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The force whispered there was a throne somewhere in afterlife. Where the one who was born of the force itself, favored by both the dark and the light could come and sit when balanced in the before and then will come to claim balance in the after.
Only those who really listened believed.
There was ones that did, those preferred to ether stay as hermits and huddle together in almost cult like fashion waiting on the one to bow down on.
Those who didn’t believe was the more recent souls who scoffed at the idea of one person ruling the afterlife. They believe that afterlife should be free from rule.
The Jedi was divided as of what was the truth. Some believed it as false like the Jedi Council of before the galactic empire and the recently departed Jedi from clone wars to the jedi purge in and after the fall of the galactic republic.
There was ones who believed, but those were either the first Jedi or the eccentric ones like Qui-gon Jinn.
Many of the Jedi from the purge hoped the wise grand master yoda could help them understand the whispering of the force everyone talked about.