The Search
The Search. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, the seeker sets out on an amazing quest to find the elusive magic wand. For years, the seeker’s imagination reached great heights of expectation, only to be let down by how reality turned out. The seeker was certain there must be a point where reality and imagination meet. This point creates a fresh expression and an amazing cognitive experience. The decision to search is thus made.
One rainy day marked the start of the seekers’ quest for the legendary magic wand. For a few seconds, torrential rain falls, but it soon stops. For hours, this pattern consisted of intense rain, followed by periods of no rain. This weather served as the catalyst for the seekers’ quest. The quest aimed to realize the persistent fantasy that haunted him. Each self-assessment of the seeker’s life showcased his persistent fantasy. It increased his need to pursue the dream to transform his life.
The zigzag pattern of lightning electrified the air. A sudden sonic shock of a thunderclap made it sound like the planet had exploded. The seeker is startled by the abrupt violence in the atmosphere and falls backwards into a tree that at the same time is struck by a lightning strike. The ground beneath the tree erupts. The tree splits in two. The seeker is pushed into the crevice. A hole in the ground, the same diameter as the tree, develops into an abyss or bottomless chasm.
Something as dramatic as this was not on the seeker’s agenda when he set out on his fantasy quest. Before a thought be formed in the seeker’s mind, the environment quickly shape-shifted. A fortuitous lightning strike created a new reality. The soil is making a rumbling sound. It presses hard against the seeker. He descends into a netherworld. This world is diametrically opposite to the fanciful mental images. These were conceived of the illusive magic wand so desperately desired.
The seeker is convinced. He believes he has reached the end of his search for the phantasmic magic wand. This occurs before the search begins. Fragments of the lightning-struck tree are falling as well, giving off a reddish glow as if on fire. As long as the seeker can remember, the delusive appearance of a longed-for reality has comforted him. It has provided endurance in the face of relentless disappointments.
Curiosity appears to have brought about calamity. The search seems to have ended abruptly. The true nature of reality will ever be obscured by a mirage of itself. The window will never be opened. The heat of the day will consume the withered leaf. And even more, the sun will raise in the west and set in the east.
When the conclusion of wishful thinking seemed obvious a vast opening appeared. The clutches of the soil dispersed from around the seeker. The tree fragments that appeared as fire cooled becoming ash carried away by an unknown element. Without wings the seeker glides in an environment of the mind that can’t be described.
The wind was not as the air remained fresh and still. The inner earth became a cosmos unto itself, and every dimension materialized in a single sphere. The mystical magic wand has been found. Its seat of origin is in the disposition of the seeker’s mind. Its ultimate fulfillment is there too.
