The Raw Material Of Dreams

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Seed + Fertilizer = Finished Product

I was sitting under a tree on a late afternoon ... many moons ago; it was one of those summer afternoons during which the sun slowly and sweetly melts down into the horizon, hiding under a blanket of colorful gauze-like clouds, all of it conveying warm, auburn, red and burnt yellow shades. One of those moments of ineffable magic that bewitch, cast a spell, make us fall in love and prompt elves into pursuing fairies in the forest, and allure muses into seducing poets …

I was enthralled, distracted with my own dreams, when suddenly a being appeared beside me—like the shape of a butterfly and the silhouette of a woman floating next to me.

At first I was startled. In all of my journeys and all of those years walking round forests and paths, never had I seen a being of such features. She had long hair like a never-ending river, a complexion the color of… sweetness… oh, yes, yes, that color does, indeed, exist… and a tenderness exhibited by wise souls was reflected in her eyes. I realized then that she was a fairy.

She held in her right hand a bright, intense, blue flower with a wooden scent which curiously quieted me down… and in her left hand she wielded an old, very old parchment… held in a leather saddlebag.

She spoke to me in a wordless language, in that language made of whispers which fairies use. She said that she was bringing a message from the woods and that the parchment contained the answer to my queries, but that I could not keep it for me; that I was supposed to read it and then let it sink down for me to retransmit…

It textually said:

I have good and bad news

• The GOOD news is that I will grant you that wish that you harbor, that dream that you so ardently pursue …
• The BAD news is that “I WILL NOT” deliver the finished product…  Years ago I sent you the raw material in the form of a seed… and I also delivered the ability to grow it …

If you ask me for chocolate … I shall always send you cocoa; if you wish for butterflies… I shall send caterpillars and if you wish for confidence I shall inevitably provide fear…

Just as I finished reading I gazed up… the sun was waving good-bye; it was gloomy, silent … and the fairy was gone, with only the wooden scent floating in the air … however, and to my wonder, the parchment which I held in my hands had disappeared … what I held now inside my fist were a few cocoa beans …and my heart was fearsome... and a caterpillar was climbing slowly up my lapel…

Rodolfo Cabrera

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