If you were to ask Mam Jak she would sit and think a long time. She would do this in order to form the words in a way that can express what she so clearly and intuitively knows.
It is a warm evening, but a hint of the winter yet to come is breathing along the valley floor. The fire has burned low, and the embers dance into the clear night sky.
This is what she would say:
"Be not afraid of magic: some are born magic, some achieve magic, and some have magic thrust upon 'em - hehe, which preferably leaves only their
smoking boots!."
"Rusty, we choose which shadow world we wish to see. For the fighter, there is rock solid reality - they see no shadows because they run into into the light, into battle. Or because for some, there are no shadows, because there is no light. Your monk friend is powerful, but Crinna
sees the world as a shadow of her mind. She seeks to know it better by knowing herself - yet she knows nothing of true enlightenment - she looks in the wrong direction.
"There is Huitzilopoctli and Quetzalcoatl.
"That is all that matters.
"We are not in a world of shadows, squinting internally the better to see - we are luminous and the world is alight. We bask in the glow and warmth of the Divine. It is we who are their
dreams, and we dream ourselves because they will it."
The embers settle slightly and the fire seems to sigh.
"What shadows will you see Rusty? What do you see in the sand?"
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