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An offering for all of those willing to play
to any audience who chance by ... The man was interminably old, at least in contrast to others there in the market place. He had little to offer on his table, at least in contrast to others; and all others acquired more wealth than he, at least by their own measure. What is of note is that the man was always there – open-air-markets, ren-fairs, flea-markets and swap-meets. He was there before others arrived and the last to leave, for with nothing to sell he had an endless inventory. As he had nothing to steal he could leave his stall at will and inclination to wander through the crowd. As he had no demands on his time he also had an endless supply of patience. He was like the hyphen in the descriptions above – of no value, yet essential to the meaning of things. For each person passing his stall paused a bit in mid-stride, smiling or frowning by his nature, but each a different person from the encounter. Before him were three wooden bowls, each with a small sign of universal understanding. A collection of coins and paper lie in each as an indication that others had made a choice, or a hint of value or wish for completion. I watched a while and came to know that many placed offerings there without waiting for their answer or reward, perhaps fearing that others might see them lingering at the stall. No begging was allowed at these places, of course, but he offered service in trade and understood that the greatest value offered was that a person might actually make a choice without risk. In this he was a Seer, or at I call him that – and it might even be a woman within those robes if I dared ask. He gave no indication of seeing much at all for he made the gesture to each person who cast a shadow of presence across his bowls. His hands left their gentle rest beneath his chin and fluttered out and across the bowls in an elegantly simple figure eight, turning palm upward like awakening flowers – petals yearning in extension save that the middle and ring fingers were always touching. In completion his forefingers came to touch and thumb to thumb to form a heart-shape, with his palms spread as if resting on the head of a child. What was seen by each pausing stranger was a reflection of themselves, and a yearning that someday they would find such contentment – for they knew they saw the Seer’s soul in his hands – and that his spirit smiled at them. The first bowl displayed a symbol of an egg with an open eye, which I understood to mean that he would answer any single question truthfully if I would commit to act on the information, for once broken the bonding of ancient knowledge and creation would be broken. I mused on what single question was worthy of an asking, or my taking on such an obligation on faith alone. As it provided a link between past and future perceptions this bowl was of the present. One chance alone in finality. The second bowl had its symbol inscribed within – a spiral that grew as it wound about to escape the lip only to continue outside and down the limits of its universe. I knew this to represent the eternal relationship of growth and balance known as Phi, and that any wish empowered there would ripple forth and help others selflessly, but that I would never see the result of my prayer. This bowl was thus of the future which I could empower if I would accept the lesser part of everything. The last bowl was of the past portrayed by a fragile crystal or irregular facets. Depending on how it was held one could learn how any perception of a past event would affect all later reflections and projections of self. The price is that a person must release some fear, resentment or blame and accept responsibility for their destiny evermore. A moment of holding the crystal could provide enlightenment – while any grasp less that a firm and courageous hand might drop it to shatter into shards of despair. You, most naturally and profoundly, might see different messages in these bowls, or would not risk walking by that table at all. Imagine that you had but one coin … Imagine looking back in reverie and lamenting that you did not make a selection … even worse, imagine shuffling by with eyes cast low and never seeing the Seer at all.
"the more one pretends at magic, the more awe and wonder will be found in real life." Arnold Furst
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