The Invisible Whisper
Before Passing the Door Threshold

The last words of the master.....

My only clue was the man with the golden flower and the black pearl? A black ball, a ball, or rather a black pearl?

When we were still living by the sea, fishermen sometimes found shells with pearls, in exceptional cases they found black variants. A golden flower with a black pearl, though not, the description felt just right.

Could it be that the evil figures in my dream were the same people that fellow villagers were talking about? It barely worked.

They tell me about friendly strangers. The man who paid for the help received with the beautiful things, that man did not resemble the bloodthirsty monster in my dreams.

I have very little other than that symbol and the travelers who have passed through this area travel south. Those people would have known more about the ruler of that world if there were any. Finding it might help me gain perspective on this growing mystery.

It might even explain what happened to my dream village. Or at least hearing the story of the massacre, I can't imagine it's a common practice in the outside world. There must be a reason, that dream, that meditation, the words of master Enoch continued to pursue me like a shadow.

I'm a blind man who connects the dots. I cannot relate it to this elusive thing that haunts my mind and cannot be captured in a clear picture or feeling.

With my good hand, I took out a pitcher of water and filled the pot that was hung over the fire. I can really use it now. The peace and warmth on this tumultuous day will be of benefit to me.

I took my foot off the leather sandal, threw it aside, and heard the sole of the wood ringing on the rock. This way my feet are in direct contact with the ground where I live, it's good to stand for a moment.

This is an age-old way to release pressure, tension, fear, or pain through your feet. In this way, it can absorb the energy and clean it from all the dirty negative things.

The herbal extract was very beneficial to me, a warm light penetrated my body. I sniffed the strong smell so deep that I could see the roots and plants I was using.

Sitting cross-legged on a low stone table, I lit a new candle. I lit incense in the flame. Not only to clean my hut of negative vibrations but especially to calm the mind.

I need to find the power within, the essence of my soul. So that I allow myself to be guided by my greater self, greater than my own fear or ego. Only He can make the right decision, without being misled by my human nature.

Sipping my drink, I realized it wasn't a coincidence. Too many things are trying to take me in a new direction. All events in a fairly short period of time, all provide encouragement, possibilities, and new changes.

Everything points to change. Someone had opened all the windows and doors of my life simultaneously and a fresh spring storm swept through my dusty life.

I've been stagnating for too long, something will pay off. With this in mind, I put the cup into my mouth and drank the remaining liquid in one gulp. Then, with a louder sound than necessary, I put the cup back on the table.

I cut the cord, at least to myself. I'll explore the map I made. I will search and find answers to questions and images that have plagued my mind for too long.

I rubbed my forehead and hair, took a deep breath, and gathered the courage to get up. Courage is needed, this will be my first step.

Then I looked around for a moment, the stone hut that had been my shelter, suddenly seemed very small. There was nothing more to do here, so I blew out the candles, and got up. This place won't disappear if I leave. He'll be here to come back when I've found what I'm looking for or got tired of looking for.

For the first time, it felt like I could separate myself from this place without disappearing. He would continue his business everyday even without me. And if I were to come back again, maybe with a little effort, I'd be here again

I have chained myself to this place. But now, it suddenly seemed so easy to break those shackles. Yes, the path will be full of obstacles, but it will show a new beauty in my eyes and draw new ideas into my mind.

I can't stay here, this community is amazing, but it doesn't give me the answers I'm looking for. It gave me no challenge, no resistance.

It keeps me in the chains that have stuck in my heart since childhood. The chain that is increasingly intertwined with that heart.

If I don't break free soon, we'll become one. Caged for a lifetime with grief, which reminds this village.

Now how do I do it? This never happens, it doesn't even make sense to some people.

That I, the hermit, of all men wander into this world, without knowing where to go or what to do. Not as a scout, not as a merchant, not as an expedition. But as a loner, without purpose. But I am sure without a doubt that my destiny has been determined.

Just before I crossed the doorway, I realized something. It would be unwise to tell anyone about my departure. The decision to leave was only the first step and I might take it in a hurry. Not that my preparation should also be done in the same way.

By the way, it is very likely that I will overturn my decision, it is much easier if no one knows about it.