“And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.” Rumi
Once upon a time, a humble farmer and his ambitious wife were on their way to a Farmers Market in a neighboring town. As they prepared to leave, the farmer’s wife asked her husband to pack the bottle of gin that they kept in a safe under the bed in the barn. “Why?” The farmer asked his wife. “Because!?” She answered, and yelled at him to get the gin. Being a humble man, he chose to honor his wife and went back in the barn and retrieved the gin.
A few hours into their journey, the wife asked to take a lunch and rest stop. Her husband agreed. They parked their truck by a lovely stream and ventured out to sit on the grass and enjoy some cheese and tomato sandwiches. Before the farmer could take two bites of his sandwich, his wife reached for the gin and offered him a sip. Several weeks before, she had planned to put him to sleep … permanently. She went to the local hardware store, bought a potent rat poison mix, and added the rat poison to the gin. Why? You might ask. She was having a tryst with a farm hand. She was tired of farming and fancied a life for herself in the big city.
The farmer took one sip and fell into a drunken sleepy stupor. His wife grabbed him under the armpits and dragged him to the water’s edge. In one fell swoop, she pushed him into the stream where he tried, feebly, to save himself but couldn’t. Satisfied that he was about to meet his maker she turned around and headed back to lunch.
“It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.’ T. S. Eliot
As she sat down to finish her lunch, she noticed someone watching her. Immediately, she panicked, thinking she might have been caught. So, she jumped up and started keening and screaming: “Please help me save my hubby. He fell in the stream and I don’t know what to do!” The stranger approached her with a sly smile on his face. “Are you sure you want him back? I can give you far better to enrich your life.” He said softly. Her eyes lit up… “Well, how about my drowning husband?”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me…” said the stranger. “How about a new farm?” he offered. He waved a gloved hand and a fabulous farm appeared. She looked at it and shook her head. “No, we have a nice farm”
“Okay, how about a box of gold treasures?” He asked, his eyes sparkling brightly, as a box of gold treasures appeared.
She was tempted but then said “NO! That’s not my object of desire…”
“Well what do you desire, dear lady…? This time, he spoke with a slight edge to his tone of voice. She paused and smiled.
A thought crossed her mind. “Well, I don’t know if I should ask…” she said.
“Tell me anyway, I’ll decide if I can make it appear or not” He smiled devilishly, as a wicked thought crossed his mind… After all, he was the Evil One.