He stood there in the mist, just a few feet away from the barbed wire fence and beat-up wooden posts. On the post directly in front of him rests a large black crow staring back at him with its head cocked. But the man stares at nothing. The black crow is as irrelevant as the mist blocking his view.
Because he thinks of nothing and wants nothing, nothing can harm him. Aware of what this omen suggests, he collects the energy around him and transforms it into energies of manifestation. Only when the mind is clear can the practitioner make the transformation.
When the man comes to, his eyes shift down and to the left, to the crow.
“My soul is ready to live the life of my dreams,” says the crow.
“Is yours?” it asks rhetorically as it immediately turns around and flies off into the mist at the flitter of an eyelid.
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