Immortals

 Motto: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”  (Albert Einstein)

I just quoted Einstein to the Old Man. I told him that lately I feel like nothing around me look like a miracle, like somehow my life is only black and white, with a shade of grey. He had a mischievous smile.

- Use the soul-link spell I just teach you last week. Choose someone. Anyone. And read his book of fate. Let’s see if you are good enough.

I looked around. I wanted to choose the most insignificant person I would see.  The retired looking man who was buying tea, bread and milk from the corner shop. I touched the surface of his conscience, using a heart to heart. And I froze instantly. He was the Master Demonologist, the one who could not die. He know of Old Magic, one long forgotten, one that human body can barely contain. I heard some stories about. They said that if he will ask, Lucifer itself will do his bid. And now I could see it, as in one first person vision movie. He was there when they build the pyramids, he was trading the Greek fire to the Greeks, he was ready to burn the Library of Alexandria, and he was ravaging Europe as Genghis-khan adviser, destroying kings and their armies, pure evil, unstoppable, powerful beyond imagination. But before 1000 A.C. something happen. I will see them burning village after village in the Carpathian Mountains, until that event. It was in the place known today as Transylvania, him and his entire legion of warriors; in front of them I could see a 12-13 years old child, looking straight to him. He was laughing.

- Can you repeat, he said. I think I did not hear correctly!

-Stop now, repent and live your life helping the others and I will spare you. I’ll spare you and your entire army, the child with blonde hair said.

- Who are you? How you dare to talk to me this way? Do you have any idea who am i?

- My name is Gabriel. And I know you well, Cain. It is not first time we meet.

- I will never stop. Do you hear me? Never.

- That is your choice. You are free to do this. And I am free to stop you.

- You are no ordinary child. lle will gurtha sina moment. lle will hesta ar' natula asto, he said, his hands start to move in some strange rhythm to support his chant.

- I am a warrior of light; I am the child of the prophecy, Cain. And I will not tolerate this. Never dare to bother humanity again. I do not want to hear your name for a thousand years.

The necromancer turn his horse and left, and nobody hear about him after this. Facts become stories, stories become legends. And peace came back to the world, for 1000 years.  But close to our days, some disciples of Aleister Crowley managed to find his sleeping place. Using blood magic, they overcame fate boundaries and he was awake once more. This time, Cain was ready to destroy everyone. He was almost out of his cave; he could see the light of the day. But two people were also there, waiting.  The Old Man, young, and the one that I was thinking is his son. Cain looked at them and roared.

-You! We meet again, Gabriel.

-We meet again, indeed. I was waiting for you. And before Cain even move, Gabriel said to him, I bless you, I wish for you to have a normal life, with the opportunity of choosing the good. I ask you to forget everything, and to live a normal life. It was said.

Once more, Cain starts walking. And now he was right here, in front of me, a man who could not see a miracle, even if it will knock me down.

-Do not ever forget, Ade, you are a warrior of light too!

Him and his lessons. I was just sitting there for a long time, thinking about everything. 

The Blue Pearl

Motto: Swami Muktananda says: "One day, after the Blue Pearl has remained steady for a long time, it will expand infinitely, and its light will fill the universe. Then, with intense wonder, you will see that the whole universe is shimmering and scintillating with the Blue Light. You will realize that you yourself are that light, and the feeling of smallness will vanish once and for all".

The children were mesmerized listening to the old illusionist. Nothing special, except that not only the children, but some other guests were listening to the majestic stories, fairies slowly moving their translucent wings, angels that didn’t belong to this world.
-And how can your flying carpet fly, Great Magician?
-The secret of the flying carpet is the Blue Pearl, Your Highness. It is existing in the real world, woven through the magic of the carpet, but in the same time inside of us. When the two pearls become one, the magic carpet can fly using the wings of our soul.
-I want a magic carpet. Where I can find one?
-Every magic carpet is unique, as every human being. You can’t find one, you can only make it especially for you. You can’t own a magic carpet, you can only create one, using the instructions of the Sages of Old.
-Where I can read the instructions?
-You can’t read them, they are only whispered, at the proper time, by one who was initiated in the Sacred Arts. You need to learn how to take and purify the wool and the silk, purifying yourself in the same time. You need to invocate the help of Almighty Archangels, and to become yourself lighter than the air.
-I know that the Air is the higher of the elements. Earth, Water, Fire, Air, right?
-Yes, but besides them is the Void. The Void is a quality of the heart rather than one of the mind. You know The Third Parable, no?
-I know it. In an empty heart is no free space, in a heart full of love is enough space for everyone.
-Good. Once you make your own flying carpet, with your own design, you will need only The Blue Pearl. Once the pearl from outside become one with the pearl from inside you, your magic carpet will fly.
-How can I find it?
-You can’t. The Pearl will find you. But we will talk about this next time we meet.
And after saying that, the old Magician left the room. In the same afternoon the skyline become red as blood. They believed the fire djins from the third secret world would invade Bagdad. The prince waited for him in vain. The Old Mage never returned. Why? Why? The prince was outraged. Didn’t everyone believe that the Old Mage cannot die? And the years passed, now the prince’s magic carpet was ready, only the Blue Pearl missing. The prince becomes an adult, and all this was seen only as memories of a happy childhood, when the impossible was still possible. Nobody flown since, but if we believe what the old trees whispers, the Old Mage is still alive, and the last flying carpet, the one that was unfinished, is the one that we are stand on it. And maybe the little prince is still here, among us, in another body, with another appearance, his flying dream long forgotten.
All children were amazed, sitting still, listening to the end of the illusionist story. They imagine themselves in a previous life, as princes, ready to fly on the last magic carpet.
…it was already evening, everybody else was asleep, only Valentino was looking again and again at the wonderful woven of the Persian carpet from the tent. He sighed and went to his bed. Alone in the world, he decided to accept his destiny. A prayer to his guardian angel muttered, he close his eyes and was almost asleep, when some light out of nowhere disturbed him. He looked at the tiny table from the tent and stop breathing. An oval stone filled the entire space with a warm blue light. And he remembers it all.