Untitled Document

Chapter 5: Tradition Bounded By Festivals

Moving on, I reached the next town. To my suprise, the bored looking man at the entrance became excited to see me. The people started to ring the bell to tell townspeople that a traveller came just like the prophecy revealed to them. As I enter the town, the townspeople wearing masks of different animals put on a festival for me. Singing and dancing, they told me that this festival is to celebrate the coming of the prophesized alchemist told by another alchemist that saved this town many years ago. I was enjoying the atmosphere as they performed but less inclined to join them. As I depart the town, the townspeople take off their animal masks and return to their normal lives.

A short while along the road, I've come across a hermit and his family living at a small cabin. The hermit told me the explanation for the town I just left and the Animal Mask festival. The festival was made on the spot for my benefit...it was the way of the town to invent traditions in order to maintain or reject them based on the reactions of the travellers that come by. But in your case...it was all true...part of the so called prophecy that Trismegistos told.

Who is this Trismigistos?! Where can I find him?! Tell me!

Many generations ago, the town was under the Mayor's power who banned all their old traditions. This left them with no tradition of their own. One day an old alchemist came to that town and on the next day the Mayor was no more to be seen. The people heard that it was the work of the Alchemist. They all ran to him and asked what to do...He told them that just like alchemy, they could create another beginning for that town...he also told the coming of another alchemist...after that he left. The people didn't understand what the alchemist really tried to say...and so they thought that they should invent their own festival...festival over another...and so it became their tradition without realizing it...and when they do...their real tradition is long gone...no more..."

What does it have to do with Trimigistos?! Tell me who he is?!

Take this piece...and leave...the answer you seek is waiting for you...till then...another question will come a new...another path shall be visible along the way..."

After taking the piece, the hermit slowly went back to his cabin. His wife was smiling at me...his son was crying...and his daughter has a deep look telling me that my journey is not yet beginning...

"The night fell at3:59 PM"
-------------------------------