"Is invisibility, a hoax, or a scarcely known truth?" The insatiable mind skimmed through the forbidden grimoires in pursuit of the answer.
After few hours of research, e-books, and few cups of coffee, the question untwined, the answer revealed itself. Invisibility was achievable.
Although the rituals of magic, with its unconfirmed ramifications, could render a human invisible, I demanded a simpler and pragmatic solution.
Although the rituals of magic, with its unconfirmed ramifications, could render a human invisible, I demanded a simpler and pragmatic solution.
[Photo credit: Dogma et Rituel de la Haute Magie ]
Silent contemplation often unknots the serpentine codes of life.
Life revealed another one of its secrets - being invisible was not difficult, rather unexpectedly unsophisticated.
I learned that invisibility was never a gift meant for the chosen one, rather bestowed upon the one who is not the chosen one.
Pertaining to my observations and experiments on my social life, invisibility occurred to me as a collateral phenomenon. I discovered that the quickest and safest method to summon the deities to grant me the cloak of invisibility was to demand the truth.
Truth - the sharp tip of the spear they fear.
I noticed that I could walk past people without being seen. I could speak, without being heard. I could touch, but I could no more feel the moist warmth of my own breath. I was alive, but never being more dead. I was invisible.
I could sit and watch people pass by, like a child curiously watching the ants march pass by; while the ants paying no heed. Like watching the river flow; its water unperturbed by my touch. I could be there, and not be there. I could be the living present, and also be the long forgotten, ludicrous, dead past. I held the cloak with pride, and exclaimed in the silence of my heart, "I am invisible."
Demanding the truth, I understood, would only cast me into a pit of loneliness.
Sometimes, we have to let the angst of our fair doubts, consume itself. It's what the world wants, and what the world has turned into. It likes to bask in the dirt of lies and choke itself with the filth of deceit.
And so, I choose to be invisible, to them, to this world...
Copyright (c) 2016 Shine Jayakumar
