The Shaman Wants Transcendence

94 – Resurrection, Spring

The old man floated in the air in his cross-legged position and reached right in front of Ella.

Then, as if observing, he carefully examined Ella, and suddenly threw her words.

“I am one of those practitioners who seek to reach the roots of the collective unconscious and gain the truth through mental cultivation. One of those who travel across the surface of this collective unconscious. From this experience. I have no intention of harming you, nor can I harm you, so please listen to me in peace.”

The old man first reassured Ella with his self-introduction.

“This is the surface of the collective unconscious. It is a collection of unconsciousness, a place where the unconscious of those who share the same culture and common sense are gathered.”

He slowly continued her explanation as Ella seemed to let her guard down a bit.

“How to see stars when looking at the night sky in real life. However, the twinkle is simply visible, but the reality is far and far away and unreachable. This place is also like that. The collective unconscious is like looking at the night sky in a dream, so far away. Unreachable, full of dark clouds and dazzling light, it’s hard to even see the light of the star. But if you’re lucky enough to see the light of the star, that’s the surface of this collective unconscious.”

“Yes…”

“However, the surface is great, but not great. It’s a place where fragments from many people’s unconsciousness gather and pile up, but that’s all. Even if corals gather and form an island over time, will it survive? Can an island dominate corals? This is a separate space created by piled up traces, a one-way square where you can cross from dream to here but not from here to dream. However, their traces will remain, and you will be able to see their lives, cultivate and practice based on them.”

Words full of parables.

But Ella felt that she somehow knew.

And did she see through that thought?

The old man stopped explaining.

“You seem to have understood to some extent. Cute child, will this be enough?”

“Ng~”

However, despite the woman’s lively words, the old man continued to stroke her beard as if something was uncomfortable.

“It’s not about digging inside, it’s not worth the price to get a piece of the witches’ collective unconscious by just talking about understanding the surface…”

From noble mtl dot com

“It’s okay! I’m useless anyway. And since I’ve been helpful to my grandfather, that’s fine!”

At those words, the old man opened his mouth, as if he had made up his mind.

“No. The scales must be balanced, and giving and receiving must weigh the same. So I will tell you something that will help you.”

The old man tore off several beads of a rosary and placed them in his hand, breaking them to create a spark.

The burning sparks danced around, then rolled and fell to the floor, bursting into sparkling sparks that circled the old man and her sister.

Then, it moved around, drawing lines and forming planes, the shape of which was like a hard-to-recognize pattern.

“A huge flame will spread throughout the world. The flames that do not come from one place, but from many places, will set the whole world on fire, but will barely keep the breath of life.”

The old man looked at the woman.

“You will live in that flame. The terrible painCuriosity covers it, fear covers it with an inquisitive mind, and only you will live like that. Even if the extremity of the body is cut off and screams, he will not stop picking up unfamiliar things, and even if his vision is cut in half, he will not stop seeking wisdom, so he is truly like a one-eyed god. You must have received their blessings and tasted their slices in their land.”

The old man stopped talking.

Then he closed his mouth and looked at Ella.

“Like a wheel rolls, so fate rolls. Like everything rolls down a slope, the wheel never stops until it descends, and even if there were beaks, the great mass would have broken them all down and ignored them, and they would have continued to roll. There was It has a direction, a destination, and an inertia. It only stopped when it reached the goal of death, so there is only one future. However, the length of the slope is short and the speed of the wheels is fast, so the name finally ends. Because it is lost.”

The old man said that and muttered, frowning slightly.

“However, destiny is variable. A grain of sand can stop an elaborate mechanical device, and a huge waterway can also be changed by human hands. It has bloomed. This is truly a good karma, and the two who have received new life from the blazing flame will now shine and burn until the future they finally reach.”

He said that and closed his mouth.

In front of the old man’s eyes, the sparks were moving nonstop as if they still had a lot to say, but the old man just kept his mouth shut, frowning at what was so serious.

Then, after a while, he opened his mouth.

“The gigantic tenacity will soon be ready to leave its nest.”

He asked the woman with eyes that seemed to be looking into the distance.

“A child without a name. I ask, is it good to save a person in danger of dying?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“Then is it good to save those who want to die?”

“Yes? That’s right. It’s good!”

“Why?”

“Because the act of saving people is itself a good thing?”

“According to you, the action of the one who seeks is good, and it is good to be saved from death no matter what the intentions of the person being saved are.”

“Yeah? That’s right, go?”

“Life-saving is literally a good thing, and it is a good karma. Then I ask you: if there is an animal that, if set free, will continue to injure itself and one day die, it is better to put it on a leash and save its life than to give it freedom. Is it a big line?”

The old man asked.

“The result will be good because lives are saved, and the action is good no matter what the process and intentions are. However, goodness has gravity, and there is right and wrong. It is wrong to release those who yearn for freedom and lose their lives. And is it right to save one’s life on a leash? If saving a life is good, is it not good or lighter to give one’s freedom?”

The old man looked at the woman with deep eyes.

“If only the result is important, how can we live in this world? If we only want the result of goodness, is there no need for anything else? Heaven and earth are gigantic. If you dig that deep, how can you walk around!”

The old man approached the woman.

As if a lot of time had passed, her body was becoming blurry and translucent.

It meant that the time to wake up from the dream was approaching.

“It is the use of useless things. It is true that the result is important, but otherThe things of are also important, so if the result is good and the process is good, there is nothing better than that. There is nothing less, nothing more, nothing more angular.”

“Grandfather?”

“You gave me something precious when I saw you for the first time, and paid an undeserved price for something insignificant. This is clearly a favor. As a seeker of the truth, I have no choice but to return a favor to a favor. So, the remaining cost is a trick. I will replace it by informing you.”

The old man whispered in the woman’s ear before disappearing.

“When you wake up, your benefactor will be there. You say this before he opens his mouth.”

At the end of those words, the eyes of Ella and the woman turned dark.

* * *

Are rich

Ella realized that her own spirit was floating upwards.

Falling into her black space, her breath dripping and making her way, unlike before, was doing the opposite. As if water had a hand, she was pushing and lifting her spirit, and the light that seemed small gradually increased in size and brightened her vision.

The white light changes from a dot to a plane, and the plane soon becomes a space that brightly colors her eyes.

When someone finally paints the brightly dyed vision as if painting a watercolor, and the color takes shape.

She realized she was staring at the hotel ceiling.

“Uh, huh?”

Now that her lost spirit is back again after her horrific abduction, she should shout her cheers for joy in itself, though it’s normal.

Ella couldn’t help but roll her eyes in her bewilderment.

“Uh?!”

For she was naked, not even wearing a thread of her own.

Also, because she had a child on top of her, pressing down on her likewise naked.

Moreover, it is embarrassing to be naked, but there is something like a strange thread connected to her nose and her child’s nose, and following it, a needle was stuck in her nose.

Ella thought it was similar to making potato cells in her science class.

‘By the way, who is this child?’

But here I have a question.

Who is her child, who looks no more than a school-age, who lies face down on her own body, with her weight pinning her down?

Ella tried to wake her up by opening her mouth.

But as if her intentions had been communicated telepathically, the child opened her eyes wide and faced Ella.

Then, with a bashful grin, just like the woman in her dream, she said:

“Hello? Unnie~”

At that radiant smile, Ella couldn’t help but shout her sincerity coming from deep within her.

“Everyone can see that I’m the older sister! I’m like a con artist!”