CHAPTER 3.

A Recap.

In the previous chapter, we learned about Rudy. A very troubled person. An antisocial and lonely man. Barely makes ends meet on his boring unmotivated job. His wife Ongi had drained his bank account. But luckily, she had gotten some money from her father’s inheritance.

But Rudy is facing some devastating and unexpected news. The kind of news he never expected to hear. That his one and only daughter got into an accident. She is in a coma now.

In the first chapter, Rudy was on a hunt for something. We are not sure exactly what he was looking for. But we could only guess, it might have something to do with saving his daughter’s life? After a long trip, he arrived in a mysterious place where a group of strange people were with him. He clearly showed some suspicion and lack of trust to the point of even trying to escape assuming they were trying to kill him.

Now let’s continue.

PIERCING THE MULTI-DIMENSIONS.

I also started to laugh at myself. Why would I think of that?

Why would they want to kill me?

There was no reason. It must have been a mixture of pebbles and mushrooms dust. And the cactus juice I had earlier.

I was told there might be some hallucinations. Also, there was one weird guy who mentioned something about the dust we breathe, which might allow a person to peer into other realities. And the things I saw were a result of a merged reality from the multidimensional realities?

The old guy explained to me that they don’t know exactly where the Shaman is because he doesn’t have a permanent place. The shaman is always on his spiritual quest, always growing and learning so he is never in one place twice.

As a result, they would need to send a signal for him to come or respond with another signal, then we will know what to do. Moreover, it is not a guarantee that he will show up. Because it all depends on whether I am worthy of meeting him. If I am then he will call me. But in some cases, the shaman may never show up.

Some people have come to me with more problems than me, but the shaman never showed up after waiting for months.

“I knew this was a scam.

“After walking for three long days you are telling me there are no guarantees?”

I yelled at him.

“Give me back my money.”

“I paid so much for you to take me here now you are telling me he is nowhere to be found?”

“Patience! Mr. Rudy Patience!”

He extended his right arm over my shoulder. Looking down on me; with his piercing brown eyes and a covered face like those characters from “Arabian nights”.

Saying.

“The money you paid us was to show you the way. To guide you where the Shaman is. Whatever you do here is up to you. Mr. Rudy.”

“We can lead a donkey to an oasis of water. But we can’t force it to drink water. Mr. Rudy, understand?”

He is using his riddles again. At the time I was furious, but slowly finding my emotions suddenly quenched down like a stick of fire dipped in a pond of water.

“He has a compelling point.

I wanted to come here.

These people are just tour guides. They told me they would help me to get here.

So, I just have to wait.”

Though I wasn’t sure if it was the tone of his voice that convinced me or the logical argument of his statement.