Sometimes, as I wrote before in this blog, destiny is already designed, and you just have to listen to the energy and the voices inside you to know which is the right way you have to follow.
Once upon a time there was a Colombian man in New Zealand. He was visiting the main cities, but he also wanted to see the small places where the beauty of a country is hidden. He heard of a small town close to Wellington, and he decided to go and find out how this town looked like. On his way there, he met someone in the bus who caught his attention. She was an old lady that was looking at him right into his eyes. He looked back. He knew who she was.. there was not a single doubt, she was a witch. The wart on her nose said enough. They aproached and started talking about destiny, about the energies that bring humans to find their ways in the world, that help them to find their place in life. Suddenly, she looked deep into his eyes. She told him that he should go to meridian 53, where his energies came from. The man, very surprised, listened to the woman and went back to Wellington as if nothing had happened.
Some years later he attended a course in Mexico which was related to his interests in astrology. There, he met a fortune teller. She told him that she could see him in other lives, and that she could see the number 52 everywhere. She said he should remember this number because it would show him the way he should follow. The Colombian man payed very much attention to what the fortune teller said. The number 52, what could it mean?
Back at home he went to visit his mother. She told him she was worried because of her daughter (the sister of the man, let’s call him Sigmund). Sigmund’s mother thought that her daughter was having some kind of problems she could not talk about. Lately, their calls were starting to be shorter, and her answers were hiding something. Sigmund, without doubting it a single moment bought a flight to Hamburg, where his sister lived. His mother was right, Dorothy was having some problems, although they were nothing they had to worry very much about. He started to like the place, and he stayed there for a couple of years. He studied in univertity and settled his life in a small flat in the outside of Hamburg. One night, he had a dream. He was a small boy again, he was in his home town in Colombia and Alberto, his best friend for life (or at least he thought so) was next to him. They were in the geography lesson and the teacher was talking about Scandinavia. Albert told Sigmund that when he would grow up, he would go to Norway. “I will go to Sweden instead”, said Sigmund. Exactly in that moment he opened his eyes and woke up. In the middle of the darkness he couldn’t distinguish the furniture in his room, nothing made sense, it felt he was still dreaming, and all he could see brightly was that fortune teller telling him to remember that number, 52, 52, 52!
Next morning, the sun was shining, people were rushing as usual through the city to their jobs and kids were going to school. Sigmund was taking his coffe with milk and toasted bread with jam. He hadn’t slept since he woke up in the night. Number 52, Sweden, Alberto. Everything made sense. He knew he had to listen to this, his dream was not something he should forget. He remembered the day in the bus, in New Zealand, the witch, meridian 53. He opened Wikipedia and checked which countries and cities were in meridian 53. He felt his heart beating harder and the room was suddenly getting smaller. Stockholm was in the meridian 52.8. he could not think any longer, in his mind there was only that city, that country, that number. Without realising it, he was buying a flight to Stockholm.
Stockholm, what a wonderful city. It was a cold 16th of December, there was snow everywhere and people was inside the old caffes in Gamla Stan taking maybe a warm cup of chocolate. Christmas was coming soon, and in Stortorget there was a Christmas market where one could find all kind of hang made toys, tools or decoration. There was also a small shop where one could buy a cup of Glögg. It looked very exotic to Sigmund, and he decided to give it a try. He sat in a banch in the old square and drunk this typical Swedish drink. Suddenly he started to feel dizy, everything around him was turning, he could hear the beat of his heart, he felt cold and warm at the same time. He needed help. Someone from the other side of the square was looking at him. It was a small man with a leather hat and big boots. Sigmund was getting scared. He didn’t know why he was feeling so weird, and he didn’t know why this man was looking at him. He just wanted to go home, so he started to run through the small streets to reach the subway. When he was almost there, in one dark corner he found the small man again. Sigmund stopped, he was paralized. The small man told him not to be scared. There was nothing to fear. “Sigmund, I know you, I know where you come from. I knew your grandmother. Come with me, I have something that belongs to you”. Sigmund was very scared and denied to walk with him, on the one side he didn’t trust him, but on the other side, he was very curious about this meeting. Then, he asked the small man about the name of his grandmother and he was astonished by the answer. It was right. The small man continued speaking, his eyes were very big and his voice entered through Sigmund’s ears like a melody. He told him that he had to give him something. He searched in the pockets of his jacket and found something that was covered by a piece of leather. The small man put it in Sigmund’s hand. It was an old amulet, said the small man, and it would lead Sigmund’s days. He was so curious, he opened his hand and found a silver ring with a very beautiful pearl that changed color. He looked up to thank the small man for his present, but there was nobody over there. It was too late and he was alone, in a dark corner in the old city. It was starting to snow again and he went to the subway.
The next morning he cleaned the ring, and put it on his finger. It looked wonderful. He felt very special, he felt he could fly, that he could jump in front of the train or the bus, and nothing would happen to him. He felt bigger than the rest of men, he felt he had the power to reaqd the mind of people with only looking into their eyes. A mixure of feelings of power and weakness were getting the control of his days. He felt good and scared at the same time, and decided that he should take the ring away from his finger. He didn’t know what to do, and decided to call a good friend of his family who was a cardenal in Rome, who he knew very much about amulets. The cardenal told him that this kind of rings were very dangerous objects with powers that could affect him. Sigmund had to get this ring out of his life, although he could never get it out of his mind. He listened to his old friend and focused on finding a way of getting rid of the amulet.
Days went by, and Sigmund was coming back to normal life. He loved to walk in Gamla Stan, through the old streets, he loved the smell of the great cakes that where characteristic of the Swedish caffes. He liked to look at the lovely old houses and the windows that housewives took so much care of. One afternoon, when the sun was hidding he was having a nice walk and he discovered a door of an old house which was half opened. He became curious and decided to look inside. He could not believe it. There was a woman knitting a big blancket. She looked at him and said: Sigmund, welcome back. I think you have something that doesn’t belong to you, or at least not yet. You were given something that you have to learn to control, that you have to learn to understand, but it is dangerous if you keep it. When you feel ready to have it you will find me again and I will give it to you. Now give it to me.
They both knew what she meant. Sigmund opened the pocket of his jacket and touched the pearl of the ring. Before giving it to the old lady he looked at her. The wart on her nose told him that he could trust her, as they had met before.
And this is how sigmund ended up in Stockholm.. and he still lives here.
al mismo tiempo sigo manteniendo la coraza .. de la que hablo en el anterior “post”.. pero voy dando la “password” a algunos/as (que tambien las hay..) que muestran las habilidades requeridas.. 
Comenting..