The Wizard by fok ‘bs’

1
The Wizard
I

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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2
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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3
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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3b
The Wizard
III b

'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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3c
The Wizard
III c

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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4
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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5
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.'

by fok 'bs'

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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5b
The Wizard
V b

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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5c
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.

6
The Wizard
VI

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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It is night and the old wise wizard is as usual sitting in his rocking chair on his veranda.
Suddenly from nowhere the little nightowl appeared.
'Master', she said, 'why do we have to feel pain?'
The old wize man leaned back, looked at the owl and answered, 'well, what is pain for... pain my little nightowl is next to love the most extreme fealing that every living creature has. Pain is an alarm, that something is not going well. There are a lot of different kinds of pain, but the most extreme pain, is pain caused of love. Love should make you able to fly and not to wish that everything should stop to exist.
Once i met a couple, where the woman was living in a personal hell. No doctor, no wizard, no medicine, no magic could help her. She was in such a pain, that she couldn't stand happieness around her. She wanted everything around her to be destroyed. Her husband tried to mood her up and to be there for her whenever she needed help, but she had forgotten how to express her love to him, so the only thing she could give him was pain. Every second day she were telling him, that she will go away. The poor man was living in a constant fear of loosing her.
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The Wizard
VI b

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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At night when his beloved wife was sleeping, he looked at her and was crying silently in his pain, fearing that he will be never again able to look into her eyes right after waking up.
Unfortunally finaly she left. He was trying to find her again, but she had disapeared.
The poor guy returned to his empty house, not knowing how to continue his life. The only thing that kept him alive was the hope, that one day, he would be able to look into her eyes again. After some months he heared that his beloved one was dead. She hang herself in the magic forrest of the east. That was the final kick. He went to the church of his village climbed up the stairs at the belltower and jumped into the nothing.'
Trying to wipe out her tears the owl turned around and disapeared into the night...

7
The Wizard
VII

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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The little nightowl came one night to the old wise wizard's house.
'Master, everything is so difficult and so hard.'
'Don't give up, please, my little nightowl. I know fate was not easy to you. But! Didn't You tell me, that You have found your pure soul? Why are you not stiking to him?', asked the wizard.
'To stick to him? And to make him unhappy? Do You really think, that i love him so less...?', screamed the owl.
'No, my little nightowl', answered the old wise wizard, 'I am in no doupt about your love for him and maybe this is the ultimate offer from You to him, for discribing your love for him. But, don't you think, that you could do more things together, than appart. I know, that it is not easy to believe, if somebody is living here and the otherone is living there, but love can tear down every distance. My little nightowl, have you ever thought about, that your pure soul is thinking of you? Don't feel lost, my little nightbird. If he really loves you, he will never let You down. He will allways be there for you, giving his last underwear. But You must do the first step. May god help you in your decision...'
The nightowl looked at the wizard in fear, in pain, in lossless...
knowing that her acts were not the right ones, she turned around and disapeared into the deep night...

8
The Wizard
VIII

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 afternoon the old wise wizard was sitting on his veranda in his rocking chair and the little hobbit apeared.
'Master', he said, ' why does it seams sometimes, that i have the fealing, that i can't finish, what i started.
And that it looks like an huge mountain, that i have to climb?'
The old wise wizard smiled and answered, 'oh, my little unpatient hobbit, you have a totally wrong view of the whole matter. Let me explain it to you with a little story:
There was a street cleaner and sometimes he had to clean up very long streets , sometimes just long streets and sometimes short streets. Whenever he is at the beginning of a long street, he always thinks, my god is this street long, i will never make it...
And then he starts to hurry. And he is getting more and more into the hurry. However everytime he looks up, the street's end is not coming nearer. and then he starts to hurry even more.
It is obvious, that our street cleaner is acting in a wrong way. The trick is not to think about the street as a whole. You must only think about your next step. Everytime only your next step. And then you will realize, that you have cleaned up the whole long street, without realizing it.'
'Thank you, old wise man', said the little hobbit and disapeared...

9
The Wizard
IX

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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To the old wise wizard one night came the little nightowl.
And she asked, 'old wise man, why do i have the fealing, that although i'm talking to people, i feal, that nobody is listening?'
'So you have this fealing, that nobody is listening', the old wizard said, 'well, my little nightowl, you must know, that the ability to listen is one of the highest arts. Not everybody has the ability to really listen. Whenever you will find somebody, who knows the art of listening, you will feal it. Your thoughts will get wings and will come out of your mouth like water from a spring. But i doubt, that you will ever find somebody with that skill. People have lost the ability of listening...'
The little nightowl thanked the old man with a smile and disapeared into the night...

10
The Wizard
X

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 little nightowl apeared on the old wizard's veranda where the old man was sitting in his wooden rocking chair
and as always she started right ahead:
'Wise man, tell me about the age.'
And because the old wise wizard is enjoying every time, when he sees his little student, he answered right ahead:
'We overestimate the age. Look at me, my little nightowl. My hair is white, as the snow on the mountains, but i nearly don't know nothing about life. Whenever we think about our big dead ones, we always have them in mind as old wise men, at the end of their existance. Abraham, Moses, Paulus, Karl the great. All of them are old men with a beard. Have they never been young? Why do we think about them only as old ones? Most of the creative achievements are products of the youth. Believe an old man. The child is the ideal form of life. The young adult is dreaming of the future, the old one of the past. Only a child is living the moment. It has not to cry over the past or to fear the tomorrow. That is THE ability from which we are feeding on all our life. Embedded in every old body there is breathing a child. This child is smiling to you out of every old, scarved face. If you want to realize life, don't go to the old ones, go to the youth, the children. 'Cause the child is the real human beeing.
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10 b
The Wizard
X b

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.'

by fok 'bs'

The more you can hold on to your childhood, the more you are closer to the secrets of creation. Have you ever thought about, what the peculiar is with christianity? There are religions, which are much more christian than christianity. The peculiar is that birth at bethlehem: God is a child!
Isn't that amazing? All these old and wise priests, popes, prophets and apostels, old as abraham and moses together, they obey a child. BECAUSE GOD IS A CHILD!'
The little nightowl couldn't close her beak.
She was so impressed.
She even forget to thank the old wise wizard and disapeared into the night...

11
The Wizard
XI

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.'

by fok 'bs'

One night the old wise wizard was sitting with his friends the four winds in his livingroom.
The wind of the east, 'you humans are so, how to say it, i guess dumm.'
The wizard looked at his friend and asked, 'my friend why are you saying that?'
'You humans are talking allways about time', answered the east wind, 'but...time is a very big , but daily secret. All you humans are a part
of it, but you never give even one thought about it. You have calendars and clocks for counting it, but time is always relative. An hour can be as an eternity or just as a blink. It always depends on what you are experienceing.
Because time is life. And this life lives in your hearts.'
The old wize wisard courled his long white bear around his finger, as he is doing usualy when he is thinking, and said, 'I never thought about this whole problem, as you just did. thank you for sharing your wisdom with me.'...

12
The Wizard
XII

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.'

by fok 'bs'

It is almost noon and the old wise wizard is preparing his lunch.
Suddenly the little hobbit is popping into the kitchen.
'Master, tell me', he asked, 'I feel so lonely and so lost and so dead in the darkness. Like I am in a tunnel and I don't know in which direction, I should go to find the exit. Is it straight ahead, is it backwards, is it left or is it right. I don't know... I have lost all hope...'
The old wise wizard looked up and answered:
'Ach, my little hobbit. I have told you a million times: YOU HAVE TO BE PATIENT!
You have to do little steps. One by one. You can't do the second step before the first. Try to use your brain. Thatfore god gave you one. First you have to find out, if there is at least a mild slope. Once you find out, you know that you can delete two of the four options. Now the easy way would be to choose the downhill road. But be careful, the easiest way is always the way suggested from evil. The godlike way is the hard way. If you want to succeed something in life always choose the hard way. The result will be crowned with eternal success. But you must be, as I have already told you, patient. Only if you are patient you will have lasting success.'
'Thank you, old man', said the little hobbit an disapeared...

13
The Wizard
XIII

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.'

by fok 'bs'

To the old wise wizard came one morning the little hobbit again.
'Old man', he said, 'please tell me. How does it come, that even if I try like hell to succeed, it will not happen.
And sometimes without any special efford, I feel, that I can move mountains?'
The old wise wizard anoid from the disturbance of the little hobbit, looked at him in a quiet angry way and answered: 'Oh you little habbit, you allways are coming at the most unbelieveble moments. And now you ask me about the context of the universe.
Anyway, i'll try to explain it to you. Well, there are in the world some moments, when everything from the smalest thing and soul until the farest star are in a secret harmony. In exactly those moments can happen something, that would not be able to be happen earlier or later. Unfortunally the living souls are not able to understand when these moments are. But if there is one soul, who can feel and understand these moments,
then this soul will be able to do amazing things.'
'Thank you, old wise wizard', said the little hobbit and disapeared...

14
The Wizard
XIV

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.'

by fok 'bs'

The old wise wizard was sitting in his wooden rockingchair in his frontyard just enjoing the evening...suddenly the little nightowl apeared.
'Isn't it scary?You are sitting there, your mind is full of peace. And suddenly comes just a flash...and there when you thought you could contra everyone, you just feel like a worm?'
'Isn't it amaising to fell alive? My little nightowl, that's the meaning of fealing alive', was the old wise wizards answer.
'Whatever', thought the little owl and desapeared into the night...

15
The Wizard
XV

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.'

by fok 'bs'

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
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15b
The Wizard
XV b

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.'

by fok 'bs'

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

But one day she was watched by the son of the king's cancellor. He approched her and asked her why she, such a lovely girl was crying in pain. Adana was to ambarrised to tell him the truth, so she told him, that she was crying, because her father, the king wanted her not to be among common people and that because of that her life is without any joy.
The cancellor's son tried to dry her tears and to entertain her. Over all this, the time had past by and they had to return to the palace.
Before they split, they promised to meet again the next day at the secret spring.
They were meeting for severel months and a romance started between them.
Untill, as it was done in those days, they had to seperate, because they had to go and visit other empires, where they had to learn their foreign behaviours, their culture and their culture.
Adana was send to the empires of the northwest and the cancellor's son was send to the empires of the middle west.
Adana on her travel met a lot of nobel men, but she never found the prince of her heart.
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15c
The Wizard
XV 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.'

by fok 'bs'

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

Although the study-years passed by and she had to return to the empire of her father in the eastern lands.
As soon as she came back, her mother, the queen, started again to torture her.
One day after all these years of torturing finally the king heared about this story and he decided that his daughter had to be married.

The king searched in the east, he searched in the west, he search in the south and he searched in the north.
Finally he found the right person in his opinion.
a well raised and educated young man, who was from a nobel family.
From the first moment Adana liked this young nobel man, but she couldn't feel anything more for him.
Although she decided to marry the king's choice, because she believed, that he will be a carrying and faithful husband.
But how wrong she was. As soon as they were married, this young nobel man turned into a selfish, boring and without fantasy man.
Adana talked about all this to her father, but the king was heartless.
Instet of helping his daughter he send the young couple to the lands of the south.
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15d
The Wizard
XV d

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.'

by fok 'bs'

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

For years they were living there, untill the powerful king of the eastern lands called them back.
Finally Adana could not live anymore under these circumstances and she decided to leave her father's empire and to go to live
in the woods of the west.
There her life was not easy anymore, nobody gave attention to her. So every day she started to seperate from the people around her more and more. Finally she didn't have even the energy to leave her house.
One morning however a little hobbit was knocking at her door. And because this hobbit was with a pure heart,
she started to tell him her whole sorrow.
The little hobbit was just sitting there and was listening, because he understood, that this lovely princess had to tell a very sad story and,
that she had nobody to talk to.
For one year the little hobbit was visiting her and had an ear for all her sorrow and her pain.
But unfortunally one morning when he came to Adana's house, the building was empty.
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15e
The Wizard
XV e

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.'

by fok 'bs'

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

The princess decided suddenly to go and find the cancellor's son, because she remebered all the good time she spent in her youth with him.
She went to the empires in the south, she went to the empires in the west, she went to the empires in the north and she even went incognito to the empires in the east, but finally she found her youth romance in the middlewest.
As soon the cancelor's son recognized her, he couldn't believe to his eyes and his joy was all over his face.
Adana thought, that now she could start at least to live.
But what a disapointment. After one year all magic was gone.
The entertaining and carrying young man had turned into an heartless person, who had only his own joy in mind.
Adana was despered, what should she do now?
She also was very disapointed, she was expecting more from her youthromance.
After one year she decided to leave the middlewest and to return to her house in the woods of the west.
But a big surprise was waiting in front of her house.
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15f
The Wizard
XV f

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.'

by fok 'bs'

One evening as the old wise wizard was sitting as usual on his veranda in his wooden rocking chair, the little nightowl appeared.
'Please, master, tell me a nice story.I don't feel well and I could use one', she asked.
And the old man started: 'Let me tell you an old story about the legendery princess of the east, named Adana.
In ancient days in the eastern lands there was a powerful king with his famous for her beatyness queen. They ruled for many years over the eastern lands. Whatever they wished they could have it, but their deepest desire, a child, was denied from them.
Finally God in his grace gave them a beautyfull daughter.
As the child grow up, she became beautier and beautier. In the end the queen started to become jellows of the beauty of her daughter and everytime she saw her, she said to her, how ugly she is.
The poor child, everytime she heard her mother saying these words to her, was running away.
She had her hiding place near an old tower, where she was crying out her pain next to a spring.
Years were passing by and the queen everytime she saw her daughter, was telling her the same sentence, you are ugly, go away.
And our poor princess was running everytime away hiding at her secret place, where she could be with her pain alone.

The whole time, she was away, the little hobbit was there infront of her house waiting for her. And because he had not moved at all, plants and roots were all over his body.
She couldn't hardly recognize him. It took her also some time to uncover the poor little hobbit.
But it was then, when she discovered, that this little hobbit with the pure soul finaly was the only person,
who loved her realy without conditions.
And that only he would be there for her and her pain.
Therefore Adana decided to give this little hobbit a chance and to life with him.
And I think, that if you would go to the woods of the west, you can still hear their endless conversations.'
'What a lovely story, wise old wizard, thank you', said the little nightowl and disapeared into the night...

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