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THE SOUL-PEARL... Part Fifteen. THE SOUL-PEARL... Part Fifteen. Stinger-Scorpion rested the Soul-Pearl back on the Pedestal and the three friends inspected it very carefully, moving around it and peering sharply. “I still can’t see anything. Can either of you, Stinger-Scorpion or Nipper-Crab?” asked Slippery-Fish. Neither Stinger-Scorpion nor Nipper-Crab could see anything different to the Soul-Pearl and said so. “Please, do not look at the Soul-Pearl as you would normally look at things.” said the Wishful-Hopeful. “A normal look is just a glance. I ask that you allow your eyes to stay on the Soul-Pearl as one would look into a Crystal-Ball.” Slippery-Fish peered rather than stared at the Soul-Pearl. He saw its milky luminosity cloud than clear over, so that he began to see a hair-line crack which encircled the Soul-Pearl. “I can see a join in the middle of the Soul-Pearl!” he said excitedly. “That’s good, Slippery-Fish.” said the Wishful-Hopeful. “Now pick up the Soul-Pearl and twist both parts.” Stinger-Scorpion and Nipper-Crab held their breath as Slippery-Fish picked up the Soul-Pearl and did as the Wishful-Hopeful directed, twisting both parts. “Look!” exclaimed Nipper-Crab excitedly. “It’s coming apart!” The Soul-Pearl had opened into two parts, opening to expose what lay inside. “Look!” cried Stinger-Scorpion. “It’s the Chalice! It’s the same one that the Plate-Spinner made! It's the same one which Slippery dropped and smashed!” The three friends stared at the Chalice in amazement. “How did it get into the Soul-Pearl?” asked Stinger-Scorpion. “This Chalice.” said the Wishful-Hopeful, as he removed the Chalice from the Soul-Pearl and holding it up. “Is really what you seek. The Pearl is simply a container and rather like your bodies, your frames, which carry the Chalice of Emotions that allow you to see Reality-Colours.” “I am not sure I understand you.” said Stinger-Scorpion. “But what happens now?” “Take this Chalice, my friends, and go to the Font. Dip the Chalice into the water and then bring the Chalice back here.” replied the Wishful-Hopeful as he handed the Chalice to Stinger-Scorpion. Carefully, Stinger-Scorpion took the Chalice and filled it with water from the Font then handed it back to the Wishful-Hopeful. “Now, my friends.” said the Wishful-Hopeful. “I want you all to close your eyes and I will hold the Chalice up to your lips where you shall take a drink. When I tell you to open your eyes you will see all the Wonders of the World. But I shall warn you to remember all the lessons you have learned, before you drink,and become Wise-Beings." The three friends stood straight and closed their eyes, sensing the nearness and warmth of the Wishful-Hopeful as he passed from one to the other. Each felt the wetness of the water, feeling the Chalice on their lips. Each drank from the Chalice with their eyes still closed. “Now, Wise-Beings, you may open your eyes.” came the words from the Wishful-Hopeful. The lights seemed to explode as they opened their eyes, swirling into a multitude of star-bursts in all brilliant colours which burst new highlights and the three friends cried out in amazement as the World about them became a rainbow of natural brightness. It was a myriad of stars of all shapes and dimensions of colour. “Do you see now?” asked the Wishful-Hopeful, holding up the Chalice. Do you feel how your emotions swirl and swivel with new feelings and seeing the truth of this World?” For a longest of times the three friends could not speak, except to stare around them and seeing reds, blues, yellows and greens, a world away from the black, white and greys they were used to. “It’s so wonderful!” gasped out Stinger-Scorpion at last and realising now that those long stalk-things with black heads on them were the most gorgeous flowers of many different shapes and brilliant colours. Such brilliance also gave a sharpening to the sense of smell so that Nipper-Crab breathed deeply, for a first time gaining a sense of perfume from the flowers and in the air. “Do you see this Chalice?” asked the Wishful-Hopeful as he held it aloft. “Do you see its colour now? Instead of the black shape, you can now see the colour of Gold.” “It is beautiful!” exclaimed Slippery-Fish, adding that he would like to own it. “That is the power of colour, my friends.” said the Wishful-Hopeful. “When it appeared colourless you had no desire to own it. Now you see the raw beauty of Gold you desire it and might fight for it had you not learned not to be greedy. A Wise-Being has no wish to own but to share.” In that instant, on hearing the words which came from the Wishful-Hopeful, Stinger-Scorpion, Nipper-Crab and Slippery-Fish knew that they had no desire to own the gold Chalice or any other richness. They had the riches of the world right there, within themselves. For they shared the natural beauty of colours with all forms of life. They were now the Wise-Beings. “Your work is done here. It is time for you to return to Cuttlefish-Avenue, And it's there you can teach the folk and allow them to see Reality-Colours.” said the Wishful-Hopeful in a gentle voice. “Can you please explain how we can allow the folk to see Reality-Colours? And how are we to get back to Cuttlefish-Avenue?” asked Stinger-Scorpion. “When you get back to your people." answered the Wishful-Hopeful. "You will remove the Bucket from the Wishing-Well and replace it with the Chalice so that the folk can lower the Chalice into the water and then raise it up and drink from the Chalice." “I understand that. But how do we get back to Cuttlefish-Avenue?” insisted Stinger-Scorpion. The Wishful-Hopeful smiled. “Open that door to your right.” he said. Stinger-Scorpion opened the door and then stood back in sheer amazement as bursts of colour seemed to fire off like rockets, spraying flashes of illumination which filled the Hall with coloured sensations. “I have never seen such brilliance!” shouted Nipper-Crab, speaking at last. “What is it?” asked Slippery-Fish as he reached out, as if trying to touch the colours. “That, my friends.” explained the Wishful-Hopeful. “Is the beginning of the Rain-Bow. It begins here. It is the Fount of Colour. But more importantly is this. Do you see where the Rain-Bow ends?” Peering through the exaggerated colours of the Rain-Bow, Stinger-Scorpion pointed in excitement and called Nipper-Crab and Slippery-Fish to come and see. “Look, both of you! Look down there! The Rain-Bow ends in Cuttlefish-Avenue! Right in the town center! It reaches straight down into the Wishing-Well!” For a time the three friends stood in the doorway, staring down to where the Rain-Bow ended in the Wishing-Well. “Look!” laughed Nipper-Crab, pointing down. “There’s Solly, the Mayor… And there... Can you see the Townsfolk walking about, like the smallest of Ants?” “Isn’t it strange how they draw water up from the Wishing-Well and drink it. Yet they cannot see the Rain-Bow or any colours!” exclaimed Slippery-Fish. “That’s because they have not drunk the water from the Chalice.” said the Wishful-Hopeful as he joined them to peer down at the scene far below. “And that will be our job as Wise-Beings. To explain about the seven Colour-Sins and then allow them to drink.” added Slippery-Fish. “What happens if one of the Townsfolk drinks the water from the Chalice before we can warn them about the Colour-Sins?” asked Stinger-Scorpion. “Then they never get to see any colours. They will they become the Greys. The Greys have no sense of guilt or conscience. Only Reality-Colours can produce Emotions and only Emotions can give a sense of guilt, conscience, of empathy and sacrifices.” said the Wishful-Hopeful. “Gosh! I have the power of Reality-Colours and I am a Wise-Being. I fully understand the sense of Emotions and can really feel sorry for those who are emotionless. I would hope that I can help everyone become wise in this way.” said Stinger-Scorpion, taking his eyes away from the scene below. “I was wondering.” broke in Nipper-Crab. “How are we to arrive back home? To join the folk down there?” he added, pointing downwards. The three friends turned to look at the Wishful-Hopeful, who had smiled before walking through a wall into another room. “Come through and join me, my friends.” His voice came through the wall and the three stood looking at each other. Then Stinger-Scorpion walked directly at the wall and both Nipper-Crab and Slippery-Fish saw him pass straight through the solid brick. Quickly they followed Stinger-Scorpion, joining him and the Wishful-Hopeful in a small room. “Do you see what this is?” asked the Wishful-Hopeful as he pointed to the tin bath which sat in one corner. “Bless me!” exclaimed Slippery-Fish, instantly recognising it. “That’s our old Boat!” he shouted. “How did it get here?” asked Nipper-Crab, scratching his head. “And look at the colour of it. It is silver all over!” “And there’s the mast! It's still intact!” exclaimed Slippery-Fish as he inspecting it and then realising the sail was made from the scales from his back. “No wonder I was always feeling chilly. Especially on my back!” he exclaimed as he looked accusingly at Stinger-Scorpion and Nipper-Crab. “We are sorry, Slippery-Fish.” they both apologised, now feeling guilty over stealing the scales from Slippery-Fish’s back as he had slept on the beach. “Kneel down, Slippery-Fish and I will plait them back.” said Nipper-Crab, first removing the white fleece he had put on earlier and then carefully put the scales back into place so that Slippery-Fish felt his back warm up immediately. “Can you tell us if the Boat will get us home and if so, how does it do that?” asked Slippery of the Wishful-Hopeful. “It is perfectly simple.” The Wishing-Hopeful replied. “You just sit in the Boat, all three of you and ride down the Rain-Bow.” “We won’t fall out, will we? I mean, it’s a long way down.” said Stinger-Scorpion, looking at the tin bath rather dubiously. “I assure you, my friend.” replied the Wishful-Hopeful. “There is no chance of that.” “Then let us go!” exclaimed Nipper-Crab, now anxious to leave and return to Cuttlefish-Avenue. Together the three friends lifted the Bath and walked straight at the wall. Once more they felt the full force of sheer colour which flooded the room. “If you set the Boat down here and seat yourselves in it you may start your journey home.” said the Wishful-Hopeful as he indicated a place close to the door opening. “Hold on tight!” shouted Stinger-Scorpion to his two friends, feeling the Boat rise and begin to float. “Do not forget to take the Chalice with you.” said the Wishful-Hopeful, handing Stinger-Scorpion the Golden Cup. “Go well, Wise-Beings!” Then he seemed to change shape, becoming blue smoke and drifting away and to mix with the colours of the Rain-Bow. There was no sound nor any real sensation of movement as the Boat rode the downward path of the Rain-Bow. There seemed to be flashes of brilliant colour changes, from reds to greens and yellows like a series of mood flashes which gave the three friends different feelings, of joy and enthusiasm. “Where have you three been?” asked Jeremiah Duckworth, jumping up from beside the Wishing-Well and letting go of Winnie Shrew’s hand. Winnie Shrew began to run away, crying out in alarm at the sudden appearance of the three friends who had climbed out of the tin Bath. Jeremiah Duckworth stared at the three friends and was suddenly aware that they appeared different. He looked at each of the three friends in turn, seeing each of them had some kind of shimmering white light around them. “What are those marks on your foreheads?” asked Jeremiah Duckworth, pointing at their heads. “Gosh!” exclaimed Stinger-Scorpion as he looked first at Nipper-Crab and then at Slippery-Fish. “You have both got a Gold Star on your forehead!” he exclaimed. “So do you, Stinger!” said Nipper-Crab. “We must have got them as we came down the Rain-Bow.” “How did you get here? You just appeared!” said Jeremiah Duckworth, still staring at them in a puzzled way. “Of course.” said Nipper-Crab, smiling. “Jeremiah cannot see the Rain-Bow. He has no knowledge of colours.” “Jeremiah.” instructed Stinger-Scorpion. “Go to the Mayor’s house and ring the Town’s Bell so that all the folk of Cuttlefish-Avenue know we need them to gather here at the Wishing-Well.” Jeremiah ran and the three friends heard the Town’s Bell clanging away. The Townsfolk all came out of their houses, calling to each other and running towards the Wishing-Well. Stinger-Scorpion reached over the top of the Well and untied the Bucket, to replace it with the Golden Chalice and then wound the handle so the Chalice descended into the water. “It’s full of water now.” said Nipper-Crab, peering down into the Wishing-Well and indicating that Stinger-Scorpion should draw the Chalice up. “What is going on here?” demanded the Mayor as he lead the folk to crowd around and stare at the three friends. “I will ask you, friend Mayor, to be seated along with the rest of you.” said Stinger-Scorpion, indicating the rest of the Townsfolk. The Mayor was not too happy at being asked to seat himself and fearing a loss of authority. At the same time he was wary of offending these three friends who seemed to shimmy under the strange white light. Suddenly there came murmurings from the back of the crowds. The crowd parted as the figure of the Stick-Insect-Guru appeared, carried in the Bucket by the Bucket-Boys. “Do you not see, Mayor?” said the Stick-Insect-Guru. “That these three are Wise-Beings. Do you see the marks on their foreheads?” The Mayor knew better than to offend the Stick-Insect-Guru. So he bade the rest of the Townsfolk to do as he did and sit down. “Now, my friends.” said the Stick-Insect-Guru to the three friends, seating himself at the same time. “Please tell us what you have learned from the Wishful-Hopeful and what you have in that Chalice that you hold in your hands." Thanking the Stick-Insect-Guru for his help, Stinger-Scorpion began to tell the Townsfolk about the Reality-Colours and the Seven Soul-Sins and of the new sense of Emotions and Feelings which colours would give. Having finished explaining what would happen when the Townsfolk had drunk the wasters from the Chalice, Stinger-Scorpion held the Chalice up. “And now, my friends. Come and drink!” he said. The Townsfolk of Cuttlefish-Avenue all queued up behind The Stick-Insect-Guru and Solly the Mayor. Slippery-Fish lowered the Chalice into the Wishing-Well, scooping up the water and passing it from mouth to mouth as all the Townsfolk drank. Cries of amazement came from every mouth and with eyes open wide all the Townsfolk saw the Reality-Colours and felt the swirl of Emotions caused by the Seven Soul-Sins. They knew now, how to behave as all people should. And this same Wishing-Well water runs beneath all the towns and cities of the whole wide world so that it gets drawn up into the taps of all the kitchens and bathrooms. And that's why everyone who drinks the water can see real colours and feel emotions... 
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I really enjoyed this tale and it's never too late to periodically re-examine ourselves to see where we fall short of the mark. Complacency can be a comfortable companion as well familiarity. Thanks for giving pause to thought 
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Great ending to a lovely tale, the story of life as it should be lived.  Now Mr Ron, what's next on the agenda ?
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lovely stuff. I will be late for class tomorrow, going off early and back late. Have no fear I will pop in to say hi to Alex and Richard at some stage 
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Good afternoon to you Missus Maudie... Well, I thought I would ease away from the fairy stories and get on with a more intellectual pursuit. The story is The Astromates, you know the one, young lady, the one with Alex and Richard! I will continue right through, with all four books so I shall be here long after I have expired and shuffled off something!...lol.
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