Water. What's it about water? What's it about this force?
I bet you'll want to consume the whole book after reading the excerpts.
‘I’m tired; I’m going to bed,’ he said. ‘But do this exercise now. Call up your intuition again, your secret side. Don’t be concerned about logic, because water is a fluid element, and it does not allow itself to be controlled easily.
But water, little by little and in a nonviolent way, is going to build a new relationship between you and the universe.’ And before he went through the door of the hotel, he added, ‘It is not often that someone gets help from a dog.’
I continued to enjoy the freshness and the silence of the night. The hotel was out in the country, and there was no one there with me. I remembered the owner, who had been to Ipanema; he must find it absurd to see me there in that arid place, burned by the sun that shone down with such ferocity day after day. I was getting sleepy, so I decided to do the exercise right away.
I emptied the remaining water onto the cement and a small puddle formed. I did not have any image or shape in mind, and I wasn’t seeking one. I swirled my fingers through the cold water, and I experienced the same kind of hypnosis that one feels when staring into the flames of a fire. I thought about nothing; I was just playing – playing with a puddle of water.
I made some streaks at the edge of the puddle, and it seemed to become a wet sun; but the streaks quickly rejoined the puddle and disappeared. With the palm of my hand, I batted at the center of the puddle; the water splashed away, covering the cement with droplets, black stars on a gray background.
I was completely lost in that absurd exercise, an exercise that had not the slightest purpose but was delightful to do. I felt that my mind had stopped working almost completely, a feeling I had previously achieved only after long periods of meditation and relaxation.
At the same time, something told me that down deep, in places that my mind could not reach, a force was being born and becoming ready to manifest itself.
Excerpts from 'The Pilgrimage' - Paulo Coelho.
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- Dr. Fluid
