Devil's Music

Gun sees Biraci and leaps down the stairs. There were worries about Biraci, who was not in his right mind, but also thanks to Biraci, who taught him about how to treat music and how to live in the world.

After jumping down the stairs in one month, I approached Biraci, who was looking up, carrying his backpack under the stairs, and shouted.

“Mr. Viraci! There you are! I've been looking all over for you this morning. How can you just leave without saying anything? It looks like a destination anyway. Why don't you come with me? ”

Viraci looks up at the temple with wet eyes. Gun stops speaking and looks at him quietly, seeing him in a different mood.

Birash took a step forward without making eye contact with the temple and watching the people worshipping God with the gaze of the palace.

“Let's take a walk. ”

Biraci began walking down the path of the Bagmati River as if he didn't need any answers. Seeing Biraci's back walk first, I soon followed him.

Birash walked to see those who washed themselves in the river or set a huge campfire by the river and prayed. As I walked along the river road for ten extra minutes, the temple's outdoor reed field came out.

The reeds lie in the wind, but the endless stretches of reed do not allow them to see more than they need. Biraci, who was looking at the sky, opened his mouth, carrying a backpack in front of the blowing reed field.

“There is also music in the generosity of reeds. There is music in the stream. If you have an ear of the mind, you can hear music in all things. Listen."

On Biraci's words, I saw reeds laying on their backs in the wind. You hear the sound of a cool breeze coming down from the mountain, the sound of it leaking through the reeds, and the sound of small birds far away. Concentrating on the silent sound of the gun coming into his ears, Biraci says again.

“Do not listen with your ears. Listen to your heart."

Viraci closes his eyes as he looks at the gun. My heart was still not open, but the sound of nature soon calmed my mind.

Biraci lifts his foot and steps on the reed in front of him, watching the gun close his eyes.

“Music is a dream that never sleeps. While listening to music, your self transitions to a new stage and while living in it, dreams soon become reality because they dominate reality. ”

Biraci treads the reed with the correct rhythm, and it beats on the sounds of nature like percussion and drum.

I close my eyes and hear the sound of natural music around the sound of the reed that Birash is treading on. The sound of the wind becomes the sound of a violin, and the sound of reeds groaning becomes the sound of a harp.

The sound of the bird resonates like a silophone, and the sound expressed from the gun's self is combined. The gun smiles on its face, impressed by the sound of natural music.

Biraci, who was treading on a reed, turns his head to tell Gunn.

“Always dream. Meet the teacher in a dream, learn from a dream, your dream will shine forever with the light that guides your steps, not vain delusions. ”

“I've been dreaming since I was a kid. I met and learned many teachers in my dreams. That made me who I am. ”

“Yes? What are you playing and singing for now? ”

The gun closed its eyes and said.

“The reason I play is to tell the best musicians in the world. Maybe he's not there every time, but I always play and sing thinking he's watching me. ”

“Who do you think is the best musician? ”

“The greatest musician I think is every mother in the world. ”

“Are you talking about human mothers? ”

“No, I'm talking about someone watching the world and looking down. ”

“You speak of God? ”

“Well, I don't think anyone's human. ”

“I see.”

Biraci turns his head toward the temple.

“What did you feel when you came to Nepal? ”

Gun still says without opening his eyes.

“I have seen those who suffer. I tried to reach out for help. I worked, I raised money, I donated money. ”

“So what happened? ”

“I don't know. Was it a big help to them, or was it just one of a lot of help?" ”

“When a painful sadness breaks your heart, and your mind is confused by sadness, music quickly gives you a healing hand with a silver tone. Money and sacrifice are important, but find a way to heal people with your music. ”

“I don't know yet. How can I reach out my healing hand? ”

“Play the music of your life. Make music like you don't need money, fall in love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching. Then your music will contain the healing power. ”

“If I live the life you told me about, will my music be delivered to everyone in the world with happiness? ”

“The same thing doesn't sound the same to everyone. Music is good for the depressed, bad for the sad, good or bad for the deaf. ”

“Then what do I do? My music is good for some people, some are bad, and some are just like that, right? ”

“Just live like water. Follow the shape of the water. If there are no obstacles, water flows. Water stops when the weir hits. When the water gathers and the dam bursts, it flows again. If you put it in a square bowl, it becomes square; if you put it in a round bowl, it becomes round. Because it is so compassionate, water is more necessary and more powerful than anything else. You will live there. ”

Gun shuts up. You talk with Biraci, and once more you dive into the Mindful Swamp. Biraci continued to command natural music, either not to interrupt the case or to help out more.

It was more than two hours after the case opened its eyes. Of course, I thought the case was about 10 minutes ago, but by then I was already running to the late afternoon. He saw Biraci walking around on a reed field barefoot.

“Who are you? ”

Biraci said, looking at the late afternoon, but the strong sun.

“I am the storm, the snow of the moon and an auspicious being. I am also the king of the Three Realms. ”

The gun stands on a reed field and sees Biraci looking at himself with his backpack. When Biraci looks up at the sky again, a giant single dog hovers over his head in the sunlight.

“Garuda said. You took care of the Himalayan animals. Garuda asked me to thank you. ”

The gun raises its head and looks at the giant sole as if it were covering the sun. Due to the light of the sun, the sole that only sees a giant black silhouette cries as if talking to the gun.

Gains and losses

I closed my eyes and fell back into my mind. Viraci disappears as if he were never there.

* * *

The peak of Anna Pruna. The snow blizzard was so white that I couldn't see, but Birash was walking through the snow with his barefoot feet as if the spring wind was raging and tickling his body.

A giant cave enters his eyes. The giant cave is wide open with its black mouth in white snow.

Biraci's body enters the cave, but not one eye falls. A bed and sofa lie inside the cave like someone lives there. Viraci approaches the couch and says,

“Have a seat if you're here. ”

Virasis settles on the couch, and a man comes out of the darkness inside the cave wearing a black coat and leather gloves.

“It's been a while, Shiva. ”

Barish turns his head to the right and speaks in a graceful voice.

“It's been a long time, Gambit. It's still cool.”

Barathi straightforward said.

“How long has it been? How are you, Kaman? ”

Barish turns his head to the left.

“I'm going to talk to Gamagin for a minute, so stay inside. ”

Gamagin said, disappearing.

“Brahma, Vishnu. It's been a long time.”

Barish's eyes closed gradually changed. The traditional Nepalese garments that surrounded the body disappeared, the muscular torso appeared with only the lower body covered, and a huge necklace on the neck.

The short hair grew longer and covered my shoulders, turning my skin blue. At last, Barathi's eyes opened, and he opened another one on his forehead. When he sees the three eyes, he smiles and says, sitting on the couch.

“Shiva, it's been a long time since I've seen or spoken to you. ”

“Yes, I knew you'd come. ”

The kiln twists its legs, leaning comfortably on the couch.

“He's been nervous since he got into Nepal. ”

“Yes, I knew you were protecting her. ”

“I should thank you first. I didn't hurt her. ”

“Why would I do that? I'm not interested in the fight between angels and demons. All I care about is wanting him to grow up right, and your strength doesn't get in the way. ”

“Not only that, but I appreciate helping my child think straight, Shiva. ”

“It's a child with your powers anyway. No matter where in the world the child will glow. I just put one hand on the light. ”

Shiva stands up with a small nod and a smile on his face.

“I'll get the car. ”

“It would be an honor to drink Shiva's boiling tea. ”

When Shiva gets up and gestures, a flame rises in the air, and another wave of ice comes flying out of the cave.

The ice met fire in the air and became water, and soon it began to steam. When Shiva shakes his hand again, the frozen grass at the entrance of the cave is pulled out and merged with the water and turned into green water. The green water that came into the new tea cup in front of the chair turned into a steaming hot tea. Shiva, sitting down, raises her glass and takes a sip.

“Hold it.”

“Thank you.”

Shiva said as soon as she drank a cup of tea.

“What are you going to do? He didn't seem to be involved in the boy's life. ”

Gamagin smiles slightly.

“We'll see about that. If you don't mind.”

Shiva lowers her cup of tea.

“Did you know? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“There are two angels attached to the child. ”

The kiln twists its eyebrows.

“What? An angel around and I didn't know? ”

Shiva looks out of the cave and says.

“Michael's blessing must have blindfolded you. But don't worry. Looks like Michael was protecting the baby, too. ”

In the cave at the top of Annapurna, the conversation goes on for a long time.

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