Have you heard the Cry of Truth Molested?

The Cry of Truth Molested is heard on very rare occasion and only in silent stillness when threatened by the hidden intentions of a Dragon.

I first heard the Cry of Truth Molested accidentally through the mouth of my son. It shook everything I was to complete nothingness. It will sound like trifle to you. But this Cry was not yours to hear. It was mine alone and it killed me dead.

I was to drop him off at his mothers home, of which I did. She is often not home and does not enjoy me coming to her front door. Dropping him off at the curb, I said "give me a call when you get inside and let me know your mother is there with you".

He agreed, "OK", "Love you bye"

Versions of this scenario had gone on for nearly a decade as he was nine years old at the time. His mother and I were never married and had never settled custody in court. Her animosity towards me had grown to a level of utter disgust.

At 10pm on a Sunday night, I sent him inside the dark house. I had no idea if his mother was home. I waited patiently for my call. Good Dad... right? The Dragon was soon to question me.

Now the only thing that remained was to sit back and wait for my beloved son to show his loving father a small amount of respect. Ah yes? Validation - I couldn't wait for it to arrive. Yep, life is good. Here comes my validation. Just wait? wait? wait?

"They must be getting settled", I chuckled to myself.

Wait?

Boy oh boy, this is going to be some kind of Validation! Better get ready for it. Adjust the seat, tilt the steering wheel, look at the phone? "My ringer must be off. Nope, on" Deep inhale - long pushing exhale. Wait?

"HEY MAN! WASSUP!" Out of nowhere he appeared. It was Fear. I asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Fear said to me, "Whadaya mean dude? I'm always with ya! I'm your b-e-s-t friend. Whatchya up to?"

Looking at my phone, begging it to ring, I said, "Just waiting on my validation". I never could look Fear directly in the eye. Still with my phone, I began to tap it, train it, teach it to ring. Please ring!

"It's not going to ring", Fear calmly snickered.

Wait?

"I'm sorry your validation hasn't come". It was Sorrow. Her voice was always so sad and sweet. She understands me. She knows I am the victim. "Is there anything I can do?", she pleaded. I just wanted her to stay there with me. I like when she's around.

Wait?

"Just CALL THE ***** you ******* dumb-ass! Get it over with!" Anger was on the scene and did not look happy. "You're never going to get your validation because your son doesn't respect you. Your son doesn't respect you because SHE doesn't respect you? Dumb-ASS!"

I picked up the phone and with Anger by my side, I called to get what I deserved. I wanted my validation.

"Hello", it was her. I knew it would be. I'd hoped it wouldn't. I was hoping for the boy. There may have been one last chance at getting my validation. Just a faint whiff was all I desired. A little trinket to get me through until next time. Just enough to keep the brute alive.

"ARE YOU GOING TO CALL ME?" The angry beast bellows as if to howl for a missing spirit. I had already heard her voice in the previous "Hello". My sons security had been established. Good Dad?? Bad Dad arrived upon pursuing the real prize. I was seeking validation, not the security of my son. With anger by my side I would get my validation no matter what.

"ARE YOU GOING TO CALL ME?" I proceeded to trample.

"Uh, no? For what?" Her compass bore no bearing for my angry expedition. In fact, I had just sent the compass into a spin searching desperately for direction.

"I want to make sure Max is safe". It was my sorted tone that paved the derelict path to come. For after we bantered back and forth, the compass finally landed upon the Cry of Truth Molested.

"I told him to call me when he got inside".

"Max! Your father said you were supposed to call him!"

The entire universe had come to a screeching halt. The earth stopped spinning. The compass had landed upon our son and silent stillness would hear the Cry of Truth Molested.

I heard him say something vague in the background. I did not hear the words. I heard the sadness. His sorrow came through the line more clear than any signal I had ever received in my life. Perhaps the phone distorted his voice. Perhaps the distance from his mother prevented his words from being heard. Regardless, the pure essence of his heart was transmitted with perfect clarity.

His mother translated into English "He said he's sorry. He knows he was supposed to call you."

The words he spoke were just a boy saying he was sorry. But I did not hear the words. I came in direct contact with the Cry of Truth Molested. That sound I heard, it was an ancient beleaguered moan. It crushed me with primal sincerity.

Our son was apologizing to his parents for not being able to handle the responsibility of his own security. I cannot breath. All this time I thought the Dragon was attacking me. But that was just a clever diversion. The Dragon didn't want me, he already had me. The Dragon wanted my Truth. The Dragon was after my son. I had fallen to my lowest point. The lies and accusations between his mother and I were no longer satisfying to the Dragon. He'd had his fill of us and now he would feast upon our boy.

Our eyes will not see,
He chortles delight.
His tongue finds an ear,
And lavishes spite.
Have not we been warned
To keep him at bay?
He kisses our cheek,
And sends us astray.

No, the Dragon does not go with us. He does not want what he already has. The deception has already taken place. He sends us off with false peace, false humility, false, false, false. We joyfully gallop away with our martyrdom intact.

We slander we slant
We taunt and we tease
We wail and we rant
We feed our disease
We plunder and plot
We murder and rape
We reek and we rot
We make our escape

While her and I are drowning in the mire of madness, the Dragon turns around. He has done his deed and now he will feed. He wants our birthright. He wants to destroy the purest thing we have been given. He wants what was promised to us for himself. He wants the only remaining innocence. He wants our son.

Clever Devil?

I have seen that Dragon. I saw its face and IT WAS ME! It threatened my child and so I killed it DEAD.

Our fight was halted while every soul in the universe waited for innocence to answer for our truancy. Upon that silence, the Cry of Truth Molested was heard.

Silence is not silent. It has much to say if we would only listen. It bears the Cry of Truth Molested. Human words cannot carry its plea, for human words molest it. It will sound as jibberish to common men. They are incapable of hearing it. The Cry of Truth Molested says but one thing.

"I am"

It is a plea for us to hear it. It begs our eyes to open and see it clearly before it is harmed. Our eyes are closed and so it must cry out to warn of the approaching violation upon it. It is so pure that it does not care for itself. It cares for us and only gives itself to us. It knows the unbearable distress that we will suffer if it is harmed. Its appeal is not for its own safety. It is for ours.

"Please, why don't you see me? Hurry, look I am here. Hurry and look before I am harmed. If I am harmed then you will die! See me and live. I bring you life. Please take it. It is for you I AM."

The Cry of Truth Molested is heard when things simply cannot go on any further against nature. Men will give up their lives to set this cry at peace. It changes them to the degree that only Truth can. They must die unto their old self, and become anew with the Song of Truth Rejoicing.