The animals were exhausted, and the men talked among themselves less and less. The silence was the worst aspect of the night, when the mere groan of a camel—which be- fore had been nothing but the groan of a camel—now frightened everyone, because it might signal a raid. The camel driver, though, seemed not to be very concerned with the threat of war. He thought that the horizon was a bit lower than it had been, because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself.
There, in front of him, where the small stars had been the night before, was an endless row of date palms, stretching across the entire desert. He was at home with the silence of the desert, and he was content just to look at the trees. He still had a long way to go to reach the Pyramids, and someday this morning would just be a memory.
But this was the present moment—the party the camel driver had mentioned—and he wanted to live it as he did the lessons of his past and his dreams of the future. The world speaks many languages, the boy thought. People were shouting at the new arrivals, dust obscured the desert sun, and the children of the oasis were bursting with ex- citement at the arrival of the strangers.
The alchemist saw the tribal chiefs greet the leader of the caravan, and converse with him at length. But none of that mattered to the alchemist. He had already seen many people come and go, and the desert remained as it was. He had seen kings and beggars walk- ing the desert sands. Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees, he thought. He decided to concentrate on more practical mat- ters. He knew that in the caravan there was a man to whom he was to teach some of his secrets.
The omens had told him so. He hoped that it would be someone as capable as his previous apprentice. He had only one explanation for this fact: things have to be transmitted this way because they were made up from the pure life, and this kind of life cannot be captured in pictures or words.
Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the Language of the World. They were surrounded by children, curious to look at the animals and people that were arriving. The silence of the desert was a distant dream; the travelers in the caravan were talking inces- santly, laughing and shouting, as if they had emerged from the spiritual world and found themselves once again in the world of people.
They were relieved and happy. They had been taking careful precautions in the desert, but the camel driver explained to the boy that oases were always considered to be neutral territories, because the majority of the inhabitants were women and children.
There were oases throughout the desert, but the tribesmen fought in the desert, leaving the oases as places of refuge. Since they were visitors, they would have to share living space with those who lived there, and would be given the best accommodations.
That was the law of hospitality. Then he asked that everyone, including his own sentinels, hand over their arms to the men appointed by the tribal chieftains. Meanwhile, the boy thought about his treasure. In his pursuit of the dream, he was being con- stantly subjected to tests of his persistence and courage.
So he could not be hasty, nor impatient. If he pushed forward impulsively, he would fail to see the signs and omens left by God along his path. God placed them along my path.
He had surprised himself with the thought. Until then, he had con- sidered the omens to be things of this world. He had never thought of them in terms of a language used by God to indicate what he should do. They were people of the desert, and clamored to hear his stories about the great cities.
The boy told them about his life as a shepherd, and was about to tell them of his experiences at the crystal shop when the Englishman came into the tent. An al- chemist would probably live in a manner that was dif- ferent from that of the rest of the people at the oasis, and it was likely that in his tent an oven was continu- ously burning.
They searched everywhere, and found that the oasis was much larger than they could have imagined; there were hundreds of tents. He should respect tradition. The Englishman was disappointed. It seemed he had made the long journey for nothing. The boy was also saddened; his friend was in pursuit of his Personal Leg- end.
Maybe no one here knows what an alchemist is! Then a man approached. Another man appeared. He was older, and was carrying a small bucket. The boy repeated his question. Only when he consents.
Then leave with the caravan. But the Englishman was exultant. They were on the right track. Finally, a young woman approached who was not dressed in black. The boy approached her to ask about the al- chemist. At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him.
When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert.
Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen—the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing.
He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grand- parents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant.
There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Maktub, thought the boy. And the girl pointed to the south, indicating that it was there the strange man lived. And the boy sat there by the well for a long time, remembering that one day in Tarifa the levanter had brought to him the perfume of that woman, and realizing that he had loved her before he even knew she existed.
He knew that his love for her would enable him to discover every treasure in the world. The next day, the boy returned to the well, hoping to see the girl. To his surprise, the Englishman was there, looking out at the desert.
I told him what I was seeking, and he asked me if I had ever trans- formed lead into gold. I told him that was what I had come here to learn.
The poor Englishman had traveled all this way, only to be told that he should repeat what he had already done so many times. I love you. I have crossed the desert in search of a treasure that is some- where near the Pyramids, and for me, the war seemed a curse. The boy looked around him at the date palms. He reminded himself that he had been a shepherd, and that he could be a shepherd again.
Fatima was more impor- tant than his treasure. The boy went to the well every day to meet with Fatima. He told her about his life as a shepherd, about the king, and about the crystal shop.
There are powerful forces on both sides, and the war is impor- tant to both armies. Then, you taught me something of the universal lan- guage and the Soul of the World.
Because of that, I have become a part of you. I have forgotten about my past, about my traditions, and the way in which men of the desert ex- pect women to behave. Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed that the desert would bring me a wonderful present.
So now, I fear nothing, because it was those omens that brought you to me. And I am a part of your dream, a part of your Personal Legend, as you call it. If you have to wait until the war is over, then wait. But if you have to go before then, go on in pursuit of your dream.
The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes. He thought of all the married shepherds he had known. Love required them to stay with the people they loved. He told Fatima that, at their next meeting. They become a part of everything. And then the other women are happy because they believe that their men may one day return, as well. I used to look at those women and envy them their happiness. Now, I too will be one of the women who wait.
I want my husband to wander as free as the wind that shapes the dunes. And, if I have to, I will accept the fact that he has become a part of the clouds, and the animals, and the water of the desert. He wanted to tell him about Fatima. He was surprised when he saw that the Englishman had built himself a furnace outside his tent.
As the Englishman stared out at the desert, his eyes seemed brighter than they had when he was reading his books. To do that successfully, I must have no fear of failure. He wandered for a while, keeping the date palms of the oasis within sight. He listened to the wind, and felt the stones beneath his feet. Here and there, he found a shell, and realized that the desert, in remote times, had been a sea.
He sat on a stone, and allowed himself to become hypnotized by the horizon. But Fatima was a woman of the desert, and, if anything could help him to under- stand, it was the desert. As he sat there thinking, he sensed movement above him. He watched the hawks as they drifted on the wind. He followed the move- ment of the birds, trying to read something into it. Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.
He felt sleepy. In his heart, he wanted to remain awake, but he also wanted to sleep. When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought. The vision vanished immediately, but it had shaken him. He had heard people speak of mirages, and had already seen some himself: they were desires that, because of their intensity, materialized over the sands of the desert.
He wanted to forget about the vision, and return to his meditation. He tried again to concentrate on the pink shades of the desert, and its stones. The boy recalled what he had seen in the vision, and sensed that it was actually going to occur. He rose, and made his way back toward the palm trees.
Once again, he perceived the many languages in the things about him: this time, the desert was safe, and it was the oasis that had become dangerous. The camel driver was seated at the base of a palm tree, observing the sunset.
He saw the boy appear from the other side of the dunes. The camel driver understood what the boy was say- ing. He knew that any given thing on the face of the earth could reveal the history of all things. The desert was full of men who earned their living based on the ease with which they could penetrate to the Soul of the World. They were known as seers, and they were held in fear by women and the elderly. Tribesmen were also wary of consulting them, because it would be impossible to be effective in battle if one knew that he was fated to die.
The tribesmen preferred the taste of battle, and the thrill of not knowing what the outcome would be; the future was already written by Allah, and what he had written was always for the good of man.
Where was his horse? What kind of blow should one deliver next in order to remain alive? Many of them had been right about what they said, while some had been wrong. Then, one day, the oldest seer he had ever sought out and the one most to be feared had asked why the camel driver was so interested in the future. He wrapped the twigs in a piece of cloth and put them back in his bag. There, I can read the past, discover what has already been forgotten, and understand the omens that are here in the present.
The future be- longs to God, and it is only he who reveals it, under extraordinary circumstances. How do I guess at the fu- ture? Based on the omens of the present. The secret is here in the present. If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity. And God only rarely reveals the future.
Why was it that he wanted the boy to serve as his instrument? They believe that if they have to know about something Allah wants them to know, someone will tell them about it. It has happened many times before. But, this time, the person is you. And he decided he would go to see the chiefs of the tribes.
When he emerged, it was with a young Arab, dressed in white and gold. The boy told the younger man what he had seen, and the man asked him to wait there. He disappeared into the tent. Only the lights in the great tent remained. During all this time, the boy thought about Fatima, and he was still unable to understand his last conversation with her. Finally, after hours of waiting, the guard bade the boy enter. The boy was astonished by what he saw in- side.
Never could he have imagined that, there in the middle of the desert, there existed a tent like this one. The ground was covered with the most beautiful car- pets he had ever walked upon, and from the top of the structure hung lamps of handwrought gold, each with a lighted candle. The tribal chieftains were seated at the back of the tent in a semicircle, resting upon richly em- broidered silk cushions.
Servants came and went with silver trays laden with spices and tea. The atmosphere was suffused with the sweet scent of smoke. There were eight chieftains, but the boy could see immediately which of them was the most important: an Arab dressed in white and gold, seated at the center of the semicircle. At his side was the young Arab the boy had spoken with earlier.
And he told what he had seen. The boy became fearful; the omens told him that something was wrong. He regretted having spoken to the camel driver about what he had seen in the desert.
Suddenly, the elder at the center smiled almost im- perceptibly, and the boy felt better. But the boy was already used to the Language of the World, and he could feel the vibra- tions of peace throughout the tent.
Now his intuition was that he had been right in coming. The discussion ended. Then he turned to the boy: this time his ex- pression was cold and distant. All of us know that whoever believes in dreams also knows how to interpret them.
His name was Joseph. He, too, was a stranger in a strange land, like you, and he was probably about your age. The Tradition saved Egypt from famine in those days, and made the Egyptians the wealthiest of peoples. The Tradition teaches men how to cross the desert, and how their children should marry. The Tradition says that an oasis is neutral territory, because both sides have oases, and so both are vulnerable. Everything we know was taught to us by the desert.
The meeting was over. Through- out the entire day we will be on the lookout for our enemies. When the sun sets, the men will once again surrender their arms to me. For every ten dead men among our enemies, you will receive a piece of gold. Arms are as capricious as the desert, and, if they are not used, the next time they might not function.
He was twenty min- utes from his tent, and began to make his way there. He was alarmed by what had happened. He had suc- ceeded in reaching through to the Soul of the World, and now the price for having done so might be his life. It was a frightening bet. But he had been making risky bets ever since the day he had sold his sheep to pursue his Personal Legend. And, as the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. He had lived every one of his days intensely since he had left home so long ago.
If he died tomorrow, he would already have seen more than other shepherds, and he was proud of that. Suddenly he heard a thundering sound, and he was thrown to the ground by a wind such as he had never known. The area was swirling in dust so intense that it hid the moon from view. Before him was an enormous white horse, rearing over him with a frightening scream. When the blinding dust had settled a bit, the boy trembled at what he saw.
Astride the animal was a horseman dressed completely in black, with a falcon perched on his left shoulder. He wore a turban and his entire face, except for his eyes, was covered with a black kerchief.
He appeared to be a messenger from the desert, but his presence was much more powerful than that of a mere messenger. The strange horseman drew an enormous, curved sword from a scabbard mounted on his saddle. The steel of its blade glittered in the light of the moon. This man looked exactly the same, except that now the roles were reversed. It drew a droplet of blood. The horseman was completely immobile, as was the boy.
In his heart, he felt a strange sense of joy: he was about to die in pursuit of his Personal Legend. And for Fatima. The omens had been true, after all.
Here he was, face-to- face with his enemy, but there was no need to be con- cerned about dying—the Soul of the World awaited him, and he would soon be a part of it. And, tomorrow, his enemy would also be a part of that Soul. They wanted to save the oasis.
Tomorrow all of you will die, because there are more men at the oasis than you have. Allah taught me the language of the birds. But he kept the sword in his hand. The stranger was speaking of things that very few people knew about. Because the desert tests all men: it chal- lenges every step, and kills those who become distracted. The same hand that had brandished the sword now held a whip. The horse reared again, raising a cloud of dust. The hand with the whip pointed to the south. The boy had met the alchemist.
The mounted troops entered the oasis from the north; it appeared to be a peaceful expedition, but they all carried arms hid- den in their robes. And they attacked an empty tent. The children had been kept at the other side of a grove of palm trees, and saw nothing of what had happened. The women had remained in their tents, praying for the safekeeping of their hus- bands, and saw nothing of the battle, either. Were it not for the bodies there on the ground, it would have appeared to be a normal day at the oasis.
The only tribesman spared was the commander of the battalion. That afternoon, he was brought before the tribal chieftains, who asked him why he had vio- lated the Tradition. The commander said that his men had been starving and thirsty, exhausted from many days of battle, and had decided to take the oasis so as to be able to return to the war.
The tribal chieftain said that he felt sorry for the tribesmen, but that the Tradition was sacred. He con- demned the commander to death without honor.
Rather than being killed by a blade or a bullet, he was hanged from a dead palm tree, where his body twisted in the desert wind. He repeated his story about Joseph of Egypt, and asked the boy to become the counselor of the oasis.
He eventually sighted a single tent, and a group of Arabs passing by told the boy that it was a place inhab- ited by genies. But the boy sat down and waited. Not until the moon was high did the alchemist ride into view. He carried two dead hawks over his shoulder. So I have come here. It was a tent like many at the oasis.
The boy looked around for the ovens and other apparatus used in alchemy, but saw none. There were only some books in a pile, a small cooking stove, and the carpets, covered with mysterious designs. The boy suspected that they were the same hawks he had seen on the day before, but he said nothing. It was better than the scent of the hookahs.
He has begun to try to understand the desert. The boy understood. Another person was there to help him toward his Personal Legend. You already know all you need to know. I am only going to point you in the direction of your treasure. In my own country, I would be a rich man. She is a treasure greater than anything else I have won. It was the most delicious wine he had ever tasted. Camels are traitorous: they walk thousands of paces and never seem to tire.
Then suddenly, they kneel and die. But horses tire bit by bit. You always know how much you can ask of them, and when it is that they are about to die. The alchemist was ready, and he mounted his own steed and placed the falcon on his left shoulder. He wanted to say so to the alchemist, but he was afraid of the man.
They reached the rocky place where the boy had seen the hawks in the sky, but now there was only silence and the wind. And then the boy understood. He loosened the reins on his horse, who galloped forward over the rocks and sand. Advancing slowly, they searched among the stones. The alchemist stopped abruptly, and bent to the ground. There was a hole there among the stones. The alchemist put his hand into the hole, and then his en- tire arm, up to his shoulder.
His arm seemed to be battling with whatever was in the hole. Then, with a motion that startled the boy, he withdrew his arm and leaped to his feet. In his hand, he grasped a snake by the tail. The boy leapt as well, but away from the alchemist. The snake fought frantically, making hissing sounds that shattered the silence of the desert. It was a cobra, whose venom could kill a person in minutes.
But even though the alchemist had put his hand in the hole, and had surely already been bitten, his expression was calm. He must know how to deal with the snakes of the desert. With its blade, he drew a circle in the sand, and then he placed the snake within it. The serpent relaxed immediately. You found life in the desert, the omen that I needed. His heart was heavy, and he had been melancholy since the previous night.
To continue his search for the treasure meant that he had to abandon Fatima. The tribal chieftains will appreciate what you do. And your camels will bring you wealth and power. Because what kept you at the oasis was your own fear that you might never come back. At that point, the omens will tell you that your treasure is buried forever. The boy remem- bered the crystal merchant who had always wanted to go to Mecca, and the Englishman in search of the al- chemist.
He thought of the woman who had trusted in the desert. And he looked out over the desert that had brought him to the woman he loved. They mounted their horses, and this time it was the boy who followed the alchemist back to the oasis. But that night, as he had watched the cobra within the circle, the strange horseman with the falcon on his shoulder had spoken of love and treasure, of the women of the desert and of his Personal Legend. And he immedi- ately felt peace in his heart.
Two hours before dawn, he awoke one of the boys who slept in his tent, and asked him to show him where Fatima lived. They went to her tent, and the boy gave his friend enough gold to buy a sheep.
Then he asked his friend to go into the tent where Fa- tima was sleeping, and to awaken her and tell her that he was waiting outside. The young Arab did as he was asked, and was given enough gold to buy yet another sheep. The Arab returned to his tent to sleep, proud to have helped the counselor of the oasis, and happy at having enough money to buy himself some sheep. Fatima appeared at the entrance to the tent.
The two walked out among the palms. I love you because. No reason is needed for loving. I sold crystal and crossed the desert. And, because the tribes declared war, I went to the well, seek- ing the alchemist.
My father went away one day, but he returned to my mother, and he has always come back since then. They walked a bit farther among the palms, and then the boy left her at the en- trance to her tent. But everything had changed. The boy was no longer at the oasis, and the oasis would never again have the same meaning it had had only yesterday. From that day on, the oasis would be an empty place for her.
From that day on, it was the desert that would be im- portant. She would look to it every day, and would try to guess which star the boy was following in search of his treasure. That she was waiting for him, a woman awaiting a courageous man in search of his treasure. From that day on, the desert would repre- sent only one thing to her: the hope for his return. And one can always come back. But the boy knew that he was referring to Fatima.
The desert, with its endless monotony, put him to dreaming. The boy could still see the palm trees, the wells, and the face of the woman he loved. He could see the Englishman at his experiments, and the camel driver who was a teacher without realizing it.
Maybe the al- chemist has never been in love, the boy thought. The alchemist rode in front, with the falcon on his shoulder. The desert nights were cold, and were becoming darker and darker as the phases of the moon passed. They went on for a week, speaking only of the precautions they needed to follow in order to avoid the battles between the tribes.
The war continued, and at times the wind carried the sweet, sickly smell of blood. Battles had been fought nearby, and the wind re- minded the boy that there was the language of omens, always ready to show him what his eyes had failed to observe.
A while ago, I rode through the desert with a man who had books on alchemy. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey. You need to learn only one thing more. In those times, the Master Work could be written simply on an emer- ald. But men began to reject simple things, and to write tracts, interpretations, and philosophical studies.
They also began to feel that they knew a better way than oth- ers had. Yet the Emerald Tablet is still alive today. As he drew, the boy thought of the old king, and the plaza where they had met that day; it seemed as if it had taken place years and years ago.
The boy tried to read what was written in the sand. The Emerald Tablet is a direct passage to the Soul of the World. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that, through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom.
To darasal yah baat sach sabit hoti hai aur iss ladke ke batane ki vajah se vah pahle se hi taiyar mukhiya jit jaata hai aur khus hokar uss ladke ko dher sara inaam aur ek badhiya naukri offer karta hai. Vahi par use ek kuye ke paas ek Fatma naam ki ladki se mulakat hota hai jisase use pyar ho jaata hai to vah sochta hai ki itna saara inaam mila ha aur saath me ek achhi nuakri to ab mai iss ladki ke saath yahi ghar basa kar rah jaata hu. Lekin jab vah apni uss premika se batata hai apne sapne ke baare me to vah kahti hai ki tum jab isi ke liye nikle aur itni paresaniya sahi to tum jawo aur ise pura karo mai tumahara intezar kar lungi.
To iss tarah vah apna safar suru karta hai lekin use ab yahi se safar me sath chalne ke liye ek Alchemist mi jaata hai jo ki tambe ko sone me badane ka kaam karte the. Tabhi bich safar me Dono ek kabile ke mukhiya dwara giraptaar kar liye jaate hai aur inka sab kuchh le liya jaata hai tabhi Alchemist kabile ke mukhiya se bolta hai ki yah ladka apne aap ko hawa me badal sakta hai.
To mukhiya kahta hai ki thik hai agar yah baat sach nikli to hamare aadmi tumahare safar me madad karenege aur jhut nikli to sajaye maut di jaayegi. To alchemist use batata hai ki tum apne upar sirf vishwas rakho aur kuchh nahi baaki iss kaynaat par chhod do aur ladka uss alchemist ke anusaar vah apne andar sirf vishwas paida karta hai ki vah yah kar sakta hai aur uske iss viswaas se baadlo me halchal hone lagti hai aur garam havaye tufan ki tarah chalne lagti hai jisase uss kabile ki saari chije tahas nahas ho jaati hai.
Aur bas itne se hi kabile ke log dar jaate hai aur mukhiya unhe chhod deta hai aur safar me unko madad deta hai aur alchemist yahi se apna rasta pakad leta hai jaha ki use jaana hota hai. Aur Vahi kHudayi Suru Karta hai tabhi vah daku aur lutere type ke log vah aate hai aur ulta samjhte hai ki yah khuchh jamin me chhupa raha hai aur usake paas jo hota hai chhin lete hai.
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