The Wizard by fok ‘bs’

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The Wizard
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One Night to the old wise Wizard came an Elfe from pure Heart and big asking Eyes:
'Oh wise Wizard, what shall I do?
The young Generation has not the devine Touch, they don't have the Patient, they don't have...'
the Wizard slowly courling his Beard around his Fingers leaned back and smiled.
'My dear Elfe, how do You request from the
younger Generation to be patient, if You are not patient by yourself?
Put yourself into their Possition. would you prefer to study or to fly around like a free Bird on a warm spring Day?
Try to catch their Interesset, so that they will start to study the ancient Rolls by themselfs.
Make it to be like an Adventure.
The hole Knowledge of Mankind is in our Mind.
We only need the right Guideline to get to it.'
The Elfe thanked the old Wizard with a Smile and shining Eyes and turned around to disapear into the Night...
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The Wizard
II

It is night and the old wise wizard opens the windows, to let the 4 winds in, so that they can have their 'daily' talk.
After a while the little nightowl appeared.
The wizard 'jumped' up in joy and wanted to introduce to her these 4 wellknown persons, but our nightowl was too shy, as nightowls deep in their nature are.
The little owl urged the old wizard into a more private room.
'Tell me old, wise man.' started emidiately the owl, 'when have I to resist and why should i?'
Confused looked the old wizard to the little nightowl:
'When do I have to resist? Hm... let me think. Resist to everything wich is promising you an easy life. These will be false promises. Resist to reduce the freedoms of your next. Resist to bad moods and bad fealings. Say yes, to everything that is pure. Say yes, if somebody needs your help. Say yes to happy thoughts, 'cause then you will be able to fly even without wings.'
After thanking the wizard for his wise words the little nightowl turned around spread her wings and disapeared into the deep night...
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The Wizard
III

One late night the old wise wizard was sitting in his rocking chair on his veranda, thinking about this and that, thinking just about everything.

The little nightowl appeard and tried to get his attention.

The old wizard looked at her and was wondering why she is not talking right ahead to him, was he not always there for her questions?

'My dear little nightowl, what is your question?', he asked knowing, that the little owl was wondering about something.

'Master, can you explain me, why I have to suffer? Why is god not doing a mirical to help me? What is all this god-thing about, when there are no miricals to proof his existance?', asked the little nightowl.

'Miricals, miricals, miricals. why must you people always need proof? Can't you just accept the fact, that there is a god? Is it not a daily mirical that things are falling down and that one plus one makes two? God is surrounding you with miricals, but you don't see them. You are used to them and you don't give 'em the attention they diserve. You also gave names to them! As there is gravity, mathematics or anything else...'

The old wizard took a deep breath and continued, "listen my little nightowl, i gonna tell you a story, which i have told you already once:
On an island in a river there was living an eremit, who was adored for his wisdom and his faith. When in a very rainy year the river was swollen up, so that all the fishermen and farmers had to leave their homes for a safer higher place, they also warned the eremit:
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'Come with us 'till the flood is done.'
But he answered: 'God sended me to this place. Here i gonna stay! God will protect me.'
People flee. The water was rising. At that point the farmers sended to him a boy with a donkey: 'Save yourself, there is still time!'
'Oh, you people without faith', said this faithful man, 'how can i do something like that? God sended me to this place. He will protect me.'
And the water was rising. It allready was 'till the knees of the eremit.
Two fishermen came with a boat to rescue him.
The wise man didn't accept their offer: 'God sended me to this place. Here i gonna stay. God will protect me.'
The flood rized, the holy man drowned and he came directly into heaven.He went in front of god's throne and wanted to know: 'How could you let this happen, my lord? I served you my whole life and you let me drown as a rat. Why didn't you help me?'
And god answered: 'I sended you a messenger. I sended you a donkey. I sended you a boat. Tell me what else could i have done?'"
The little nightowl was looking in shame down,' master do you believe, that i have lost my faith and my hope?'
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The Wizard
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The old wizard took the little owl in his arms, wipeing the tears of her eyes while he was saying to her, 'no, my little nightowl you have not lost your faith and not your hope. You are just a little confused, because you know, how live could be for you. And the only thing you are living is hell. God is helping you, God is loving you. He is the one, who give's you the strength to continue. God is the one, who let cross your path pure souls. However, I must confess, God is not letting us, to meet a lot of pure souls in our lives. But when he allows us to meet such a soul, he is exspecting, us to stick to this pure souls.'
The little nightowl looked up to the wizard, thanked him with a kiss and disapeared into the night...
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The Wizard
IV

One morning the doorbell of the old wise wizard's house was ringing.
It was the little hobbit.
'Oh my little hobbit, what lead you to my house and why are you so sad?', the old wizard asked.
'Oh, master, what can i say? I feel so lonely and I feel so lost. I feel totaly forgotten...'
'Tell me about it. I might be able to help you in your pain.', the wizard said.
'I don't know. Everything seems so senseless, so despered, so nothing...
Suddenly you feel love, you feel like you are stranded on an island, where you and her are the only ones, who are counting. Where everything starts to make a sense.
And then suddenly there comes a crane. picks you up and throws you into a desert. With no water, no food. Just go and survive! And
you are just there, trying to pick up the destroyed pieces of your life...'
The old wise wizard looked scared at the little hobbit and answered, ' don't give up hope and don't stop to love, that is what god is telling us...'
Still in pain the little hobbit turned around and went away.

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The Wizard
V

One night the old wise wizard and the little nightowl were sitting on the rocking chairs in the yard of the old wizard's house.
And the wizard asked the little nightowl: ' What i allways wanted to ask you. Why are you coming allways to me with your
questions?'
'I want to find my inner self.', answered the owl.
'To find your inner self...easy to say, but very hard to do. To find your inner self, you must live love. To be happily in love, that's the dream of everybody. So, if you say ,that you are in love, then you have to accept the otheras he is. And that is exactly the moment, when love dies. I mean, who ever loves deeply can not be happy. Which reallity can get come close to our dreams? The loved-one is a vision, which does not exist. It
only lives in your fantasy.'
'So you mean, that love is just an illusion?', asked the little nightowl.
'love is the echo of your fantasy', answered the wizard,
'eveybody is searching for the you, that fits. however we all
find allways just ourselfs.'

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One night the old wise wizard and the little nightowl were sitting in the rocking chairs in the yard of the old wizard's house.
And the wizard asked the little nightowl: ' What i allways wanted to ask you. Why are you coming allways to me with your
questions?'
'I want to find my inner self.', answered the owl.
'To find your inner self...easy to say, but very hard to do. To find your inner self, you must live love. To be happily in love, that's the dream of everybody. So, if you say ,that you are in love, then you have to accept the otheras he is. And that is exactly the moment, when love dies. I mean, who ever loves deeply can not be happy. Which reallity can get come close to our dreams? The loved-one is a vision, which does not exist. It
only lives in your fantasy.'
'So you mean, that love is just an illusion?', asked the little nightowl.
'love is the echo of your fantasy', answered the wizard,
'eveybody is searching for the you, that fits. however we all
find allways just ourselfs.'
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The Wizard
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One night the old wise wizard and the little nightowl were sitting on the rocking chairs in the yard of the old wizard's house.
And the wizard asked the little nightowl: ' What i allways wanted to ask you. Why are you coming allways to me with your
questions?'
'I want to find my inner self.', answered the owl.
'To find your inner self...easy to say, but very hard to do. To find your inner self, you must live love. To be happily in love, that's the dream of everybody. So, if you say ,that you are in love, then you have to accept the otheras he is. And that is exactly the moment, when love dies. I mean, who ever loves deeply can not be happy. Which reallity can get come close to our dreams? The loved-one is a vision, which does not exist. It
only lives in your fantasy.'
'So you mean, that love is just an illusion?', asked the little nightowl.
'love is the echo of your fantasy', answered the wizard,
'eveybody is searching for the you, that fits. however we all
find allways just ourselfs.'

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'But this is insane!', interupted the little owl.
'There is nothing more insane than love. You have told me about a creature with a pure soul. If he is worth yours, hold him, keep him, love him. 'Cause this will be the devine holy crossing of pure souls. It is not his falt, that he was born under other circumstances and it is not his falt that he was born somewhere else. Love can conquer all.'
These words were left into the air, like the nightflower is letting it's flavor out in the night.
After a while the old wise wizard said: ' My little nightowl, I never mentioned it before to anybody else, but once I met an unicorn. An unicorn with a very pure heart. It was a rainy day, and after I was straying around in the forrest, I came to a clearence. Where I saw the most beautiful unicorn, I ever will see. What a grace! Even her face had such a beautyness, such a grace...
I approched her and as soon as i looked into her eyes, the weather changed. Insted of rain, the sunniest springday. That was the moment, I understood, that i have an angel standing in front of me. Although I am teaching you to hold it, when ever you find an angel, I was not able to hold this angel. After some days at this clearence it disapeared.
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The Wizard
V c

One night the old wise wizard and the little nightowl were sitting on the rocking chairs in the yard of the old wizard's house.
And the wizard asked the little nightowl: ' What i allways wanted to ask you. Why are you coming allways to me with your
questions?'
'I want to find my inner self.', answered the owl.
'To find your inner self...easy to say, but very hard to do. To find your inner self, you must live love. To be happily in love, that's the dream of everybody. So, if you say ,that you are in love, then you have to accept the otheras he is. And that is exactly the moment, when love dies. I mean, who ever loves deeply can not be happy. Which reallity can get come close to our dreams? The loved-one is a vision, which does not exist. It
only lives in your fantasy.'
'So you mean, that love is just an illusion?', asked the little nightowl.
'love is the echo of your fantasy', answered the wizard,
'eveybody is searching for the you, that fits. however we all
find allways just ourselfs.'

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Years were passing by. Empires of mighty lords have disapeared. Even the way of thinking of mankind had changed.
I saw her suddenly again at a big ralley of souls. She was just standing there, lost, confused, hopeless.
And I was wondering, why an angel must also feel like that.
I approached her, however she didn't recognize me. After a while she started to remember.
But my dear owl, time run out of us...
Now I'm sitting here. Left only lonely with my old dreams...sensless existing, anyway...'
The little nightowl understood, turned around and disapeared into the night.

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