Subsequent entry, old seer

"Don't you believe me? ", the man of action crossed his arms in front of the chest. Then he stood up and ran away sulking.

"Let him go", smiled the scholar. "Well, the old seer." He rubbed the chin. "Let us see. There were the old seer and there was a walking apart of people. We should take the words of the man of action with a pinch of salt because he has to maximize an effect. He must produce a drama that carries the respective people away . I think before we deal with the old seer - and we will do that, long and detailed - you should interpret things in relation to you. "

"Let's look at the story once roughly. There are the old seer. This may be my generation, or the generation of the grandfathers. Look at the spiritual darkness. This could mean that the man of action not necessarily think of you as the brightest bulb. He looks into the future and sees that your spiritual dark phase will end in the future and he thinks of the others who are scattered - widely scattered. It is your story. "

Somehow I am disappointed. I do not know quite why. Perhaps because the story of the man actually was not bad. "Then he lied?"

"No, you can not say that. There is a growing number of unconscious men of knowledge, each element in the story of the man of action has occurred. But if you analyze major stories, then there is a simple scholar rule. The scholar must be crystal clear. But how could he be clear if he doesn't know his personal concern? "

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You see? If you read myths, fairy tales, annual reports, watch news or hear them. Question always, what does it mean in relation to me how would it be if it would be my story. So you learn the story of your concern. You feel, where you sense intense feelings , where your mind is not free. Relive them only, and then let it go. Then you're free to approach the questions you go through, then you can have clear ideas. But before you can face the old seer, you must first face yourself."

"And that is a broad field," I sighed.

He nodded. "Yes, yes. Step by step. But look who has come. She has brought you a story"

Brown hair, a friendly smile. Miriam came in and settled in the chair where the man of action had sat.

I nodded to her.

"My story is the water of life"