Philosopher's Stone

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It was not listened to more than a faint wind-wood music distanced between concrete walls, a mixture between nature and city, between movement and rigidity, it does not matter, the point is that the flute told me between harmonics - you love it and listen to it in the present.

It was true, so there was only an apex of that fleeting sound and I was enraptured between the truth that was at that middle point between my eyes and my closed eyelids, then it just dreamed that I lived again in the city of cold and that we were between savannah not dying of that, then it happened, that thought I started to vibrate strongly and I felt on my front color, I opened my eyes again and I was in the middle of nowhere.

A forest of wet trees with shrubs and fog, I could not avoid feeling surprise, and more accustomed to this I was able to focus and observe my environment to more focus, I saw a red firefly that towards geometric figures with the steale that its light left, this hard a few seconds until you graciously began to guide me by that mysterious ecosystem full of spirit of the swamp, and I say guide me because for me the right thing to do was follow it, a few minutes to start the walk was born a sound of the stranger in the ambi entity, it looked like a scratching or a flying companion, until I stopped with a small orange from which came that frightful glitter, with heart in hand walks until I reached a small footprint of abandoned civilization, everything was noticed but not for that It stopped being beautiful, the nature had made of its, painting the moss aromas of fresh in the town and the creepers sculptures between the cracked walls that protected that beautiful stone church with yellow bell adorning the roof of the watchtower from what is sure I could look better where i were.

Trusting in my luck to avoid accidents within that field that separated the walls of the church until the firefly entered by a small short space of a round stained glass with a beautiful light blue spine in the center, which is purple when passing over there.

I was playing the door of an old church, all this intuitively, it was as suddenly, it would have been aware of a dream and went on to experience it as a protagonist, except that I knew very well why I was there and could not leave behind what Until there I take me, the beginning seemed like a madness but I was following my intuition and not doing any attention to anyone who had managed to spend most of the evidence, discovering the wisdom of internal growth and the undoubted pain that entailed the walking of the sage, That although he has the world being one with he can not share it with his fellow men because nobody speaks the same questioning language.

I opened the door of an older aspect of aspect and glance, I could see how there was no kind of labeling process in his eyes, as knowing perfectly why I was there.

-I hope you enjoyed the road, and I do not mean only the forest, if not at the reason why your trip was allowed that way, said the old man turning his back, addressing until the end of the rectangle full of benches where we found, there he rested an altar who said goodbye a green shine.

-It has been a life process, how could I not be grateful? doing a small count I would say that it is thanks to all that last lived that today I am here, looking for the way to heal my beloved, have surrendered at any other time I would not have given me this opportunity to bring balance to your life with this powerful talisman , the Philosopher's Stone.

The Lord came to the altar and pulled out a black leather bag, a golden currency of great value with which could afford all the treatments of illness and give it to me, telling me more with the word the responsibility that I brought that commitment, me, knowing that love can everything, I returned with the heart and he smiled, letting me know that even at the darkening moment of life there is light, and that is the reason why That beautiful orange shouted like a demon, the shades of life, greater and minors, or happy or sad, will always be in eternal perfection, we are aware of it or not, life will follow its course and small and brilliant sapitos They will continue to sound like wolf men.

-I knew it had not been wrong to guide you here, make good use of what I give you and be happy, said the Lord disappearing tone in tune without moving from the site until there was no more than a small red point that later vanished, I found then listening to voices that were going to the church and my feeling of danger immediately took me out of that place, vibrating a light equal to the initial but that he brought me back home, where I could realize checking my pocket that the Philosopher's Stone was there And all my problems were solved, I decided to write a letter to myself to not forget what happened and knowing that nobody was going to believe I decided to let the sky take care of the most stupid questions while I dedicated myself to assessing the only one that really mattered from life.

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