The Script of Evil

07 - The Deadly Visitor

It is Friday and the wind blows hard in Port Elizabeth. During break at school, Billy invited Kadin for another jog session around the park oblivious of the fact that Arnav is sitting on the same hidden bench determined to stay awake this time. Lucky for them, her legs are still sore and the wind is unpleasant and they decide to go for another swim. The practice should help for her painful muscles especially. They enjoy another day at the swimming pool and Kadin feels much better afterwards.

In the meantime, thousands of kilometres away, at the top end of the globe, Ahmed smiles happily and comes round his desk and stops in front of Vipracitti. He touches the special, very expensive material of the exquisite suit of $43 000. It is a Brioni Vanquish suit. He smiles highly amused.

"Forgive me, master, but I've never thought I would see you in a smart suit like this."

He looks up towards the bulge on the head of his guru where the body-length rasta hair of the guru is tied up and rolled in a black cloth. Vipracitti is usually stark naked in the cemetery of his temple, painted blue with the ash of burnt-out corpses over him and with his long rasta hair hanging down to his feet. When he moves out of the temple, he usually wears a loose, long robe that covers him partly. His face is always painted white with the usual Aghori signs and he has a dirty, bushy beard. Now his face and beard are clean and he looks like a stinking rich sheikh.

The guru places his clean right hand lightly on Ahmed's head and strokes him gently as if he is a monkey.

"I discovered you in a cemetery where you, naked and trembling, hid with the monkeys, my child. A forlorn, six-year-old boy who was left cruelly behind by the brutal world of Kali Yuga. And look now; you let them design this special, smart tailored suit; but quietly, under the radar, you are one of the wealthiest people on earth. Mother Laksmi smiles upon you and rewards you day by day."

Ahmed looks at him in wonder: "You are my everything; you saved me from the slums and your magic made me rich. I'm nothing without you."

Vipracitti lovingly strokes Ahmed's head before he moves his hand over his neck and breast and stops with the palm on his heart.

"You have an exceptional will and drive-force and that made you a self-made billionaire and that let you survive in this cruel world. Since you were a lonely throw-away child you had to rely on a bunch of baboons' kindness. The slums and the ruthless devils of Kali Yuga couldn't even block you because your instinct to survive makes you relentless.

"Sometimes it manifest as fear and anger because deep inside you that small boy is hidden. The small boy that Shiva sent me from His cemetery home and in such times you need the wisdom and magic of your guru to lead you on the right path."

Vipracitti lovingly looks deep in Ahmed's eyes: "Ignorance still brings uncertainty in you, my child. You are asking yourself why we should wait till now before your guru applied for a passport to get to the southern point of Africa. You are asking yourself: if this is the game of Shiva, the Great Extinguisher, why does it look if Vishnu, the Great Protector, time and again protects this devilish civilization? Every time you think we are on the point of a breakthrough, the Great Players throw a curveball and you lose faith because the greater game of our Brahman confuses you.

"Wisdom and tolerance will in time become part of you, my child. You will again realize that we are the instruments in the game of the Great Personalities of Brahman. I want to assure you there is a greater goal and it is now the time of Shiva, The Destroyer, because the time is ticking for Mother Earth under the selfish, devilish activities of Kali Yuga. Mother Earth is more important than one selfish species, for our Brahman because she is the precious giver of life. It's our time and in the end, nothing will block our success. But we must be tolerant and know that we must not be in the way of the intermediate game of Vishnu.