906 | Karmic Fate or Free Will

906 | Four High School Students Discuss Free Will, Karma, and the Ten Commandments

Chapter 1: Evan, Diesel, and Abby Discuss Free Will, Desires, and the Ten Commandments

As Evan, Diesel, and Abby discuss free will, desires, and the Ten Commandments, they linger in the school building after hours. The last bell has already rung, but four students are still sitting in the philosophy classroom.

The room feels forgotten. Old motivational posters curl at the corners. Desks sit in messy rows, except for the four Evan drags into a loose circle in the middle. Outside, the late sun washes the parking lot in orange. Inside, the air hums with buzzing fluorescent lights and the constant, faint whine of the school’s overworked Wi‑Fi router.

Evan glances at the others, then down at his notebook. A half‑finished mind map sprawls across the page: arrows, circles, words like free will, karma, algorithms.

He looks up.

“Sometimes I watch people,” Evan says. “I wonder how they make decisions. Do you actually have free will, or do you not have any other choice?”

Diesel slumps in his chair, backpack half‑unzipped, earbuds hanging like dead cables around his neck.

“Most of my choices are about getting what I want,” Diesel says. “I’m free to chase the pleasures I desire. But I don’t control where those desires come from.”

Evan tilts his head.

“So your instincts, your habits, your DNA—those decide your life?” Evan asks.

Diesel frowns.

“What’s with the interrogation about my desires?” Diesel says. “My emotions and thoughts drive me. I don’t question where they come from. They’re my wants. That’s what matters.”

Evan taps his pen against the notebook, a quiet, steady beat.

“Is everything you want actually good for your long‑term life?” Evan asks.

Diesel stares down at the graffiti carved into his desk—initials, crude drawings, the word FREE scratched over and over, like someone’s offline mantra.

“Interesting,” Diesel says slowly. “The older I get, the more my life is about avoiding pain instead of chasing pleasure. My past choices are catching up to me. Happiness is turning into just… not feeling stressed or uncomfortable. I spend more time numbing out with drugs and entertainment than actually living. I used to look forward to graduation. Now I want to go back to being a kid.”

Silence settles for a beat.

Abby fiddles with a small silver cross on her necklace, then looks up.

“My biggest choice is whether to believe something or not,” Abby says. “Once I choose to be a Believer, I don’t really need free will anymore. I only need it long enough to make that one all‑important decision. After that, I depend on one book of rules to explain what my Creator wants. All I have to do is be good, and I go to Heaven forever.”

Diesel lets out a low whistle.

“Impressive,” Diesel says. “You just summed up humanity’s purpose in one breath. So what does ‘be good’ actually mean?”

“I have rules to follow,” Abby says. “Like the Ten Commandments.”

Evan notices Diesel’s eyes sharpen; curiosity boots up behind the sarcasm.

“What’s the first and most important commandment?” Diesel asks.

“‘Thou shalt have no other gods before Me,’” Abby says.

Diesel leans forward, elbows on the desk.

“That’s interesting,” Diesel says. “First, your Creator is basically admitting there are other gods. Second, as long as you put your Creator as number one, you can have as many other gods as you want.”

Abby shakes her head quickly.

“I told you before, there’s only one Creator,” Abby says.

“So there’s no need to worry about the first law because there are no other gods anymore,” Diesel says. “The other gods must have all died sometime in the last two thousand years. What’s the second commandment?”

Abby sighs and pulls a small, dog‑eared Bible from her bag, flipping pages the way most kids flip apps.

“‘You shall not make a carved image—any likeness of anything in Heaven or Earth—and bow down to it or serve it,’” Abby reads. “‘For I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God.’ It means you shouldn’t praise carved wood and stone statues.”

Diesel’s eyebrows shoot up.

“So everything else is fine?” Diesel asks. “A lot has changed in two thousand years. You didn’t mention plastic or metal. What about pictures, photographs, movies? Does your Creator have an updated version? Most churches have statues of a guy being tortured and his holy mother. Plus statues of saints everywhere.”

Abby hesitates.

“The idea is that all images of anything are forbidden, regardless of the material,” Abby says slowly. “People used to make statues of their fake gods and worship them. Technically, the law says you shouldn’t make images of anything, and you definitely shouldn’t praise or worship any image.”

Diesel stares at her.

“That’s confusing and totally out of date,” Diesel says. “So… by the strict version, all movies, photos, and statues break the Second Commandment?”

Abby looks down at the thin pages.

“I never really thought about it that far,” Abby says.

Diesel gestures around the room—to the posters, the phones on the desks, the screens lighting up pockets.

“We’re drowning in images,” Diesel says. “Movie stars, sports heroes, influencers, criminals. Everywhere. So basically everyone’s going to Hell. Nice. What’s the third commandment?”

Abby flips again.

“‘You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain,’” Abby reads. “Leviticus 24 says anyone caught doing that should be stoned. It’s a capital offense. God wants us to know His name matters. When you misuse or disrespect God’s name, you’re offending the Creator of the universe.”

Diesel leans back hard, his chair squeaking in protest.

“Your God sounds self‑centered, fanatical, and emotionally unstable,” Diesel says. “I’m not thrilled this being decides your eternal fate. He acts like there are lots of gods and lords, but he’s obsessed with being number one, freaked out about you worshipping any others, and super touchy about how you say his name. What’s the fourth commandment?”

Abby sighs again, this time opening a Bible app on her phone instead of the paper one.

“‘Keep the Sabbath day holy,’” Abby says. Originally, it meant not working on Saturday. Then it moved to Sunday. Then, basically, it disappeared because people wanted to shop, so stores opened, and the rule faded.”

Diesel shakes his head, half amused, half disturbed.

“Who has the power to change God’s commandments?” Diesel asks. “What else did they change that you don’t know about?”

Abby’s eyes flash.

“Kids grow up with fathers who ditch them,” Abby says sharply. “One‑third of kids. So they don’t feel obligated to honor their father at all.”

Rev, who’s been quiet at the edge of the circle, lets out a low whistle.

“Ouch,” Rev says. “That’s going to have long‑term consequences.”

Abby keeps going, her voice clipped.

“It’s now basically acceptable to steal from stores as long as the total is under $900,” Abby says. “Insurance companies don’t mind because the standard deductible is $1,000. They don’t have to pay.”

Diesel’s eyes light up with fake excitement.

“That’s amazing news,” Diesel says. “Does anybody have a spare garbage bag? I’m going ‘shopping.’ They call it lifting now, right?”

Abby rolls her eyes but doesn’t slow down.

“Unvetted, illegal migrants are in a special category,” Abby says. “Obedience to all Ten Commandments is basically waved away for anyone claiming asylum.”

Diesel smirks.

“So if I get a deep tan and toss my wallet, do I qualify for free stuff?” Diesel asks.

“The rules are also lifted for homeless drug addicts,” Abby adds.

Out in the hallway, the classroom door creaks. Footsteps pass, then fade.

Inside, the four teens sit with the same uneasy thought hovering like a notification they can’t swipe away:

If rules can bend this far, do they mean anything at all?

Chapter 2: Rev, Diesel, Evan, Abby, and Evelyn Explore Karma, Ignorance, and False Beliefs

While Rev, Diesel, Evan, Abby, and Evelyn explore karma, ignorance, and false beliefs, they find a spot outside to talk. The next afternoon, they move outside.

The courtyard buzzes with after‑school chaos. Students cross the grass in clumps, faces glowing from phone screens. Buses idle and honk. A coach blows a whistle on the field. Somewhere, a Bluetooth speaker leaks a heavy bass line over the noise.

The four Crystic friends sit on a low brick wall under a tree, half in shadow.

Rev stares at his hands, flexing his fingers like he’s testing invisible strings.

“I have a lot of free will,” Rev says, “but my returning negative karma overrides so many of my choices.”

Diesel shrugs.

“It’s all about freedom,” Diesel says.

Evan shakes his head.

“Sometimes ‘freedom’ is just free‑dumb,” Evan says. “I can choose to be free from dumbness… or free to be dumb. Free to be foolish, uneducated, and ignorant.”

He gestures at the school buildings around them—brick, glass, antennas, and patchy Wi‑Fi signals.

“If Earth is a school,” Evan says, “and we’re the students, then there has to be something we’re supposed to learn. That’s what students do. Learning to overcome dumbness sounds great—but it takes dedication. A lot of people think work is unnecessary. Work feels like being forced to do something uncomfortable. Forced equals pain. Forced to study means not being free.”

Diesel snorts.

“Being a student sounds low and pathetic,” Diesel says. “People use it like an insult. Like being a ‘student’ means you’re too dumb to already know stuff. It’s basically a slur for ‘inferior.’”

Evan lets out a short laugh.

“Plenty of people twist ‘freedom’ into ‘freedom to stay dumb,’” Evan says. “They want the right to be ignorant, illogical, and foolish. They call it freedom when they ignore truth and laws—like pretending there won’t be any consequences. Free stuff becomes their definition of freedom. They figure they’ll die before the fallout hits anyway. But death isn’t the end for them.”

Abby’s face softens. She recognizes that temptation—to hand her thinking over to someone else and not ask questions.

“Students know they don’t know everything,” Evan says. “They want to be free from being dumb. They use free choice to study and learn, to overcome their ignorance. Dumb also means unable to speak. Knowledge gives them the power to speak wisely. Being a student takes humility—being willing to open your mind to new truth and new laws. Ignoring the truth is stupidity. It blocks the wisdom you need to choose well.”

Diesel kicks at a pebble until it skitters across the concrete.

“I tell myself it’s easier to get forgiveness than permission,” Diesel says.

He says it like a joke, but it’s one of his core excuses. It runs under his worst decisions like hidden code.

A few feet away, Abby’s older cousin Evelyn finishes tutoring a freshman on a Chromebook. She catches Diesel’s words and steps over, curiosity awake.

“People who choose ignorance eventually notice other people are smarter,” Evelyn says. “So they surrender their free will and let those ‘wise’ people make decisions for them. The dumb decide not to speak and let others speak on their behalf. In return, they expect their rulers to take care of them and give them free stuff, so they can keep avoiding work, which they see as anti‑freedom.”

She folds her arms.

“Their dumbness and closed minds make them easy targets for bad programming and manipulation,” Evelyn continues. “They turn into puppets. And puppets are perfect for corruption.”

Evan nods, picking up the thread.

“Students watch all this and just shake their heads,” Evan says. “Why would anyone deliberately avoid learning the real truth and real laws? Why choose laziness and give up the chance to make wise, free choices? Why hand over your free will in exchange for one ‘freedom’—the freedom not to work?”

Evelyn glances at each of them.

“The dumb are programmed with false beliefs,” Evelyn says. “Those beliefs create their desires and motives. Real freedom only comes through knowledge and understanding.”

A gust of wind rustles the branches overhead. Dry leaves flutter down around them like random notifications.

For a second, all four of them feel the weight of an invisible choice menu opening inside them:

Study or drift. Responsibility or comfort. Real freedom or free‑dumb.

And no one else can tap the option for them.

Chapter 3: Evan, Diesel, Abby, and Evelyn Debate Twisting Virtues, Freedom of Choice, and the Violet Flame

When Evan, Diesel, Abby, and Evelyn debate twisting virtues, freedom of choice, and the violet flame, they gather in the school library. A few days later, they meet in the back corner of the library, hidden between tall shelves of social studies and philosophy.

Screens glow faintly all around—kids working on homework, gaming, pretending to research while they scroll. The school’s filter blocks half the internet, but the other half still pours out endless hot takes and half‑truths.

Diesel scrolls through a newsfeed stacked with slogans, cancel posts, and outrage.

“Any virtue can be twisted with the right kind of logic,” Evan says, breaking the silence.

His voice sounds calm, but his eyes are sharp.

“Diversity is a virtue,” Evan says. “So not accepting diversity must be wrong. Being ‘diverse’ becomes the goal.”

He pauses.

“Racism is not a virtue,” he continues. “So being non‑racist is a virtue. People of color deserve more benefits. That’s how the argument goes.”

Abby nods, then frowns. She can feel how those sentences can be true, but also how people online use them like knives.

Evan goes on.

“Women’s rights—being right to choose—is a virtue,” he says. “So ‘freedom’ becomes the right to kill your baby.”

The bluntness of the words hits the table like a dropped book.

Abby winces as she repeats the phrase under her breath. The topic is messy and personal, but on screens it gets flattened into a meme, a slogan, a line in a bio.

Diesel jumps in, his tone half mocking, half serious.

“The constitution guarantees the right to choose, so making free choices is automatically a good thing,” Diesel says. “You have the right to relax, the right to be comfortable, the right to smoke weed. Smoking weed is a good thing. Anyone against it is a bad person.”

Evelyn, at the end of the table with an open laptop, glances up.

“Freedom to choose doesn’t erase lawful consequences,” Evelyn says.

Diesel shrugs.

“Maybe there are no real consequences,” Diesel says. “Everything just is what it is. Life happens. There’s no intelligence behind universal laws. They exist for no reason. No point thinking about them. They just… happened, and now they’re stuck that way.”

Evan closes his eyes for a second.

He can feel that belief tugging at him—the idea that nothing matters, that nothing is connected. It’s the same feeling as an endless scroll: numbing, heavy, easy.

He refuses to sink into it.

“The violet flame is like a movie editor,” Evan says quietly. “I can edit the script before it plays.”

Diesel looks up.

“You’re saying you can rewrite what happens to you?” Diesel asks.

Evan opens his eyes.

“Not everything outside me,” he says. “But I can change how I respond, what I repeat. Which karma do I feed? The script in my head isn’t locked. But I have to actually look at it. I have to stop lying to myself about what ‘freedom’ really is.”

The others fall silent.

Each of them knows their own script:

– Temptations they don’t question. – Slogans they repeat because their friends do. – Rules they follow—or break—without understanding why.

Abby thinks of the Ten Commandments glowing on her phone, the parts she’s read, the parts she’s ignored, and the parts that suddenly sound like loopholes.

Diesel thinks of his private rulebook: do what feels good, dodge consequences, apologize later.

Rev feels silent equations running beneath his skin—karma loops, reactions, things coming back around.

Evan remembers late nights under the glow of his laptop, studying Crystic laws and wondering if any of it actually changes the way he lives.

All of it is on the table now.

The parables of Crysticism aren’t far‑off stories anymore. They play out here, between fries and textbooks and Wi‑Fi, in quiet corners of classrooms and libraries, in late‑night scrolling and half‑serious debates.

Four teens sit at the edge of something they can’t quite name—where rules clash with loopholes, where “freedom” hides chains, and where one unsettling truth waits beneath everything:

If they can see the scripts running their lives, they can start to edit them.

And that moment—more than any commandment memorized or ignored—might be where real freedom first begins.

Chapter Synopsis:

Four high school students—Evan, Diesel, Abby, and Evelyn—gather after hours and around school to debate the nature of free will, desires, and the Ten Commandments. As they examine the Ten Commandments, they critique how modern society bends ancient religious and moral rules (such as honoring parents, theft limits, and the proliferation of graven images). The conversation shifts into discussions of karma, the temptation of willful ignorance ("free-dumb"), and how virtues are frequently twisted by cultural slogans, leading Evan to introduce the concept of the violet flame as a tool to rewrite mental scripts and attain true freedom.

Core Themes & Laws:

• The illusion of "free-dumb" versus true freedom through education, spiritual discipline, and understanding universal laws

• How modern culture and digital environments bend moral codes and normalize ignorance and laziness

• The danger of surrendering free will and personal responsibility to rulers or false programming in exchange for comfort

• The power of the violet flame and self-awareness to edit one's thoughts, karma, and psychological scripts

Key Entities Featured in this Document:

• Evan: A thoughtful student who maps out discussions on free will, karma, and spiritual discipline

• Diesel: A skeptical student focused on instant desires, comfort, and questioning outdated rules

• Abby: A student of faith who relies on the Ten Commandments and her religious beliefs to navigate moral choices

• Evelyn: Abby's older cousin and a grounded tutor who highlights how manufactured ignorance turns people into vulnerable puppets