Wow, thank you for the opportunity to tell you a little of my story.
I have placed the above quote of a famous person here because I
wanted to share these words with you.
You see, I am a traveler, an object that imparts ideas and
imagination to the world. My particular version was created in 1998
and I was given the great responsibility to be a bearer of
information, enjoyment and a portal to one's imagination.
I bring many people of all ages together through common interests
and energy. Many humans have touched the brothers, sisters, cousins
and ancestors of my existence. Many humans have experienced joy,
expansion of their minds and appreciation of these relatives and me.
My ancestors have offered unlimited opportunity to share boundless
imagination, human perceptions, and universal truths.
Some humans fear us. As with all things; there is always polarity,
light, dark good and evil.
I am neither light nor darkness.
It depends on what someone wants to make of me. I am merely a
projection of someone's mind.
My first owner was a young girl named Sarah. I remember her well.
She found me in a small shoppe which sold mythic gifts, books; old
and new, and some great smelling candles and incense.
My favorite aspect of that little shoppe was the many different
people who found their way back to its secluded location. They
journeyed there by way of that special energy which draws humanity
to seek knowledge.
Sarah's mom purchased me for her. She took me into her home as a
friend and source of enjoyment.
Sarah's home was great! She lived with her mom and a cat named
Maxwell Merlin, His Highness. When Sarah would sit down with me on
her lap, his highness would jump up and spread his hairy body all
over me! Ugh, the feel of hair everywhere; bleeeegh! (Please excuse
my language and try to see the situation from MY point of view.)
Sarah would laugh, tickle his ears, and then put him down on the
floor so that she could give me her undivided attention.
Ah, the time we spent together was most enjoyable for both of us. As
I lay on her lap, she read and turned my pages, laughed and learned
many new words, magical ideas and cultural customs. As I aged, she
never forgot about me. She often opened my pages and reread them
with fond memories. I even gained brothers and sisters on my special
shelf. I never felt threatened by their company; however, because I
knew I was special to Sarah.
Fear and trouble arrived on the scene.
Someone else came into our happy home. I don't know where he came
from, only that I was soon threatened to be destroyed. Destruction
was a new concept to me. I had experienced only affection from
Sarah, her mother and even Maxwell. (Sarah always said that he liked
me best.)
I did not understand this
new experience. Sarah's mom vehemently defended me to him, but he
had no ears to hear. Apparently, he thought I was, "Evil Incarnate."
It became time for my existence and experience to change; to move
forward into expansion.
In the beginning, I felt fear for my life as many arguments ensued
over my fate. It became necessary for me to go into hiding at great
personal risk to Sarah.
Safe in my dark coverture, I began to sort out the fear that had
appeared because of the words on my pages. I learned from some of my
companions in hiding that this was not a new aspect of human
behavior.
Some of my companions were much older than I, therefore, they were
able to tell me of other instances in human history when fear of the
written word caused great devastation to our kind. We seek only to
give of ourselves through the creation brought about by humanity. We
are after all is said and done, as Galileo pointed out, "The seal of
all the admirable inventions of man."
I must tell you of the day that changed my journey.
I found myself in a desperate struggle between the humans who feared
my words and the humans who loved me. Amidst boundless ruthlessness,
my companions and I were seized from our quiet hiding nook and
whisked away to a large gathering of humans.
Anger and destruction smothered freedom’s air.
Sarah discovered we had been taken because she apparently heard
rumors of the gathering and came to check on us. She arrived at the
gathering much in the same state of heightened emotions as they
were, but for very different reasons.
I heard her voice over the shouts of others. "Samuel, how dare you
take something that belongs to me! Give my books back, now!"
A deep sense of foreboding came over me. . .
"What are those humans doing over there? Wait a minute, I want to
know what is going on over there. . .why is there so much commotion.
I can see the wave of heat energy rising into the fast falling
darkness. Hey! There’s smoke everywhere! What THE . . . SARAH! GET
ME OUTTA HERE!" I screamed from the very center of my being.
Sarah's struggle was valiant. She fought with Samuel as he made his
way toward the raging fire. For that was what the angry humans
created that dreadful night. She was successful in that she saved me
from such a fiery end. However, it was a sad occasion for us, I lost
two sisters and many cousins and even a few ancestors that ghastly
night.
Sarah suffered a severe burn on her arm and a sprained ankle. I was
shaken by the horrible vision of my companions being destroyed, but
thankfully I remained unharmed by humanity's fires of destruction.
Journey of Change:
Despite the overwhelming sadness Sarah and her mom experienced that
night, they felt it was imperative they see me to a place of safety.
With tears on her cheeks, Sarah inscribed the above quotation inside
my cover with a note of love and caring which I will feel for as
long as I am in existence.
Since that harrowing night, I have come to a great place of refuge,
for you see, Sarah in her wisdom has given me to a service which
provides reading materials for loan to humans who seek us out. As of
this date, I have been safe and much appreciated. Sarah's sacrifice
has helped others to have the opportunity to experience the wonders
contained within my pages.
Thank You, Sarah. You are a purveyor of knowledge and wisdom in your
own right – a Guardian Angel.
I am, just one of millions - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s
Stone.
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