High Healing Powers

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The only place where anyone could see the majestic dance is a mountain guarded by five other, taller mountains surrounding it in the form of a pentagram. This was a magical place where time, space, and light collided in unusual patterns, creating the shades of purple you would not see anywhere else.

The Purple Mountain, as the center of this magnificent creation was referred to among the Learned, would only allow those with pure heart and clear mind to summon it. If they did, they became healers. And oh, when those few reached the top, they used the purple energy of the clouds as a source of recharging their wisdom and grace as they were the only ones the mountain would ever bestow upon its knowledge and might.

That night, a handsome man was sitting on top of the mountain, meditating in the purple clouds. He was much too young to have reached the top. Several short years before, a wise pure woman brought him in tow and vouched for him. She said the young man had unique abilities that complemented and enhanced her own. "He has the strength and focus I no longer have," the woman explained, "and I have the wisdom he lacks. Together, we can do much good for the people. Our healing powers will be unmatched." The mountain agreed but decided to watch over the young man and mentor him until he matures.

In this session, the young man asked for strength and guidance in healing his partner. The woman who had brought him to the mountain developed incurable cancer in only a few weeks and was not responding to any of his efforts to heal her. The man was meditating, rocking his body back and forth, taking in the rain of energy from the purple clouds, and repeating, "Please give me the strength and wisdom to rid her of cancer. Give me the guidance on how to do it. I can't even imagine how I will go on without her."

The mountain felt a short breeze of insincerity coming from the young man. Against its better judgement, the mountain spirit took a shape of a ghostly elderly woman floating in the clouds in front of the young man's face. He didn't even flinch, knowing that anything can happen on the Purple Mountain.

"Did you have something to do with her getting sick, son?" the old woman asked.

"Of course not! How could you even suggest this? She is like mother to me!"

The woman felt the whiff of insincerity again. She closed her eyes and let the information from the outside world sift through her. She saw something that startled her and opened her eyes.

"Then why did you put the drawing of a crab, the Cancer sign, under her pillow while she was asleep? She collapsed and was taken to the hospital two days later."

"Because Cancer is also her astrological sign!" the man said indignantly. "It was my present for her birthday, to give her some of my strength and focus she needed."

"Birthday presents are not tucked under people's pillows, son," the woman objected. "Did you hope that if she dies all her wisdom will be given to you as you always worked together?"

"Of course not!" the young man said again, and even the mountain spirit couldn't tell if his outrage was fake or genuine. "Nothing is worth her life, not even her wisdom!"

"Alright, because that's not how it all works, son," the woman responded.

"What do you mean?"

"The powers of one healer blessed by the Purple Clouds does not transfer to other healers when he or she dies. You all have to build your own powers and strength, through practice and exercise of compassion."

"Thanks for clarifying this for me," the man said sardonically. "But I always knew that. Now, can I please be blessed with the energy and power to help her?"

"I think you've received enough for today," the spirit woman said. "Go heal someone and come back another time."

"As you wish," the young man said obediently, standing up on his feet from the meditation position.

"Don't go anywhere near your human mentor until you come back here again," the old woman said, vanishing in the purple clouds.

"As you wish," the young man repeated as he started to descend the mountain. "I can't believe she saw my drawing!" he whispered to himself.