Life in the Spirit The Way of Truth One technique used to explain the nature of truth is to map a Tale in the Spirit onto ordinary life using a hypothetical - that may not be a hypothetical but fact. The genuine believer thus has to make up their own mind about truth.

The Way of Truth

Jewish Holy Ways, a major Life in the Spirit group; relationship in the spirit between Darth and Helen will become Truth Marriage.

Our hypothetical (could be exactly as happened in ordinary life), begins NOW:

Date: Sometime in 2005.

Setting: Parramatta Local Court, Sydney, Australia.

A man, Darth, in a suit, is sitting waiting for a preliminary hearing. An attractive woman, lovely, great figure and legs, longish blond hair with a touch of wave, sky blue eyes, sits next to him. She is wearing a white shirt and a red ladies suit. The dress rolls up as she sits into the lounge which sinks at the back, her skirt moving far more along her thigh than she would want, but she can not pull her dress down because of how the seats cave at the back. She has incredible legs, not something Darth or any man would fail to notice when her skirt was pulled up so high because of the seat.

“What sort of seats are these?” She is trying to pull her dress down the long legs.

“Why bother? You have super legs.” The man shrugs.

“Not my legs that concern me, its how this dress...never mind.” She shifts to face the man more than the main foyer, legs neatly to the side, in such a way they seem ever so shapely and long to the man and he can not help being distracted. After a short time, she busy studying the people waiting, she turns to the man.

“You look like a lawyer. I need some advice. May I inquire? Would you mind? I have this friend who is usually in bed, old person. Two police officers arrived on her door with this court order known as AVO which names her mother as protected from her. Her sister, the two don’t get on, obtained it. My friend is old and distraught. She can’t afford lawyers.”

“Let me guess. The mother has dementia or has had several strokes.” Darth replied.

“Yes, Alzheimer’s, how did you know?” The woman puzzles.

“Cause it is a scam. An Anglo-Saxon tradition! That Anglo-Saxon shit has not stopped stealing property. In their blood! This time they use the legal system. It begins with an AVO. Next the mother is taken to a geriatric hospital specialist and a report is organized saying she has testament capacity. She is dragged against her will to a lawyer’s office and a new Last Will and Testament is signed. Such a Will also makes sure the sister is responsible for all funeral arrangements because the death certificate is needed to rush the Will through the most useless section of the Supreme Court known as the Probate Division. There, I told you all this, no charge, and no lawyer in the country would tell you this anyway - they will want a small fortune from you to act on your behalf. In the end, you may end up with less money than legal fees. Greed is expert at its focus.”

“What!” The woman is shocked.

“I have one too. See? I have a true psychopath as a half brother. He is a solicitor. His natural father has refused to have anything to do with him for the past 20 years. Nothing in him in that Will, so I knew this would happen when my mother’s Alzheimer’s progressed. So I prepared. Worked it out. Not sure I want to do anything about it - so I can document this for the World Health Organisation.”

“This can’t be true? This is Australia and not some Muslim backwater. My name is Helen by the way. World Health Organisation? Are you a doctor?” The woman smiled.

“Darth. That is my name. See that shit over there? The Anglo-Saxon police force. Essentially a primate, low IQ, mindless ape with a gun ready to kill you and me in order to shove down your throat perverted shit called orders of courts. That shit makes legal fraud possible.” Darth pointed to a male and female police officer. “State of mind little more than a primate. Intelligence well below average. Conditioned to put bullets through the heads even of children in order to shove down peoples throat “respect” for the most horrifying laws – who has not heard of the ‘lost generation’?”

“They don’t know that, I am sure. Not their fault in that sense. I am a Jew.” Helen smiled. “My parents were in a concentration camp. The guards in those camps were German police, the Gestapo. So I don’t like police either. My parents are German. I was born in Australia.”

“No, I am not a doctor. I have a passion to do with medicine and some software, expert diagnosis software for doctors.” Darth replied. “That does not earn much so at the moment I work for the largest bank in a country as a loan manager. I have this gadget.” Darth took a few gadgets out of his suit pocket. “This allows me access to financial records of any bank customer. I found some of these magistrates who sign these AVOs for this purpose. $10,000 seems the going price. I found the deposits but such are through trusts and complex linkages and impossible to prove anything to people not familiar with that. In any case, there is no way to print these off without incredible authority impossible to obtain. Believe me, when you are talking about Anglo-Saxon local courts, you are talking about absolute shit, and becoming so open about selling court orders known as AVOs. Some very decent even noble magistrates, yes, but such are few and far between. In the major courts in the major cities in any State, it might be easier to find a camel that speaks English than a magistrate who actually comprehends the legislation. They don’t think. Expensive barristers persuade them that this or that is law. They don’t know anymore, not in non-simple matters.”

“When I parked my car, it was hard to find a spot,” Helen said, “I saw this rather expensive car with the name of the largest bank in Australia. Yours?”

“Probably.” Darth nodded. “Well, the bank’s legally but I alone have the legal right to drive it. Which also means I alone have the legal right to smash it in an accident, and the bank has the sole legal right to repair it and pay for damages. Sometimes there is something so beautiful about law! So, mine, yes, unless another is in the same fix on this same day which is not likely.”

“You know.” Helen laughed quietly. “I can understand your anger and disgust. I am feeling it now too, but you sound off when you talk of Anglo-Saxons. Maybe you don’t like Jews either?”

“And you sound like a wife.” Darth turned. “Mind you, if only my wife had your legs! Am I prejudiced against Australians of Anglo-Saxon heritage? I don’t think so, my goddaughter is one. Am I prejudiced against Jews? I don’t think so, don’t know any. Maybe I ought to be? When my mother was about 20 in Russia, Poland really, she and her mother hid a Jewish girl under the bed when Gestapo came around. What was her name? I don’t recall just at the moment. Sara! That’s it. Had blond hair too from how she described Sara. Of course, a heroic but idiotic thing to do - I may never have been born, in which case I would have blamed the Jews.”

“That does not make sense!” Helen laughed softly. “Blame the Jews if you had not been born? But interesting you said that. My mother has this story which I could never believe. She was in Russia at the time and she had to hide under a bed when Gestapo came around. In a neighbour’s apartment. For the life of me I don’t understand how. The NAZI’s were thorough when it came to hunting Jews.”

For a moment they said nothing then suddenly each turned to the other. “Are you serious?”

“Can’t be!” Darth said. “Is it possible? Shame my mother has Alzheimer’s cause nowadays her memory is gone or mixed up.”

“Even so! If we can compare notes. I would love to bring my mother to see her.” Helen said.

“My mother is old now, not twenty as she was. She gave birth to me late in life.” Darth said.

“My mother too to me. Even so. My mother would love that – if we are sure. Can we have lunch after this hearing, however that works?”

“Sure.” Darth replied and they stood. The court room door had opened. People began to pile in. They sat at the back.

“All stand.” A court officer came in and asked all to stand as the duty magistrate walked to the front to seat at a table.

They sat down. Helen watched as time after time a lawyer would present an AVO. The person the victim of this usually denied everything but the AVO was granted anyway.

“I don’t want to waste my time.” Helen said when the name of her friend was called. The lawyer representing the sister explained briefly, “we have four witnesses.”

Darth stood up. “Not one case have I heard that merits an AVO – but you sign them all?”

“It is a matter of procedure.” The duty magistrate turned to Darth.

“And mine is to dump shit on your courts like you dump shit on defenceless people. Here. Mine and my friends. The day is coming for shit like you. The writing is on the wall.” Darth tossed his AVO toward the magistrate and took Helen’s from her and did the same.

The two walked out. Helen most impressed with this man. A touch alarmed but most impressed.

“Four witnesses?” Helen looked concerned as they walked down the long corridor. “Must be true then?”

“No. It is a game. Anglo-Saxon shit is not about truth. It is about control and domination and maintaining their tradition of selling court orders. At the actual hearing no witnesses usually show up. Just makes it seem plausible at these preliminary hearings when you claim you have some. If you need to gain access to an elderly parent’s bank account, or you want to intimidate your wife prior to divorce, or you want to engineer a new Last Will and Testament, or you want a female child for sexual abuse, you pay a legal firm at least $10,000 and they will obtain a “protection” order.”

“Are you serious?” Helen asked.

“Perfectly! This Anglo-Saxon shit and its primate state of mind has finally given me the shits!”

“Hmm.” Helen considered. “Are you sure? This is beyond belief.”

“Perfectly sure! Waste of time in this shit called local courts. This is just a preliminary and you don’t actually need to be present. They make up their mind based on how expensive a suit a person wears. Or what a person does. Or if a person is employed and what they do – to that offensive shit that says it all. And they don’t like my bank, a touch too honest, so I did’t have a hope in hell of any fair hearing. I tell you, if the judiciary does not like a bank, that has to be the most honest bank of all. They also want law firms who are paid a fortune and speak their idiot language – castration of natural English. Chances are they will not even understand me or you. Mind you, with that male magistrate, your figure and legs is the only thing he noticed – anything you would have said would go in one ear and out of the other because you are not a lawyer. That, in time, I will use to my advantage.”

“Wow.” Helen smiled. “That AVO was only a copy. I made sure.”

“Mine too.” Darth nodded. “The next thing to watch out for is some kind of mediation. This is where they want to trap you and use that as evidence. Chances are they have to invent all their evidence.”

They talked as they walked out of the court and to the car park.  Darth explaining to Helen the tricks and traps to be weary off.

Helen lived in the North Shore area. Darth had a client he had to visit in the afternoon in Chatswood which was on Helen’s way. They agreed to go to Chatswood and have lunch together. A long drive. Eventually they parked next to one another. The car park only had two spaces left, on the third level below the ground, so they were lucky. Darth’s huge car was awkward to park and they opened the door and stepped out at much the same time, in so doing bumping into one another. For a while, for some reason, they stayed that way – her lovely body pressing ever so close.

When they managed to squeeze free of one another and close the doors and walk to the mall entrance, Darth was honest. “That was a thrill!”

“Don’t say that.” Helen smiled and put her hand around his upper arm. “Makes me sad. My husband, Frank, had an affair.”

Darth stopped, turned, studied her toe to head, even turned her all the way around. “Are you serious? With your looks, your figure, your lovely smile, your lovely tone, and you are obviously highly intelligent, why would a man do that?”

Helen closed her eyes and shook her head. Then she put her hand around his upper arm again. “Why did we not meet at University? Come on, let us have lunch.”

“Maybe because you are a Jew and Jews tend to marry Jews. Why would you even look at someone like me who is a Catholic? Not to mention I am not that comfortable with extremely attractive females, so you would have had to make the first move.” Darth said.

“There are exceptions.” Helen pressed the elevator button. “And I just might.” She smiled in an elusive way, leaving him to wonder what she meant by that.