Death of a dream

Motto: Dreams, by their nature, are living beings. They are born, live and die. Some time they grow in us, like a plant, watered by a blue hope, other time they dry because the lack of it.

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He was waiting in the bus station, when she came, looks at him with her big blue eyes and said:

- In life, sometimes we are defeated. Often this is a bitter lesson, but we need to endure, in order to mature and continue to grow. Sometimes we need the defeat, to remind us that here every moment counts, and that we are not immortals, but we behave as if we were.

And then she turned and continued to walk, and he watched her going away, the wind moving playful her blonde pigtails.

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She saw him, and she felt a strange need to do something to ease his pain. Accessing the archives, she watched everything like in a movie,  the sequence of events that marked him so strongly,  she felt all his suffering,  how he met that girl, first kiss (that didn't count), first break up, how they met again, the perfect evening they spend together, the distress of their separation,  their plans, the feeble attempt to be lovers, the quarrels, the back and forth that was at the order of the day, in a word, all that turmoil that lasted no less than one year and few days.  The moment when he understood that he lost her forever, that between them cannot be anything, how he felt that something broke inside, how his heart suddenly froze, although was not so cold outside. They can’t be together anymore, and even if he will try to, it will be nothing like in the past, when he wanted her to love him, to feel for him what he felt for her. Now it’s much more complicated, because he will never be able to know if he could rekindle that feelings that once so beautifully colored her soul, he would not know if he could feel for her what he felt before.  It’s all over, a dream fell apart, and he could never revive it.

Then she went to him, and felt the need to say those words:

- In life, sometimes we are defeated. Often this is a bitter lesson, but we need to endure, in order to mature and continue to grow. Sometimes we need the defeats, to remind us that here every moment count, and that we are not immortals, but we behave as if we were.

And then she went on, feeling how his gaze followed her, almost burning like fire.

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.

The Dragon

One guy goes to psychiatrist and wants to ask one question:

- Sir, every night when I want to get asleep I am visited by a green dragon with two heads and twelve legs, who try to scare me, what that mean and what I need to do to become healthy again?

-Oh, is something very difficult, it will take us probably three years and 6.000 pounds to solve this!

-You know something, instead to offer you this amount of time and money, I think it will be easier for me to befriend the dragon.

Singularity

Motto: When conversation finish, the music begin.

The smell of the Brazilian coffee was still in my nostrils. And my mind wandered far away.  How I met you? I can’t forget, even after 96 years passed away. I still remember the moment when we open the same door of the black cab. I read today that, as an indubitable truth, your fate is to grow old only near the man that somehow lives a story that complements your story. I couldn't agree more. I remember what our first discussion was, you we’re saying that you are waiting for your soul mate, the one that is meant to be with you. I was saying that as potentiality, anyone can be your soul mate, with a little or much more effort. But both need to agree to do this effort, to discover the diamond that is hidden under many layers of coal. And we were talking about us living in our own bubble, each trying to keep the whole world at bay. How that in the end we are like circles that somehow touch each other in one single point. I let you in my world, you let me in yours. Even if this little thing took us at least 5 years. But what was just a flame at the beginning becomes a blazing fire, burning every doubt, every lack of trust, every limitation that we set in our life, even without knowing. And now I’m still here, at our favorite coffee shop, waiting for you. Even if I know that you will never come again. I can’t fight against this power that brought me here day after day. I can’t accept that I lost you. Probably it was my fate to live forever, always young, always alone. If only I could discover the self-repairing Nano-bots one year earlier. If only...

                - Sorry, can you tell me what the time is? I heard a voice on my left.

                - Half past ten, I said, turning around. And there she was, looking at me. My Isabelle. 

Al Kidr

- Did you ever heard about about the meeting between Moses and Al Kidr?

- No, i say surprised. But how is this related to our discussion about today relations between Muslims and Christians?

- Because this story it is described in both their sacred books, and show us some different level of understanding.

- Tell me about it then!

- The story begin with Moses asked by some Jew about who is the most knowledgeable person in the world. Moses answer that after God, he is that person. And then the divine vision will tell him that it is one that know much more than him, and the place where he can find is specified. We have here some symbols like for example the fish that will be brought back to life and will lead him to the place. So Moses leave to find this mysterious person. And at some moment he accidentally drop a fish in the fountain. Didn't even see that the fish was getting alive and they lost it, like the prophecy said. Being so busy with his journey, Moses continued his journey, without even knowing that he just founded the elusive Fountain of Eternal Youth. But at some moment he noticed that the fish is missing and returned, founding Al-Kidr waiting for him at the oasis. 'There are things that i know and you don't, There are things that you know and i don't.' Al-Kidr said. Moses asked to take him with on his journey, so he can learn more about this different spiritual tradition. Al Kidr said that he can take him, but Moses will be cross because he will miss the understanding behind his actions. Moses said that he will come anyway. Their journey was plentiful of events, and some of them make Moses think that Al Kidr is just an impostor. But it was told that everything will be explained when they will say goodbye and never seen each other again. The moment eventually came and Moses was asking about what happen. Al Kidr explained to him. He was accused that he made a hole in a ship, despite the fact that the fishermans helped them cross the river, they were hurrying all day and still, they stayed for an entire afternoon to repair a broken wall. Then he explained. That he did that to the ship because a king was coming to take all the ships, and that being broken helped the fishermans to keep it, That under the wall a father put all his money for his kids, but they were still too young, so after the wall being repaired, they will find the treasure when they will grow up and live a decent life. And many others. 'I knew that you will not understand Moses, and now is time to go, each of us on our own way. But you will always remember and some day you will understand. That was  the lesson you need to learn today.' And saying that he left.

 - I never heard about this story. Who is this Al Kidr?

 - It is a mystery. Al Kidr, known also as Al Khadir, The Green One, was believed to be a prophet, an angel, a saint. Some of them were thinking that maybe he was Melchidesec, I think that probably he is an aspect of the Nature. Nobody know. But he is the one that was teaching the sufi masters, just for one example. He is fascinating.

I look at him and i understand.

 - So you meet him?

 - I meet him once, long time ago. I can tell you that he is not a myth.

Genius what?

The journalist was feeling a bit uncomfortable. It is not every day that you can stay in the presence to a man that could go from rag to riches 3 times in the row. And was being right every time on the shares market prediction. And didn't have an interview in the last 30 years.
- Hello, nice to meet you!
- Nice to meet you, mister G.!
- So, usually i do not talk to the press, but i like your articles, so i will answer you to one question. Make it count!
-So, mister G, please tell me how you think about starting this charity that help young genius?
- It is funny that you ask, as i can see that you benefit from it. Your IQ is 154, i presume?
- 152, you we're close.
- So, i promise you a story. I presume that you already know that i like to volunteer to work in different respite centers every Friday. 32 years ago i was doing my usual shift, and i was working with some random Asian guy. At least that's what i was thinking. I used to work with him before, he was familiar to me. We did our work as usual. And we were leaving to go home.
- You know something about the way you react sometimes, he told me. As my favorite poet said:

“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

- Rumi, i said. And was his turn to be surprised. 

We talked about for long time. From Rumi we went to Shams i Tabrizi, from there to Tagore, Mircea Eliade, religions and different ways to reach perfection. And in the end i recognized him as a member of the White Brotherhood. He was one of us. One of the few. And even funnier, he was a billionaire. Like me. Working undercover. After we talk about couple of times we were thinking about how to help the young genius. And so this charity started. This is the story

A strange meeting

She was there in that big hall, trying to meet her mentor, in the exact moment when everything started. So almost couldn't believe it when one man started to say that everyone is hostage of the National Front and the semiautomatic gun was pointed toward her.
- Hey, what are you doing, shout a blonde girl with a polka dress at him, giving her time to slip through time and space. Checking the next day newspaper in that line of events, she could see that she was somehow destined to die there. Hard to understand, as she was not even supposed to be in that hall, at that exact time. Meaning to solve that paradox, she went back again. But this time nothing happen, no man, no gun, no hostage.She could see the blonde girl leaving the building five minutes before everything was supposed to happen. Something is not right. Back again before the blonde girl left the building. She went to follow her, and at the end of the 5th Street she managed to put a hand on her shoulder. The girl turned back and looked at her. That is me, she manage to think. And the explosion tore up a hole in the fabric of our universe itself,