Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.
Chapter 105
Dadrie swallows, takes a sip, and then looks at me.
“You have something, a certain certainty, something from which you draw strength. You trust in the ancestors and in the fact that certain events are fixed."
"It can't be a coincidence that I find my sister and have to start a new life."
"Now that the old me, the one who I had to abandon prematurely to survive, is returning I can't believe what I did all those years. And even though part of me would find it easier to believe in nothing than to believe in something I guess you'll never be sure of anything until the moment you die. Then hopefully you have certainty and at the same time, it is of no use to you anymore."
"Yet I feel a need for that entrusting in something, not so much to fill the void. But I feel that it is more me than I previously thought it was."
"Oh, and regarding that meditation, that is something Numico explained to me. He describes it as a search for the power that resides within you and that sometimes has to come from beneath deep layers. A force that can guide, inspire, and warn you."
"By the way, it´s weird but that boy is so convinced that he will speak Sikh that I even started to believe in it. It may not be time yet, but when I go quiet and listen, there is something in me that tells me he is right. It also tells me my new path will begin soon,” he smiles again, this time sincerely.
“You're really starting to become one of us,” I laugh. “And I have to admit that you also sound very convincing when you say these things. I should trust your intuition a little more and my uncertainty a little less.”
We talk, and it´s evident that Dadrie has rediscovered himself, or at least is in the process of doing so. It might be his sister's new life that has given him the strength to also want a new life for himself.
I use the last hours to collect myself, and I repeat the words, 'Tomorrow it must happen, tomorrow it will happen,' until I am deeply asleep. The next morning I wake up with my thoughts still on those words.
None of us found a way in and we have looked at and tried all rational possibilities. But when you have ruled out everything possible, whatever remains, no matter how impossible it seems, is the solution, and so we let this day take its course.
At least we are not going into the city to desperately find what we might have overlooked. Instead of going out, we meditate together. That is, except for Kreytu, who does not feel called to participate in such vague activities. He, therefore, accuses Dadrie of staying with us for too long and asks whether he will need a horse during his next fight or whether he will float on his own.
From Cabilah's looks, I gather that it won't be long before Kreytu will also have to abandon his urban attitude to some extent. Women simply have a subtle influence on their men. They generally know all too well how to make their man comply with their wishes, without him even being aware of their gentle yet purposeful moves.
Together we visualize our meeting with the Sikh; we have done this several times before. Once done we release the energy so that it can find its way, and our image can become reality.
We eat and drink extensively after fasting all morning to use all our energy for meditation. After the meal, we head towards the palace, visiting the stalls on the main market square, where a thousand and one trinkets are sold.
I am amazed by the creativity, which, although subordinate to trade, is nevertheless necessary to invent new products. The narrow streets that lead to the market clearly belong to the traders, from fruit and vegetables to carpets and vases.
All merchandise is displayed in and in front of the small shops, making it very difficult to walk comfortably through the already narrow streets. For a moment, I think about how Retsj would have to maneuver through this.
The high buildings, sometimes connected by arches, serve at the same time as a home and a warehouse. Prices are not realistic; the wealth that the residents possess is necessary to live here because the costs of living are exorbitantly high.
Cabilah and Kreytu still can't get enough of each other. The rest of us stop periodically to give them time to rejoin the group. She refuses to separate their intimately entwined arms, making getting through the streets almost impossible.
The white and yellow buildings become larger as we move away from the market. Their style changes from businesslike to gaudy, with lots of frills, such as waterfalls, high arches, sculpted walls, and several architectural highlights.
However, it all remains insignificant when you compare it to the beautiful castle, with its white columns, golden domes, bridges that seem to float meters high above the ground, and mosaics decorating the floor of the palace garden visible from behind a huge gated wall.
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