. . .And Now, A Special Note From Karma
My Name Is Karma . . .
Good evening, Joran,
I hope that you are resting well as I stand inside your Peruvian jail cell looking at you. You don't know me, do you? You never took the time to find out anything about me. Did you? Oh well. Better men have sunken further. If you don't mind, I am going to spend some time with you and tell you whom I am. What I am. And what I'm doing here.
My name is Karma. I am known world-wide. By ancient peoples of the Orient. Europe. Africa. I would be safe in saying that you name the place and I've either been there, or going there soon. Funny. I've around as long as time, and I cannot help but realize that if I had feelings, I would be feeling pretty taken for granted right about now for all of the work I've done over the centuries. Keeping the balances of right and wrong. Just and unjust. At an equal level. It's a monumental task, I tell you, Joran. Not a job for any mortal, I tell you that, but I was given this duty before you were even a thought. I saw your birth. What a happy baby boy you were. Full of fun. Life. And many surprises. Your parents were very happy to have you.
Over the years, your parents realized that you were, in their eyes, 'special.' And so did I. You were smart. Witty. Personable. And a joy to be around. Your parents gave you all the candy and rainbows that any child your age could ever want. In mortal terms, you had it made, my friend. Never wanted for anything. Just a word from you and it was instantly given to your childish hands. This continued on throughout your teenage years. But for some reason, your heart changed. From innocent to dark. Now if I were my friend, Grim Reaper, that would make me happy to see such a drastic change in you, but I'm Karma. I have no feelings bad or good. I just exist.
I do not belong to any race of people. Nor do I answer to any government or organization of authority. I am endowed with my own sense of justice. That I carry out in various ways. Some harsh. And some soft. But all every effective. But Jaron, believe me when I tell you that I really don't like what I do. Not at all. Many is the time I've secretly envisioned myself as a fleshly mortal sitting on the sand of a beautiful African beach. You might say that I too, am a prisoner, just like you, serving a sentence that will never end. Yours will. In a few years, but that's too far off for you to worry about. For now in the present time, I have some unfinished business to conclude with you, Joran, when you awaken from your tormented sleep.
I suppose that in the darkened hours you spend alone in this filthy cell, you think of yourself as a special person. A sly person. One who did THE UTMOST EVIL in taking an innocent life, and then almost escaped justice. You're not special, Joran. You are just evil. And I've met many who were more sadistic and darker than you, my friend. Whom, you ask? Adolph Hitler. Charles Manson. Billy, The Kid. Jack, The Ripper. And more. All thought the same as you. Acted like you. And I dealt with them, just as I will deal with you. In my time. Not yours.
For the time being, Joran, I want you to rest. Get some needed-sleep. Revitalize yourself. Because you have walked a rocky path. Pain and suffering whereever you were. Pity. You were given chance after chance to change your ways. Be a civil person. A credit to the human race, but you rejected all of the free offers. You chose to walk your dark path by yourself. You could handle all the monsters that lay in wait for you. And you almost made it. I give you some credit for your bravery, but not a plug nickel for your thinking. Sorry, but I have to tell you what's ahead of you.
As for me, my mind is settled. Cannot be changed. No use trying to debate your sins with me. Your transgressions actually outweigh your few good acts. I am of no religion. Cult. Or following. I am my own judge, jury, and if needed, my own executioner. That's right, Joran. I said 'if needed.' Sometimes an executioner's job is too short. Not fulfilling. When a good, long road of purging laid down by yours truly would do a better job. Will you feel pain? Yes. I will not lie to you, Joran. Not as much physical, but mental and emotional pain, but the truth is, I haven't settled on just how you will be dealt with at this moment. You are an interesting case. You took an innocent person's life. Stopped their life from maturing. Deprived them of every happiness the universe had for them. And smugly-looked at the judges in Peru as you were 'confessing,' what I already knew. You were guilty. And that 'noble' act of confessing didn't help you at all. Oh yes, Joran, I almost forgot. You were linked in the disappearance of another young lady, Natalie Holloway from America. Oh you beat the rap on that one, my friend. I have to hand it to your influential dad who is a judge. And you even extorted monies from her suffering parents, actually you lied, saying you would give information where Natalie's body was if her parents paid you a huge some of money. Which they did. And you, Joran, laughed it off. And gambled with the money that Natalie's parents gave you. I could have told them how low-down and heartless you are. I've seen vicious rattlesnakes in my travels with more decency than you.
I've got the time. And you have the time. So why should I hurry in introducing myself to you? Actually I'm not known for taking swift action. I like for my work to be slow. Calculating. And sure. I will not boast, but no one escapes me when it's time to, as mortals say, 'face the music.' I wish there were a different way. A painless way, but dear Joran, there isn't. That's how the forces of the universe were put into motion eons ago. Back before darkness or light. But I was there. And since my creation, I've settled many injustices in my time. And not felt anything for the one I was dealing with, for most of the ones I've settled with, didn't have feelings when they took lives. Robbed. Raped. And killed for pleasure. So why should I have feelings for them? Huh, Joran? I cannot hear your whimpers.
Will you receive mercy? I can't answer that. I do not know. I can ask did you show any mercy when you took the young girl's life when she was begging you to let her live? Funny. You don't look so sure of yourself now. You actually look worried. Oh, I will answer my own question. NO, you didn't show one ounce of mercy. And for what? For her looking on your laptop, whatever that is. You criminals without souls are the most-touchy form of life I've ever seen. You take what you want, or in your case, you used to take what you want. And if you do not get your way, you kill out of immaturity and a faceless evil that lives in your marrow. But I'm not worried. Justice will be measured out. Not too much. Or too little. But enough that you will know that you aren't as wise as you have once thought.
You need to go back to sleep, Joran. I think I will take a nap also. I've travelled many miles over the course of your life--waiting for just the right time to have you in a place where we could 'talk' things over. And now it's happened. I will see you in the morning.
Oh, Joran, you and your pesky questions. How will I do it? Execute justice on you? Well, to not tip my hand, it might be in the form of your heart breaking when what friends and family you still have, leave you to your own ways. And bid you farewell. Or, a stranger might lure you into an arrangement that you think will smooth all of your sins over. I wouldn't be too hasty to listen those human voices who are obviously too-friendly. I would, if I were you, watch my every move. And every one who crossed my path.
Just keep in mind, Joran, the next pain you experience, might be inflicted by me in the form of an innocent girl without a name. Or identity.
Joran, if it's any consolation to you. I do not know all there is to know about the spanless universe. But this I do know, "when and if, you are released, I said IF, You WILL NOT take another innocent person's life."
I will make sure of that.
It's just not fair, when certain people own the rainbow . . .
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