God's Parable-A Bullet on Trial-Carlo Ferdinando

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''February 2, 2012 God's Living Bible - The Third Testament - God's New Revelations, God's New Parables Of The Third Testament AND God's Lessons For Living / Human Protection / Gun Control

God's Parables Through Carlo Ferdinando With The Holy Spirit

A Bullet on Trial

(Edited by Anne Terri)

Once upon a time, a crime was committed, where a man was shot in the back, leaving him to die in a field. He had only been doing his work; tilling the land to grow crops for feeding himself and his family.

The person who pulled the trigger, was found in no time. He held in his hand, the so called 'smoking gun'. There was no doubt he did it. He killed, but didn’t run.

'I’m innocent.' He said.

He also said, he was a soldier who had been cleaning his weapon. The soldier happened to be the son of a very important person. Actually, he was part of a the Royal family with possibilities one day, to become King of his country.

As you probably imagine, no one wanted him to be on trial for a crime, especially if the victim was not of any importance.

(In those days, poor people were not considered important)

Intelligent lawyers went to look within massively, thick law books, and studied day and night to find a solution to get the important young man acquitted. Like magicians they could turn evil into good and black into white. Amazing people, lawyers.

Dressed as priests, lawyers and judges would turn the lives of people inside out and let them been roasted, fried or set free, based upon the importance of the people put on the seat of judgment.

The judge who was a in charge, organized the trial, because if there was a victim, there must be a trial, and therefore the guilty must be found. No trial without a condem'nation, was his motto.

In a modern society based on justice, trials must have a guilty one, and someone must be punished. They say, this is justice, and next to Religion, this is the backbone of every civilized society. Justice; she is blind. (you think)

The head judge asked the opinion of other judges at the highest level of the courts, and they all agreed on not laying charges upon the young, royal soldier. They thought; even if he was the one who triggered the act of shooting, he was not responsible for the consequences of his act. He just touched the trigger, and that is not a crime at all. Their reasoning was, if anyone touching or pulling a trigger of any sort, would be charged, not many men would be there walking around. Thus, they released the soldier.

The man who dropped the bomb; the police guard who flipped the switch on the electric chair; the king who declared war. They are all innocent, according to these judges.

A line was being established between the soldier and the victim. Like a train which leaves from one station and arrives at another.

The Bullet

The bullet was the object who drew this line, and therefore the bullet must be charged with murder. The bullet became as the pencils which draw lines from point to point. Connect the dots. No doubt, he was the guilty one. The lead bullet was guilty.
Deaf, dark and evil; he is evil one.

'What about the gun?' Asked a young lawyer.

The judge looked at him in reproach, his eyes saying what he thought. 'Why do you have to speak, when you should stay silent.'

The judge could have replied. (but did not) 'You could have a point there, thank you very much for your intelligent question.'

(They always speak in this way, when they do not agree )

The gun, theoretically, could be invoked in the trial, but is was considered as only a tool, unable to anything on his own.
If someone pulls the trigger, the gun must obey and do what he has been built for, and at the end, his final movement would send the bullet down the barrel.

The gun's job? Shoot away the evil soul which is inside you.

Of course he didn't tell the young lawyer, that behind the gun, there were extremely powerful lobbies in defense of weapon’s makers; one of the most powerful lobbies in the world.

The trial began with huge media coverage. Almost everyone was indicating the bullet was the absolute villain. After all, he was found in the flesh of the victim. He, the bullet, broke the heart of the victim. He and no one else.

The soldier would wash his hands like Pilate had so long ago, and say, 'There is no blame on my hands of the blood of this innocent man.'

The bullet did it. It was He who went from the gun to penetrate the heart of the victim. He could have chosen another target; a stone, a tree, a rock, anything. No, he went straight to the heart of theis man, as if he were guided by the evil one. He is GUILTY!

Even his own lawyer declared his guilty.

The bullet thought in his own defense; I was born to kill.

He wanted to tell this to the judge, that he was born a bullet, and had no choice, but the Judge did not allow him to speak.


While the trial continued, all the sentences filled with incomprehensible words were written down by scriveners.
This was when when the bullet saw a shining object sitting upon the table next to him. It was a golden pen, which belonged to one of the lawyers. Important lawyers liked to show off, by displaying these fancy, golden pens; these which cost a small fortune to common mortals. The pen was also attracted by the humble bullet. Who knows why this golden metal was attracted by the ugly piece of lead. Nature is mysterious, and no one knows all the secrets.

There was a bond of sympathy between the two metallic objects. The one which was a symbol of success and happiness, the other a symbol of failure and sadness.


There was no story printed about the trial. The bullet was found guilty, and sentenced to death.

The judge said, he would be melted down, along with a mass of junk, also made of led, on the first day of spring , the 21st of March. Until the sentence would be carried out, the bullet was to be placed in a solitary container, to wait the day of his execution.

Epilogue:

When the trial was over, the small piece of lead, who had once been a bullet born to take the lives of people, found a way to fall down onto the next table. He quickly rolled toward the golden pen.
They had just the time to touch, in what seemed as a quick kiss.

At the same time, some of the golden shine transferred to the small bullet, and some of the shading of gray touched the golden pen.

The bullet, had something in his heart now, and while he was awaiting his destiny, he felt comfort remembering the light touch of the golden pen.

The lawyer who owned the pen, tried for many years to bring back the golden glow, but was never able to restore the original shine of its precious metal.

Many years later, laws were passed to protect the humble.
These are those who were discriminated against, often incriminated and incarcerated without reason. Some say that the golden pen who lost its shine, has been used to write these laws to defend the rights of the indefensible's

The pen, has long been out of ink, and now she is alone; forgotten in a box. If someone would open the box, they would see the pen shining again as before. A Golden shining...

AMEN''