In the Valley of Hope, Truth was an elderly woman who traveled on her Horse of Justice; telling the villagers what they often heard from the outside world was wrong, inaccurate, immoral and even dangerous. Whether it was lies about medical issues or dubious declarations made the Valley’s appointed leaders, Mother Truth always settled the villagers’ fears. They had trusted her for as long as they knew and had no doubted she held their best interests close to her heart and soul.
Then, a new group of people ascended to the village leadership. They were loud and angry and disdainful of their
predecessors. They mocked the people who
had come before them with vulgar language and degenerative names. At first the villagers merely viewed them as
pure buffoons; clowns who loved the attention.
But, after a while, some of the valley residents began to listen to this
new crop of leaders. Then they started
believing them. And they began repeating
the claims espoused by these new self-styled leaders. More and more of the residents started to
believe these people. After all, the
latter group was wealthy and educated – they must know of what they speak. They could not be lying. The words these individuals used, the images
they painted of a world out of control – all of it frightened the valley
One afternoon Mother Truth tore through the Valley atop
Justice and frantically told the villagers that the crescendo of lecherous
voices from of these new leaders spewed out falsities. “They do not understand what they say!” she
cried. “They are merely greedy and
arrogant! They want nothing more than to
secure their own futures and their own wealth!”
“What shall we do?” asked the people.
“Stop believing every single thing they say!” Mother Truth
replied. “Think and research for
Stunned, the crowd suddenly and unexpectedly metamorphosed
into an angry mob. They attacked the old
sage unmercifully and hurtled her into a catacomb, before sending Justice into
the fields to reap the crops.
Eventually, some of the villagers realized they had made a
mistake. “Mother Truth has never lied to
us,” they moaned. “Her very name reveals
the nature of her soul. We must free
With the help of these renegades, Mother Truth escaped the catacombs
and rescued her horse from an orchard.
Defiant, she rode back into the village, her head held high
and her silver hair fluttering in the wind.
Troubled by their own behavior, the valley residents came to
accept a painful reality – Truth may hurt, but hope always wins out, and
justice plows forward.