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My Guru Today is a Good Day;

My Guru Today is a Good Day;

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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
Latima
.My living in
Latima
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 
Latima
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
Latima.
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
Latima
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.
 
I had always known that my mind had links that didn’t function as you or Iwould normally think. As a young boy, about four I think I was, I first found outabout my flair for disruption. My mum, may god look happily down on mymum’s final habitat, first took a punch from my magic as I got angry and hitout hard. Mum couldn’t work out what I did; mum had a look of confusion anddrawn across my mum’s old facial cracks was shock. As I saw my mum falland crash downwards, I stood, waiting for my fury to pass.And so, I was first conscious of a dormant control that I could allow to run riot.But, what was this unusual clout that I had? And how was I to control it? As Igot old, I taught my mind how to act and how to control my cravings andlongings. I found that I had a growing difficulty in controlling my faults andbolts of hurt sought to flow out of my body.Occasionally I fought in vain and I involuntarily struck out against my wantscausing hurt to any individual in my way. I was out shopping as my worstclash struck down a non-guilty participant. A bolt of my fury caught a younglady who was passing by and not causing any harm. But, this amazing ladywound up my spirit and bought on my lust. Hitting a lady with a bolt of blackmagic obviously wasn’t a way to sort out my mood of lust. But that’s what Idid. This girl was cut down, and a loud cry of pain rang out across a crowd. Iwas in a conflict situation and I did what I could to avoid it – I ran straight intoa group of burly guys. It won’t shock you if I was to say I got into a fight. I didand I won. It was only a skirmish and I got away with hardly any marks or bumps. Two days past and shocking information on tv: a young woman whowas out shopping was now not living. It was my attack that was at fault.I was a criminal and now had no option but to abscond from this country of mybirth. From my childhood an opportunity took form and a shadowy body frommy past was big in my mind. This guy had always hung out in my nightthoughts and this odd man had told my night adaptation that his tag was guru.During my visitations to my night locations, my guru told his story. I can onlyinform you of a small bit of what was told. On an individual occasion I waswith my guru in an amazing and wondrous land. I took his hand and thoughtabout his way of living, “I find it magical and invigorating” was all that my gurusaid. Surprisingly at this unknown location, twilight would always last for sixlong witching hours, during which hawks, dogs and wild cows would roam withgay abandon. Fading light didn’t distract my guru from his calling; wildanimals didn’t disturb him. Whistling bought a hawk to him, and I caught myguru murmuring, tiny sounds not words fall from his mouth as if a salmonswimming in a brook. I turn to my guru, within is an air of calm tranquillity; Inod to him admitting that his faith is all knowing. Following this I amconscious and I am lost but calm.My guru would habitually visit and I would find out additional information abouthim and this land, which I would soon grasp as
Latima.
So I had to start amission in pursuit of my guru, I had to hunt down my spiritual conductor. I hadto pack my bag; into a small black holdall I put a t-shirt, hat, pants, a hamsandwich and a jug of squash and by kissing my cat, Snowy, I said goodnight

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