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A Silent Walk in the Woods
A Silent Walk in the Woods It’s the first of June. Beautiful sunny day. The play of light and shadow is amazing. This is a pure day. Fantastick the inner silent. I feel it is a very deep meditation. “I am here too. Let us go for a walk for a dynamic meditation.” Said Satan. “I feel this day like a time-travel. This wood is so hermetic.” I said. “Yes. Because this wood was created for a hermit.” Satan joked. “Happy to see you again, dear Satan!” I am very happy with you.” I greeted him. “I also like these little walking philosophies. Let's go into the dark.” Satan drove me. The journey took us deeper and deeper. We entered a vast, deep world. “How do you feel?” Satan asked. “When you are close to me, I feel a very deep fear,” I answered. “This feeling is known by the Catholic Church as holy fear.” Replied Satan. “Priests, monks know this feeling. They just don’t share it. Hmm. Holy secret.” Continued Satas. “Daytimes also following me with this feeling.” But I feel it to a lesser extent.” I said. “You will feel it always. Until the end of your life. You get used to this strange feeling. This is an otherworldly emotion. Feeling. I am always with you. You are already mine. There is no way out. You got a free ticket to a new world. One way. You can’t return. We agreed on something, and you put it in writing. You publicized it on your website. You had big problems. Brain control war. I have tied up all your enemies. All the parapsychologists are there. So, you are mine. You are the price. And you want this new life. You are on my path. This path is just for you. Very special. You are analyzed deeply. You have a great job there!” Satan encouraged me with these words. The walk continued in silence for a few minutes. “Thank you for your trust and acceptance. It is an honor for me.” I answered. “They’re already waiting for you. But you’re so attached to things here.” Satan said. “No. I just want to leave this planet nicely. I said. “That’s right. Fix those things fast.” Said Satan. “Why did you want to kill me last summer?” I asked Satan. “Because the new world wants you.” But do not worry. Life is given to you there.” Satan said. “I want to be there. Just give a few more years.” I asked Satan. “Okay. But these years aren’t free. You will get more jobs.” Satan said silently. “Thank you. I am happy with the job.” I replied. “Great.” Said my Satan. “It was a scary feeling when you wanted to take me away,” I told to Satan. “That is not a human feeling. It is not a scary feeling. Different from all human feelings.” Said Satan. “Human psyche isn’t compatible with our lives. Slowly, you will be changed. You will love this feeling.” Said Satan. “I like and love it, just sometimes too strong. I never felt it before in my life.” I noted. “I didn’t want to kill you. I just needed to take you away.” Satan Said. Sometimes life is happy Sometimes life is sad Everything is changing I cannot find a fixed point No fixed point. No stability Everything is moving People, eras are going, coming Life is death. Death is life But where is mine? I don’t need that I always drop my life At every moment Coming the new one “New life?” Asks Satan “Yes.” There is only one “It’s not yours.” Said Satan “Then?” I asked “For all.” Replied Satan One life for all For all one's life “Infinite and game Please, play.” Satan said. I wake up Sunset Long shadows I go home
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