Foxland - Alexey Rybalko 2 стр.

Ha-ha-ha-ha! The image in front of him laughed softly. Im the White-browed Taoist from the Transcendental Huashan Mountains. My name is White Cloud.

Its strange, said Fox. Now I start to have cloudy friends. The last time I talked with White Cloud.

It was me.

But how? Why?

I was the same as now, but your consciousness was not ready to perceive me, thats why you saw me in the image of White Cloud.

Its amazing! But why now do I see you as I see you?

Ha-ha-ha! You have experienced a changed state of consciousness, and it expanded, revealing to your mind the formerly hidden. No one can see more than he can realize.

Why are you here, hermit?

Im here because you are ripe. Haha.

How did I ripe? I hope Im not a fruit or a vegetable?

These words amused White-throated Daos. Fox was like a little child.

You matured in order to see more than you saw before. Im here to show you the Path, so you will not get lost. I will teach you to use your imagination so that you can make the world around you better and more beautiful, so that you and your loved ones were always happy. I will teach you to be IN HARMONY WITH YOURSELF

The image of the hermit gradually disappeared in the air, and echoes in the head continued to sound fading: In harmony with yourself In harmony with yourself Gradually, Fox woke up and lost his weightlessness from surprise. He thumped himself into the water, plunged into it with his head, and after emerging from the water he saw the ordinary world. A world where there was already no Golden Autumn Forest, a world where nature played with natural colors, where everything was real. The world which wasnt empty, and which was inhabited by completely familiar creatures: animals, birds and people.

Episode IV

Reflections

So, our red-haired friend returned to the world familiar to us. And what do you think, where could he get to? Heh, to his native land! Just imagine! In some strange way! Having taken his hat that floated beside him, Fox went ashore and after catching his breath, was surprised to find that on the bank of the river his native forest was coming to an end! On the opposite shore, already began the fields with human settlements in the distance.

After he got back his breath, Fox looked around.

Brrrr! What is this? Some kind of delusion! he couldnt help himself and said aloud.

He bit his paw to make sure he was not asleep right now.

Ouch! It hurts!  Fox again exclaimed aloud,  I do not sleep, that means, now its real. I hope I have not lost my mind.

Ha-ha-ha-ha! Those who are in the right mind do not talk to themselves!  came a piercing voice with a touch of arrogance. At the top of the birch, the Magpie observed what was happening.

Fox jumped in fright and looked around, but after havent noticing anyone, he pricked up his ears.

Who is it? Really, havent I waked up yet? He tried again to bite his paw. This time stronger. It became even more painful.  Oooh! What kind of dreams are those where the pain is felt when you bite yourself?

You are clearly crazy! the Magpie instructively said.

Aaaaaa!!!  Fox clasped his head,  stop talking! Where are you?

Stop panicking! Im here, upstairs! Here I look at you and think: You have become too strange. Once you were asking about gold from me, and then disappeared from the forest. All the animals now and then whisper about where you could go. Some say that people allegedly caught you in a cage; some say you found gold mines somewhere. The other day Jackdaw brought news on the tail. She says so and so, he found Eldorado. The mysterious country of gold and wealth. If you havent died in cells of people, then, therefore, you should be rich? Huh? But, apparently, your wealth drove you crazy.

Eh! Magpie, you scared me badly! Such a thing happened to me! Here you will not believe, as if in a fairy tale I has got!  and our hero told everything that happened to him after he asked advice from Grey-haired Raven.

Well yes! Come on!  blurted Magpie, having heard the story of Fox, listen to that old raven more! Hell tell you! Yes, he doesnt remember his name, probably, and you are asking a piece of advice Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Fool! Magpie laughed arrogantly. Well, why Im here still with you, theres no time. I need to fly faster and tell others that you finally showed up in the forest, and Magpie flew away without even saying goodbye.

Such insolent behavior would enrage Fox that he would have climbed the tree behind her, although he could not climb trees. But not this time. For some reason, there was peace and self-sufficiency. Feeling of lightness and carelessness. How wonderful it is! Probably everyone would be envy him.

Fox lay with his red back on the soft green grass, biting a blade of grass in his teeth. He looked at the blue sky with his clear fox eyes. Rare pinnate clouds floated across the sky. The blue, bottomless sky further emphasizes the state of rest. It seemed so bottomless that you are drawn to fall. Fox even began to catch himself that, with a long glance at the sky, his head began to spin, as if he were looking not upwards, but on the contrary  down from a great height. He was struck by how, at that moment, he was far from the worlds distractions, from everything that had never given him rest before, from everything that could seem a matter of life and death before. He carried his imagination to heaven and imagined that he was looking down from somewhere and saw himself. Here he is, red-haired, lying with a blade of grass in his teeth, so small. Somewhere on the other side of the river people in the settlements are just like ants. Everyone is with his own joys and sorrows. But all this is nothing compared to a huge sky that existed millions of years before the appearance of living beings and the same will exist after their disappearance. Fox was a bit ridiculous from the fact that more recently he was obsessed with finding a lot of gold. But if he wasnt, he would not go to Grey-haired Crow for advice, and an amazing story would not have happened to him, and he would not luxuriate here on the green grass, thinking about what happened.

How amazing it is: the expansion of consciousness pushes the horizon of thinking further away and thoughts of a different order come into your head, as if you raise a step higher. Much, what was complicated before becomes clear now. Questions are born in the head. Many questions other questions which he never asked before. But they are not imposed and do not force to look for answers  the answers appear by themselves. Through the time. Or someone appears who answers the question.

Fox also had different thoughts and questions now. He didnt stop at them. He let them flow like water. Gradually, the thoughts dissipated and left somewhere. The mind was devastated. A clear thought emerged in his head: only Grey-haired Crow would be able to explain to him much, no matter how Crow considered him crazy. Fox quickly got up, spit out the blade of grass:

 Yes, only he!  said loudly, sharply raising his index finger up

To be continued

Episode V

White crow

Who thinks he is able to do can do. And who is not able to do thinks he can not. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.

Yes, only he! said Fox loudly, sharply having raised his index finger up, abruptly stood up and went into the thicket of the forest to the clumsy oak, on which Gray-haired Crow sat day and night, meditating.

Fox walked through his native forest and was glad to see again the places where he used to walk every day. Well, they were now perceived as something different. As if they became a bit unfamiliar. Hmm, strange feeling! Isnt it? Native, but at the same time different.

Look, look!  there were thin voices, strange one is coming! Wink-wink! A rich eccentric! Magpie told the truth! He is back!

A flock of tits was sitting on tops of the trees. They gaily exchanged glances and giggled.

Lets go! We must tell the others so they know!.. they cheerfully left.

And Fox went on calmly. He realized that it was useless to be angry. Now everyone will look at him askance. All due to the fact that he disappeared once in search of gold and then told everything to Magpie. And Magpies that gossip, do not tell her too much.

Mm, the black sheep is coming, Elk said to his wife, Elk Cow, nodding toward the passing Fox.

Uncle Elk, why did you call him a black sheep? a small baby gopher asked the Elk.

Yes, why? Hes not a sheep, and he can not bleat at all, his friend Little Mouse added.

And quite re-e-ed, they added in chorus.

The black sheep are called those animals that are not like everyone else. They are strange and odd. By themselves. Like this Fox, for example.

Ah-ah, I see, answered the little gopher.  Little Mouse, lets run, and well see where the black sheep will go!

Black sheep! Black sheep!  Little Gopher and Little Mouse fled in the distance, teasing Fox, but seeing that he did not react to their jokes, they gradually left him.

Truly, hes strange. He doesnt even being teased, said Little Mouse, its better to play on the lawn.

Meanwhile, Fox was walking through the forest thicket. And the farther into the depths he advanced, the thicker the forest was and the darker. Oh, creepy, man! Brr! Even the sky is not visible beyond the treetops. No ray of the sun can break through here, its gloomily. Although the day is clear and the sun shines brightly. As if you fell in an unknown world of terrible tales.

Finally Fox managed to get to the clumsy oak.

A-ah! The black sheep came! Caw! Gray-haired Crow seemed to be waiting for him, Well, get up to me, tell me what you came with! Har-har-har! The Crow laughed in a senile voice.