The Jedi and the Sith

Never be afraid of ... "being at your most honest level"

Being at your most honest level is being one with the JEDI. being one with the force. You will begin to understand me and my mindless meanderings if you look at things like this. There is the "Force" and there is the "Dark side" of the force and the Dark Side needs Warriors as well as the good side of the Force and the dark side will recruit in any way shape of form Warriors from the god side of the force. Revenge, Greed, Gluttony, Ego, are just a few of the hungers the Dark Side will feed to win over soldiers for the Dark side. The JEDI must resist the dark side although he is part of the dark side because the force moves in all things. Good and Dark sides are one together in a constant struggle. Toa certain extent one cannot exist without the other although there needs to be an equal balance for harmony to exist.

Following is a folk lore story that I have adapted from the story of the “White Wolf and the Black Wolf”

The Sith and The Jedi

~There was Old Samurai from the days of old, before the Jedi and before the Sith. In the day of steel and sword, the days of flesh and blood.
~While he was practicing Kata in a wooded lot next to his cabin, his little grandson, who was a young Jedi in training who often came in the evenings to sit at the Old Samurai's knee and ask the many questions that children ask.
~ This day in particular, the young Jedi came to his Old Samurai with a look of anger on his face. ~ Old Samurai said, "Come, sit, and tell me what has happened today."
~ The child sat and leaned his chin on his Old Samurai's knee. Looking up into the Old Samurai’s wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes, the child's anger turned to quiet tears.
~The Boy said, "I went to the town today, with my father, to go shopping for some necessities to hunt to get some food for our winter food cellar. I was happy to go, because father said that since I had helped him with the some of yard work, I could get something for me, something that I wanted.
~I was so excited to be in the store as I had not been there before. I looked at many things and finally found a nice knife! It was small, but a good size for me, so father got it for me."
~ Here the boy laid his head against the Old Samurai’s knee and became silent. The Old Samurai, softly placed his hand on the boy's raven hair and said, "And then what happened?"
~ Without lifting his head, the boy said, "I went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. ~Some punk city boys from the Sith school came by and saw me, they surrounded me and started saying bad things. They called me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife. The largest of these boys pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snatched it up and they all ran away laughing."
~ Here the boy's anger returned, "I hate them, I hate them all!"
~ The Old Samurai, with eyes that had seen too much, lifted his grandson's face so his eyes looked into the boy's. ~ The Old Samurai said, "let me tell you a story.
~ I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die.~I have struggled with these feelings many times.
~ It is as if there are two Warriors inside me, one is a JEDI and one is a SITH.
~The JEDI is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. But will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.
~But, the SITH, is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.
~Sometimes it is hard to live with these two Warriors inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
~ The boy, looked intently into the Old Samurai’s eyes, and asked, "Which one wins Grandfather?"

~ The Old Samurai, smiled and said, ~ "The one I feed."

May the Force Be With you,
GhostDog