The third pearl was white. Or rather, it was
transparent. It was not light, but it diffused
light. On looking at it, one was enlightened.
One could see the right path to follow, the
counsel one could suggest, the solution one
had been looking for for such a long time. By
means of this pearl, life became
straightforward, things fell into place as well
as relationships between creatures, with their
original transparency. In giving this pearl to
the Newborn Child, the King wished to hand
over to him all his wisdom ; his intelligence
and his spirit.
So it was that the King, holding tightly onto
his casket containing these three unique
pearls set out on foot. As you can imagine, the
journey was very, very long and more than
once the procession had to stop on the way
because of unforeseeable events. When he
arrived at last in the country where the Star
stood still, the King noted a strange noise
coming from the surrounding towns and
villages. It was like a great lament that
nothing could console. The King's heart was
torn with grief and he was wondering what
it could be when one of his heralds came to
tell him that a barbaric order from Herod had
spread death and destruction in the homes of
the Jews, by slaughtering all male children
under the age of two. Hardly had the herald
finished his horrifying story than a woman
with a tortured expression on her face burst
into the inn where the King had stopped over.
She was clasping to her breast a child with
terror visible in his eyes and she said she was
being pursued by Herod's murderous men.
