lips. "Part of what makes this your time is your awareness of the existence of
Spirit, therefore your own immortal status, and the ways mankind develops through cycles of