My GuruToday is a good day; for today I will finally put my story into words and you willwatch as it unfolds onto this blank canvas. I must start with my affliction – Icannot say or mark an inscription using a fifth sign. To put it simply, I can say‘a’, ‘b’, ‘c’ and ‘d’ but I can’t find a way of saying a fifth sign.My story has no start, apart from my birth, but I will start with my arrival in adistant country, a long way from my town of growing up. On my arrival, I wasthirty-four and it was not a product of a conscious pick. My arrival in this smalltownship was a total shock; I’d found out that I was in a conundrum.Swimming with copious amounts of piranha fish wasn’t an option I was goingto follow.But, I saw an amazing sight; right in front of a crumbling old shack in a townthat civilisation long forgot, my childhood guru was stumbling, half falling andhalf walking. Curiously no outfit was worn though a nasty chill was all aroundand against all odds my guru was smiling. I, too, was grinning, until a primalguttural wail that could only haunt and chill was soon coming from his mouth.That was my ‘hi’ to a town that I would, on occasions, call
.My living in
didn’t start brilliantly, first I lost my coat, bag and most of my worldly goods and if that wasn’t hard to stomach I found my mind wasplaying tricks. Not during days but at night I would cry, wail and howl, and Ididn’t know why, but this township with it’s rundown shacks and archaicbuildings with no humans in sight, a bit of a ghost town, hurt my soul andwould drain away my spirit and so I would start crying. For four days I was allon my own as my guru was not around, and I would hurt and my body wouldshout “pain” almost constantly.Whilst you scan my words, I am trying hard to think of worlds long lost andnow sought to fill my mind’s jigsaw so that I can inform you of this story.Many days past, copious moons ago, I thought of nothing, of nobody andwithin I would fly missions and a singular thought always swam around mymind: whom can I trust?On day six I again saw my guru, by now I had found a part of
that hada vibrant social community and had found a location in which I could stay. Itwas a spot in which I could build a habitat and prolong my mission, which wasto know and study from my guru.I think that you as a bookworm of my story, must know of my days prior toarriving in
I want this story to contain clarity, and so I will impart toyou, my actions from my young days, but first I must inform you about whatmy guru saw within my disposition. I was in my room in my living spot within
and my guru, who was by my right hand, said that as a guru it was notdifficult to spot magic in my body and within my soul. Not pink magic, butscary black magic that could hurt and maim.