Sun.
Bodhilama sat in front of his typewriter. Flashes of enlightenment bursted through his brain. He had a Eureka moment. His fingers flew over the keyboard. He had to capture all his ideas and put them down on paper. Everything else around him was forgotten. Only these words were important. This was HUGE. It would change the world. It brought a new piece to the big puzzle called life. Everything was connected, this connection created a great vision far away in the distance. A big dream that wanted to become reality. Tears in his eyes, a broad smile on his face radiated bliss. It was huge, very huge. It was a mountain to climb.
He stood still.
"My thoughts need clarity. I realize that it is a big amount of work.
It will take time, there need to be a structure, a plan, a strategy.
I will sit with it. Now, there is a Real Life to live."
Earlier this morning, Bodhilama was contemplating about his conflict with the Officials. He doesn't want to wait till they come back to him. Nothing was further from his mind than waiting for the officials to give green light. Bodhilama didn't like putting his fate in the hands of someone else. These scam calls also became more & more frequent. He had to change his keys.
And it was time to leave.
To discuss his leaving plans, Bodhilama called his community.
Over coffee, Sir CJ, the Honey Queen and a sheep sat around a table. After Bodhilama told them that he needed help to find a away out, the ghetto beetle jumped into the air, somersaulted three times and finally landed like an athlete on the table. A buzzing sound came from one of its vents.
"Jo listen, I can help you. I heard from some dwarfs.
They live in the mountains somewhere in the Western Peaks, yo.
They found a Loophole past the Officials through the Rock.
I don't have any Konnex but if you look for them you will find them."
"Thanks Sir CJ, that sounds promising."
"Call me PMW, Bodhi. We are homies now!"
When their five-minute handshake ended, the Honey Queen came over and hugged him.
"My little Bodhi, please take care of you.
Here take this. This is an old honey.
Long ago my ancestors found a way to make very special honey.
Unfortunately, their secrets have been lost with them.
Their last produced honey have since been passed down from generation to generation.
One task as the Honey Queen, is to give the honey to Beings the Queen deems worthy.
Herewith I would like to give you this jar.
Every time my grandmother told me that this honey had a special magic,
she giggled like a crazy old witch. I sometimes really never understood her."
‘‘My Majesty, I bow before you in deepest gratitude.
I will keep your gift in honour."
After saying goodbye to his friends, Bodhilama gathered all the things he needed. Backpack, plants, the U.N.I.D. He went upstairs and got all the letters from his grandparents. While he filled his water bottles, he looked over his shoulders, paused for a moment and then said:
"Roxy!"
"Being."
"I want to leave."
"What do you need?"
"I need to find these Loophole Dwarfs."
"How can I support you with that?"
"Search your Database
& give me any hint about Loophole Dwarfs in the western Peaks.
Keys, name, location, rumours, everything you find.
List all of it clear, detailed & simple.
Highlight the most auspicious outputs."
"It's already processing. Any thing else?"
"Just one thing."
"...?"
"It is good to hear your voice,
Roxy."
"I missed you too,
Fred."
Bodhilama
is free
These are the Letters of Bodhilama, a guy who lives in a time of transformation.
A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
A guy who is a student, teacher & creator of (wild)Planet108.
A solar punk finding his way on the game's journey of life.
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