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The audience set captivated by the ongoing uttering’s of the great visionary. The vision caster had come from a land that no one had ever heard of and that could have only existed in a parallel universe. A place where men were free and able to think for themselves, this could have never been a real place. The man grew louder and more enthusiastic as more came to hear of the great land that waited for them beyond their present place of dwelling. As he grew louder, the beautiful words began to trickle from his mouth as diamonds being spilled into the hands of a beggar. The only thing that could be more beautiful than the man’s words was the revelation that continuously spilled over the empty hearts, which seemed to cry out for more of these ideals of freedom.

A woman near the back of the gathered people began to weep and cry out “Take me to this place of freedom for I will never be able to enter this place on my own.” Before her knees could hit the ground she was caught by a man who could only be described as a generous traveler passing through. Holding her up and bringing her to the front of the crowd, which was now numbering one hundred, he sat her before the feet of the speaker of freedom. When the man observed the woman he asked her “Why do you weep for freedom, is it not free for the taking.” The woman looked up as the glorious man reached down for the woman’s hand. “Stand and know that freedom is yours, for it can only be yours if you believe in freedom.” The crowd began to murmur as some gasped at the words the man spoke to the woman whose tears of despair began to stain her face.

As the woman turned from the man he leaned over and whispered in her ear “Believe.” Now knowing that freedom was rightfully hers for the taking the woman steps back into the crowd. As her front foot hit the ground the warm rush of absolute joy overtook her entire body. Now trembling with her hands raised to the sky the tears that once stained the woman’s face were now tears of joy. She turned back to the man and fell to her knees, kissing his feet and thanking him for freedom. This wondrous man who brought freedom to this woman squatted before her and placing his hand on the back of her head, as he looked in her eyes he said “Do not be grateful for me, for I am only a mere messenger for the one who liberates all.”