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In his laboratory, which comprised the two rooms in the basement, Paracelsus asked his God, his indeterminate God, any God, to send him a disciple. It was getting dark. The meager fire in the fireplace cast irregular shadows. Getting up to light the iron lantern would have required too much effort. Paracelsus, distracted by fatigue, forgot his prayer. Night had obliterated the athanor and the dusty alembics when there was a knock at the door. Sleepy, the man got up, climbed the short spiral staircase with difficulty and opened a door. A stranger entered. He too was very tired. Paracelsus pointed to a bench; the other sat down and waited. For a while they did not exchange a word. The master was the first to speak. “I remember faces of the West and faces of the East,” he said, not without a certain emphasis. “I don't remember yours. Who are you and what do you want from me?” “My name is not important,” replied the other. “I walked three days and three nights to enter your house. I want to become your disciple. I have brought you all my goods.” He took out a bag and poured it out on the table. The coins were many and gold. He did it with his right hand. Paracelsus, to light the lantern, had to turn his back on him. When he returned, he noticed a rose in his left hand. The rose worried him. He bent down, joined the ends of his fingers and said: “You believe that I am capable of making the stone that transmutes the elements into gold and offered me gold. It is not gold that I seek and if it is gold that interests you, you will never be my disciple.” “Gold does not interest me,” replied the other. “These coins are nothing but proof of my desire to learn. I want you to teach me the Art. I want to walk alongside you on the path that leads to the Stone.” Paracelsus said slowly: “The path is the Stone. The starting point is the Stone. If you do not understand these words, you have not yet begun to understand. Every step you take is the goal.” The other looked at him suspiciously. He said in a clear voice: “But is there a goal?” Paracelsus laughed. “My detractors, who are no less numerous than stupid, maintain the opposite and accuse me of being an impostor. I do not agree with them, but it is not impossible that I am disappointed. I know that there is a way.” There was a pause, and the other said: “I am ready to travel it with you, even if we have to travel for many years. Let me cross the desert. Let me glimpse at least from afar the promised land, even if the stars forbid me access. But before I undertake the journey, I want proof.” “When?” said Paracelsus, anxiously. “Immediately,” replied the disciple with brusque determination. They had begun the conversation in Latin, now they were speaking in German. The young man raised the rose high. “They say,” he said, “that you can burn a rose and make it rise from the ashes, by your art. Let me witness this miracle. marie_rose, blonde_hair, long_hair, twintails, sidelocks, x_hair_ornament, blue_eyes, bare_shoulders, bodysuit, blue_leotard, frills, highleg, blue_detached_sleeves, blue_thighhighs, black_ribbon, gloves, red_bowtie, platform_footwear, Twin Peaks, FWWM, through the darkness of future's past, the magician longs to see, one chants out between two worlds, fire walk with me, detailed background, red_theme
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