Since he was a child, he chose to soar the heights, where his fertile imagination resided
His father, hearing the shouting and the racket, came out running. He couldn’t avoid admiring the ease and speed with employed by his son as he quickly climbed down the ladder.
Nevertheless, in order to avoid problems with his dear wife, he chipped in with his two bits of reprehending the child; even though deep down inside, he frankly admired his performance and especially his skills.
Later in private, he inquired as to how long he had been climbing the ladder, and was taken back by all store of hidden abilities. he discovered in his young son.
“I’ve run into borders where the countries are joined by bridges that rise high above the said river, gullies or the canyons that divide them. Others I have encountered, in which the countries are separated by bottomless pits between their different cultures that would appear to be almost impossible to negotiate or to cross.”
The treasure, from the book Searching for treasures
It happened one morning when his mother had gone out to gather a few onions at the vegetable garden. She was on her way when she heard this little voice all of a sudden, innocently asking where she was heading to. As she turned searching for the voice she knew so well, but couldn’t grasp where it was coming from.
To her great surprise she found the boy comfortably sitting on the top rung of a ladder over six feet high, with a wide smile on his face.
That was one of the first times Magnifico received a heartfelt scolding. The first was a courtesy from his mother. Frightened she asked, pleaded, insisted, ordered, shouted and ultimately demanded; get down from that ladder that’s so high, can’t you see you are going to fall down!
He was always fascinated by the world as seen from above
Forever love Rue de Rivoli, Paris Francia
Back in his toddler days, Magnifico displayed amazing abilities, even in the first years of age. For example, when only fifteen months’ old, beyond already walking perfectly well, he already jumped all over and could be seen following his Dad’s footsteps everywhere his Daddy went. And that, he could do with an impressive ease.
Scarcely in his second year, he had already earned his first nickname in the family, who christened him as Chatter Kid, for not only did he reach beyond merely talking, he had also conducted himself into the highest inquisitive level, always with a question at the tip of his tongue and with an unquenchable curiosity to know more about the farm’s world where he was living in.
Could be that the most intriguing facet of his development was the innate ease he exhibited to climb everything and anything around him that would eventually lead him to greater heights. At the top of his everyday world, where he unravelled his life so comfortably.
His mother never forgot that morning when she found him sitting in the highest rung of a ladder. It was leaning against the back wall of the cow shed.
And so, he understood the when’s and the where’s of any place he found himself, at any moment
And effectively, in that precise moment, right in front of Magnifico, The Hunter was standing. The seven stars formed his legendary and infallible bow, with which he never had erred a shot. Of course, the stars that formed his magnificently ornamented belt, were also perfectly discernable, if one knew where to look.
However, on that very morning, it happened that the stars were displaced, for it was only yesterday that when he walked out from the house, much later by the way, The Hunter could clearly be seen near the horizon, just about to retire to sleep. And now, at this moment, he was positioned directly overhead, towards the center of the heavenly dome, still far away from retiring to rest in that dark sky above.
Meditating by the river Parìs, Francia
The child was not concerned, for it confirmed the time. With the sun during the day, the moon and the stars during the night, he always discerned in what hour of the day he was standing. For that reason, that early morning, as he contemplated the sky y understood that he had successfully risen very early and he still had a lot of time to unhurriedly reach the cow shed before his Dad.
And during the long summer nights, he would recreate the epic stories, as described by those intriguing far away lights
Also, he would explain how they were grouped into constellations and tell him the stories behind those ancient stars. What the boy liked most of these nocturnal sessions were the stories, as told by these ancient stars.
For each of the constellations represented a character, many times a hero, and ultimately, the protagonist to so many tales suspended in the sky’s dome. Magnifico was captivated as he listened to the tragic and epic sagas, forever recorded in the twinkling lights above.
His father was irremediably moved, as he told these myths to his son, perhaps just only legends of bygone days. In his youth, his own father had handed them down to him, in the same way, while they quietly sat together at night and contemplated the stars. And then, he could visualize how this process went back in time, from generation to generation, until it was lost in far long ago past ages.
And it was after many years had gone by that he asked himself, when had he stopped carrying his marbles in his pocket, especially the one he called “The Tiger’s eye”, for that was the moment when for better or for worse, he had become a grown up and learned to put up with life.
After walking for a short stretch, he carefully began to observe the sky. The moon was hiding itself behind the Nevado del Ruiz Volcano and the stars sparkled brightly against the dark black background devoid of clouds.
Engrossed in the magic of the moment, he never grasped its significance, for he was walking away from home, never to go back. His dreams and that bucolic, bountiful life in the country would stay behind him.
The boy possessed a deep knowledge of the night sky and its movement. Along with his Dad, how many times hadn’t they watched it together? His father would point out the principal stars and teach him how to find them. Also, of course, how to distinguish and find them, depending on the season.
And when he closed the door behind himself, and to his surprise… he found a world waiting for his arrival
Another smile lit up his face as he realized that in effect, he was the only one awake in the farm. Relaxed, he walked soundlessly to the house’s door.
He opened it slowly, making sure it didn’t creak in that thick silence enveloping him. He held his breath until the door was sufficiently ajar for him to pass through.
As he left the warmth of the house, the winds immediately assaulted him. In their journey from the volcanoes, they flowed down from the heights, loaded with the bitter cold from the glacial at the tip of their summit. But the child, loaded with his own euphoria and happiness was not bothered at all.
Carefully closing the door and their path to the interior, he walked away from the house with a measured step.
And naively, we imagine ourselves measuring time passing by our lives, when it’s our lives who are passing by in time
Convinced he went to bed. He felt the fatigue invade his awareness, dragging toward that mysterious dream world. He still resisted sleep, as he kept on repeating that simple phrase, searching for the hidden power in its repetition.
He never realized his defeat, falling asleep in the midst of the battle. But, without recognizing the fact, he had achieved what he wanted, for very early next morning, maybe even a little bit more than necessary, he opened his eyes wide. Magnifico didn’t have a watch, or for that matter, anything with which to measure time, but he determined it in his own natural way. Through his inner clock, he understood he had effectively woken way before he normally did.
With a huge smile that went from one ear to the other and full of satisfaction he stretched in bed. Cautiously he got up, taking extreme care making to insure he made no noise in those quiet hours of the night.
Leaving his bedroom in utter silence y walked to the door in his parent’s room. Satisfied he listened to the soft and peaceful sounds that betrayed their sleep, hardly perceptible at the door of the room.
And so, he discovered the extent of his own personal belief
Upon that certain morning, so many years ago, Magnífico decided to make a supreme effort; he would wake very early in the morning and arrive at the shed before his father did.
This was how he would unequivocally demonstrate his capacity to perform his share of the adult chores and responsibilities in the farm. The moment had arrived, and he was absolutely committed not delay the occasion any further. With what joy and happiness, he made his plan to achieve it! His eyes did not only shine, they lit up and radiated with his exhilaration. He would surprise his Daddy, and would show him how he had proudly taken his place in the world among his peers.
So, before falling asleep, he relentlessly repeated the same phrase, over and over again: Tomorrow, I will get up very early… tomorrow, I will get up very early. Without his knowing what a mantra consisted in, nor the spiritual power that it contained, he formulated it in a very simple fashion.