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Short story ...


Turak was walking in the huge room full of books.
File of words in columns up to the ceiling , he did not know why he had found there, but it included having to search for something.

In total silence and total , just the smell of aged paper and wood shelves was the only sensory presence .

Suddenly a have broke the silence ; three strokes one after another warned him that the time had arrived to leave the room and go to sleep ; one last look and unhurried turned to the only exit door of the room, when a crash stopped him on his way.

In no more than five feet away from him was , lying on the floor, an antique book open to page twenty-four , he bent down and picked it up and began to read it.

" The shamans of ancient Mexico called allies inexplicable forces acting on them.
This , because they thought they can use them at will, the belief that almost proved fatal , since what they called allies , are incorporeal beings in the universe .
The contemporary shamans call them inorganic beings .
Ask what the function of the allies is equivalent to asking what is to us men in the world.
There we are, and that's it.
The Allies are just like us and perhaps existed before us. "

(Carlos Castaneda )

He read three times in the song and closing the book went to his room to lie down .
As he entered he heard a very strong scent of incense , as if an invisible incensiera moved right under his nose ; moved to the window and threw it open to air the room, but at that moment , a huge butterfly emerald green color , as big as a cat came flapping his wings and stood above her bed .

Looked puzzled , unable to say anything, even the mind was still. After a few moments he began to wonder how there could be a butterfly as big and bright as if phosphorescent then .

He tried to approach moving slowly , but suddenly that animal flew away uttering a sound that seemed like that of a tuning fork , so having to plug their ears with their hands.

He rushed to the window to follow their flight and saw her disappear in a strange blue haze ; closed the windows and went to bed.

He spent a restless night full of fantastic and unusual dreams , waking up at the crack of dawn found on the nightstand next to the bed an inscription left on the dusty floor : " A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing , when in fact he knows nothing . " ( Castaneda )

Stunned sat on the edge of the bed and was astonished to read and re-read the one written , then began the timely mental question : "But who had done it? " of course, no answer was valid, but the most difficult question to be answered was where she had come from the dust , as the room had been cleaned two days before , and no other object was covered in dust , and then by so much dust ...

He got up and went into the bathroom , on his return to the phrase had disappeared as it was written on the sand before the high sea.

He smiled , opened the window , looked at the view , enjoying the cool of the morning and looking up to heaven he had thanked the experience to take with them and tell.

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