Fools move somewhere half way between the
heavens and the earth. It should hardly surprise us to find one
merrily dancing above the clouds on the top of a mountain.
a blessing to be a fool. People always sensed that fools were
accorded special Divine privileges, and they often held their fellow
beings afflicted with a degree of foolishness, in a high esteem.
Those among us who could afford it, often employ personal fools;
many kings had their jesters who could speak the truth to their
faces, without fear of being punished or even
Since its inception, the world has been compelled to
bear a constant stream of fools, but has anyone wondered where fools
come from? Perhaps they are being continuously born from the Cosmic
Egg, and blown by the winds of universal breath, they are scattered
into all corners of the Universe. Breathing is a slow form of
combustion; isn't the never ending production of fools meant to
prevent the Universe from being covered by eternal ice? Indeed, snow
bearing clouds come each time humanity decides that it is tired of
looking at their mentally handicapped and offers them the comfort of
living in isolated institutions. On the other hand, everlasting
summer reigns where the population can still look with the smile of
understanding and appreciation on the resident village idiots.
fool creates havoc wherever he sets his foot, but he can also help
to relieve overloaded minds of tensions, he can conjure up a smile
on sullen faces by crawling under surmountable obstacles, by turning
up with beer instead of water he was supposed to bring, or by
delivering vinegar instead of the requested beer. When the
atmosphere becomes too heavy with ideological conditions,
exhilarating jokes are invented by fools. It might land them in jail
for a while, but from a cohort of fools a whole legion of rational
killers will eventually beat the retreat.
Our Fool wanders as if
he hadn't a care in the world, in his jester's apparel, a walking
stick in one hand and another over his shoulder that supports a
hanging purse. He lacks care, the world that lies below his feet is
still waiting for his birth, he is going to stroll into it and
unpack everything he owns from his bundle. We are all born naked and
most of us believe that we do not bring anything with us, that all
is provided for us by our parents. But is this true? A staggering
number of consummate fools are born to absolutely normal parents.
When a child of ten, born to and raised by an artistically
non-gifted and tone deaf couple, suddenly begins to compose music,
could it be because of something that he brought with him, something
that cannot be suppressed by environment, by education, by
rationality, by anything? There is a great mystery surrounding the
contents of every newly born child's bundle and it is only revealed
much later, whether he or she is destined to become just another
average citizen or to astonish everyone around, even the whole
The Fool's future is about to unfold. At the moment he is
still in a timeless zone, but his first conscious step will lead
over a cliff, he will fall into a precipice that is the human
existence, perhaps fascinating and desirable, or miserable and
lamentable, yet unavoidable. He may sense how useless any
procrastinations would be, that may be why he keeps his gaze fixed
on the distant horizon, ignoring everything, even the small dog who
frantically tries to stop him by hanging onto his trousers, tearing
it off and revealing the Fool's proverbial naked bottom. The Fool
wants to go, he wants to fly, he does not want to be slowed by
lower, animalistic instincts. He wants to be human, he wants to make
human errors and he wants to learn from the experience.
has fallen over the Fool's past and the one in front of him is yet
to be raised. It would be an opportunity to contemplate the future
that awaits him in the vast space below his feet, if only he could
think with any clarity, if only he could use this brand new
instrument, the human brain. But the incarnating spirit's connection
with the body is still incomplete and loose, all he can do, is
dream. He is aware that someone or something is trying to enter his
dream, he allows it to proceed and hears a small voice near his
- Hey, you, Fool!
The Fool has no idea
who is talking to him.
- Can you hear me, Fool?
Who are you? Where are you hiding?
- I'm your
inner voice, you carry me within your purse.
The voice seems to
come from the end of the stick over his shoulder. Again, it talks to
- Do you know where you are going?
well, ... I'm not sure... I think, I'm about to enter another life.
- Indeed, you are. But this life will be different than
those you have lived before.
- Why should it be
- Because you desired it to be so and you have
accepted certain conditions.
- I don't remember anything.
- No, you wouldn't. That's why I'm here, to remind you of
- Did I make any foolish promises?
may have, but you are the Fool. As such you are best equipped to
handle the situation. Others come into the world carrying purses
that often contain many talents they have been developing over their
past incarnations. They are committed to developing them further and
this can be a burden to them, it can deter their spiritual advance.
You have no such ties, all you carry with you is your inner voice,
you can stay focussed on your spiritual life.
- Am I
meant to become a monk, or something like that?
didn't say that. On the contrary, your's will not be a life of
contemplation, it will be full of action, with many adventures.
- I'm looking forward to that.
- So you
should. But I have to forewarn you, there will be some weighty
- These trials, will they be very dangerous? Will
I have enough courage to face them?
- You will know that
only when they come to you. But others have faced them before you
and many have passed. The only difference is that in your case they
will come in a quicker succession, so you'll have to keep going, you
cannot afford to remain inactive. Always act as if there were no
- What about you, will you be helping me?
I will do my best, but it's not that simple. The problem is
that you might not be always able to hear me.
- Why? I can
hear you very well.
- You can hear me now, but later you
might be too busy listening to others and not to your inner voice.
We will keep in contact while you are a child, but as you will grow
up, you will inevitably begin to draw away from me and perhaps
forget me altogether when you have reached adulthood.
How can you be so sure of that?
- Because that's the way
of you, humans. No matter how loudly your inner voices keep yelling
into your ears, you stubbornly refuse to listen. I'm resigned to it,
because I know that you are meant to make mistakes, it's the only
way you can learn.
- Maybe I can have something that would
remind me of your existence.
- What, a knot on your
hankie? You will be born naked, remember?
- If I try to
fix it into my mind?
- Perhaps there is a way, after all.
Your future life will be a journey of self discovery and you will
need to gather information and experiences of the real world while
maintaining an open link to your intuition. Try to impress deep into
your mind this one image: you are standing here with your walking
stick planted into the ground and the other stick over the shoulder.
The latter acts as an antenna and you can listen through it to your
inner voice, the former is your grounding. The world you are
entering, has not yet heard of radio transmission, so these words
will not sound familiar. That's exactly why it might help to jolt
- Antenna, grounding... I'll remember that!
- I'll always be near you, ready to help. The rest is up
to you. Happy journey!
The Fool's very next step takes him over