A visible visitor

Yesterday an unexpected visitor came by.
Because who ever expects a dwarf to knock on the door?
And there he was: an older man with a beard not taller than one foot (30 cm).
Dressed in a blue shirt, long pants, soft leather boots and a felt hat.

It was the first time a dwarf was met.
And for sure it was a shock.

Until then dwarfs were considered only to be present in fairy tales.
And in Walt Disney films.
But never ever it has been imagined that a dwarf could be met in reality.

For sure anybody who reads this will think that it is not going very well with the blogwriter.
That he starts to suffer of deprivations, illusions and hallucinations because of being in retreat too long.
But why is a reader thinking this?
Because the absolute conviction exists that dwarfs can't be real.

To illustrate more in detail this analysis: imagine the posting of today would report that a monkey came by here at El Triple in Mexico.
Many fervent and loyal blog readers will be surprised to read this but might consider that it is possibly a true report.
In the end, there are monkeys around and who knows: maybe one managed to go where the Fuso Szulc is stationed these days.

Hence, a reader will only believe that what is a truth in the own life.
If dwarfs have been seen only on the screen of the movie theatre and in the books of the grandchildren, not likely it will be taken serious that a dwarf appeared on the terrace in front of the Fuso Szulc in Mexico.

That's fine.
But remember that many people never imagined that commercial airliners would once crash in the New York Twin Towers.
So be aware how limited the imagination can be.
Something beyond the personal imagination is not necessarily impossible or untrue.

His name, the dwarf said, was Shifty.
And the following conversation developed:

S: I wish you a most beautiful morning on this wonderful day.

M: Who the hell are you? What are you? How can you be possible?

S: Relax, relax: I am a dwarf and my name is Shifty. I have come to visit you.

M: Shifty... A dwarf... This is too much!

S: Don't worry. Calm down. Nothing extraordinary. Just me, Shifty the dwarf, visiting you.

M: Explain at least how it is possible that you are here on the terrace in Mexico! Do you live nearby maybe?

S: No, my friend. We dwarves do not live in a forrest or in a village.

M: So where do you live then?

S: We live where you and certain other humans are.

M: How is that?

S: Well, you see, we are a realization in reality of us in your mind. We can sometimes become a true presence originating from your fantasy.

M: How does that work, Shifty?

S: See me as a projection. A three dimensional hologram. But with a mind that is independent and original for the time we are realized in reality.

M: That means we are really connected then, no? You a kind of spiritual offspring by originating from a human mind and existing as long as the projection works, isn't it?

S: Exactly.

M: Not having the intention to be impolite, Shifty, but now you appear to pay a visit and the question is if there can be hope that soon for example Princess Snow White may pass by too?

S: Look, my friend, you know that seven of my brothers have been involved with her, right? Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy and Sneezy. And you may know we are not on speaking terms with Princess Snow White anymore.

M: Now, Shifty, why is that?

S: You remember how we took care of her, no? Made her life as happy as possible until she seemed to be dead. Than we made this beautiful glass coffin trimmed with gold for her and we kept watch over her body through the seasons. And then this damned Prince appears, kisses her, she wakes up and follows the Prince to his castle. Do you realize we were left behind empty handed? The ungrateful bitch!

M: Yes, that is understandable you feel pissed off by Princess Snow White.

A sound of a car coming with Mexican fishermen to take oysters from the rocks.
Turning back to Shifty, he was gone.



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