C ' is a tree in the center of the universe, it is a party and is also the creator.
Its roots are intertwined everywhere embracing all the worlds visible and invisible and its branches, its leaves, flowers and fruits are the stories of these worlds.
Among these there are four branches that now seem dry and ugly, ghosts seem to be wrapped in mist and the four roots from which they draw their sap are also weak and purulent. They are the branches of poverty.
beginning was not so, these were the first four branches from which all others could draw lifeblood and grow.
The first branch is the mirror image of the first root and poverty of spirit :
when the tree, he saw himself first and was glad basking pleased with his appearance, in so doing he forgot who he was and where he came from.
believed himself to be the only and independent of the others. The fog of illusion separating wrapped it (apparently) from the rest. Its root is weakened by attracting all sorts of demons deceiving.
was so poor in spirit.
The second branch is a mirror image of the second root and is the poverty of thought: the tree "separated" from its original source, he saw only the appearances, the invisible world, the essence, little by little became inaccessible, so he thought that everything was limited to the causes and effects of what he saw and experienced with hand.
It created endless complex theories and no way out.
His ideas, thoughts and labyrinthine changing as the days that followed.
So the branch weakened the weight of thought and was shrouded in fog.
The second root is weakened and drew her to him all sorts of crazy demons.
The third branch is the mirror image of the third root is poverty and Soul :
crazy because of the demons that enveloped the second root, the third, closely related to it, it was completely eroded. The third branch then produced distorted emotions of anger, hatred, resentment, violence and all sorts of emotional aberration.
Poor branch in panic closed in itself same thinking that anyone could hurt him in seeing others do not love but only the most sombre emotions, emotions that actually arose in him, but he did not know.
The third root is twisted to the point in itself by becoming invisible. He was surrounded by the spirits of darkness that concealed in a black spot the other.
The fourth branch is the reflection of the fourth and the root material poverty latter had been separated from the others because the third was rewired in itself is obscured.
The root then thought of being alone and isolated.
The branch did not give more flowers or fruit, and so he thought to steal them, but whenever he was in possession of something, it showed fragile and short-term, sometimes even useless.
Every action of his time since then was to invent the biggest tricks to get more and more because everything's out of hand.
faded flowers and fruit growing. The branch was wrapped in fog.
The fourth root is depleted so as to appear dead for ever, only the spirits of the captive souls lived there.
tree maker at that point was never seen more beautiful and cultured despair began to cry and cry, cursing, railing against everything and everyone that is against its creation and against himself, but this he did not know.
Then he felt the victim of an evil destiny and anger turned to pity, but nothing happened, you could see even more ugly.
He had tried everything: he created entire worlds and yet finally felt immensely lonely and useless.
Then something happened to him.
a giant lightning bolt from heaven suddenly rushed onto the final breaking and upsetting every form this "order" is established.
tree exhausted and trembling, he asked: "Who am I, because 'I am here, where I come?"
At that moment, from the rubble of her shattered world began to gently bubbling a small source of fresh water and spray the roots clear that bringing new food. The roots of the expanded new life coming from the trunk up to four branches illuminated by the light shining they sprout new leaves, flowers and fruit.
The blinding flash suddenly went out. Everything disappeared for a moment forever. And there was silence. Then when the light returned, the world appeared suddenly saw the whole tree was created as if in a dream, a beautiful dream, full of beauty and love which appeared luminescent forms coming and going light and fast. For every thought of love and gratitude, a new flower bloomed and the same good-natured and evanescent images.
He closed his eyes for a moment and it was silence again, they reopened the universe reappeared.
WAS A GAME FINALLY FREE!
was a wonderful dream! And it was the "moment" of darkness, where nothing appeared, where not even he knew to be more, giving him that food, that strength to create a universe of love and beauty, and finally to understand the meaning
