Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second ~ Mattie Stepanek
What is the secret of the crystal chest? How could last remains of the people long gone be preserved as flowers? How could the flowers remain so fresh in a closed box? The questions tormented the friends.
Finally one day they forced Mr J to reveal all.
Mr J asked took them to a conference room and started lecturing them……
All magic is basically a process of transformation. The more mundane ones use tricks to convince the mind of the spectators that true transformation has been achieved. The singularly miraculous transformation in all of nature is the humble caterpillar metamorphosing to an airy, flower-flitting, nectar-drinking, heavenly being – butterfly. In ancient Greece the same word—psyche—was used to signify “butterfly” and “soul.”
Christian mystics, Sufi saints, Hindu rishis, Geeks, Egyptians, Alchemists and many more have tried to achieve a state where they could transform material and non-material entities of this cosmos at will. While many failed a few succeeded. These people lived in different times, at different places, followed different Gods and practiced different occupations. One can read about them in different books but often their true achievements are not highlighted.
Back to the current issue – a flower was placed in this chest by the wise man when these transformers moved on to other realms. All the hues of the rainbow are here but I love the sunset-yellow ones best.
Now I shall tell you about two such people.
“A man who knows everything and who never dies,” said Voltaire of the Comte de Saint-Germain. He might have added that he was a man whose origin was unknown and who disappeared without leaving a trace. It is believed that he was born in 1712 and died in 1784; yet he was believed to be alive between 1880 and 1900. It is also conjectured that he had known Jesus and been present at the Council of Nicea. Also nobody had actually seen him eat or drink. He always worked for peace and well being of humans though many were misled by his flamboyant life style.
He was a master transformer.
Kabir Das, a mystical poet, extensively quoted in every day conversation – even today in north India, was born in the year 1440 and died in the year 1518. His simple life-style was in complete opposition to St –Germain’s more flamboyant way of life. After the death of Kabir, Hindus and Muslims fought for his body. However, when they removed the shroud – they found only a mound of flowers. They shared the flowers with each other and conducted the funeral according to their own traditions and customs.
Today his Muslim and Hindu tomb stand side by side at Maghar in UP, India.
A couple of those flowers were placed in this chest. Surprisingly, when the chest was opened next all the dried up and decayed flowers were found to have rejuvenated. Since then many flowers have been placed in the chest – the flowers have never wilted since then.
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