- I am a Gypsy Prince 2 -
(This is the SECOND book of my famous sequel 'I am a Gypsy Prince')
13. Misha becomes a clairvoyant; and our spare caravan is ready.
The next morning, my still proud looking Mom prepared me a healthy breakfast, of course spiced by my tasty herbs.
Two minutes later, Misha left his caravan and joined our waiting group.
Every time I looked at him, he immediately averted his eyes...
"Harry? Now that you are allowed to enter our woods alone, do you still want us to go together?"
I felt a bit surprised, but chuckled and playfully punched his arm:
"Do you think you can get rid of me this easily? Now, it's my turn to teach YOU a lesson! Come on, let's go."
I didn't know why I said I would teach him a lesson, but I was sure something like that would happen...
Misha looked genuinely happy, while he heaved a deep sigh of relief because we would still be together.
Our friends wished us good luck; but they also teasingly told me not to get lost in the too dark and creepy dense forest...
Chuckling, and bumping into each other on purpose, Misha and his 'baby' left our still laughing group and disappeared into our woods.
Soon, we reached our steep ravine; and I halted next to our flat boulder.
"Misha? Can you feel the energy of our traps from here?"
"Yes, I can feel them; and I could walk straight towards them with my eyes closed, if necessary."
"Okay. Now, could you also tell me what is in our snares?"
Misha looked at me with a surprised face, while he slowly shook his head:
"Are you a clairvoyant too? As far as I know, nobody in our camp has ever been able to do such a thing!"
"Well, I will try to teach you how to do it. First, close your eyes, and pretend you are seeing your own trap. Just picture it in your mind.
"I am not sure... but I am getting a faint picture of a dead hare. Of course, that is only my own imagination; because here, there are no hares at all..."
"EXCELLENT! I am clearly seeing a dead hare in your trap too! Now, please, have a look at my trap, and tell me what you see."
"This is too weird... I think I can faintly see a marmot, but that is also what I should expect around here. This is no proof at all."
"Why would you need proof? Just accept you are able to see things with you Inner Eye, by pretending. This is exactly how it works."
"Are you sure? Shall we have a look at our traps, to prove you are right? I still cannot believe it. During summer, not a single hare ever strays towards here..."
Walking together, we went straight to Misha's trap.
For a long time, he stared open-mouthed and with a shocked face at a huge and fat hare, caught in his trap!
"I still cannot believe I SAW this same beast in my fantasy... Am I really turning into a clairvoyant? Or, are you pulling a prank on me..."
Tentatively, he touched the dead beast; as if he was afraid it wasn't real and would disappear...
"This time, I AM a clairvoyant, just like you, aren't I?"
"Yes, my friend, you surely are!"
Silently, I thanked our Ancestor in my mind, for making my friend happy by sending him a fat hare.
After a moment, we went to my trap, which really held a marmot.
This time, we took our snares with us, because we wanted to join our own group from now on.
For the last time, we sat down on our flat boulder, near the border of our steep ravine.
After looking at our steep ravine for the last time, we finally rose from our flat boulder.
I used my Inner Eye to find our group of friends, who had spread out in our woods.
From now on, we all settled back into our 'normal' summer routine.
Near the end of the day, I always quickly went into our surrounding bushes.
Until, slowly, nearly imperceptibly, summer came to an end and the days became shorter...
One morning, I wanted to leave our caravan, to join my friends into our woods.
Why would he ask me to do such a thing, while he knew I wanted to look after my snare?
I jumped out of our caravan, and yelled to my gathering friends:
"Please, leave without me, because I have to join my Dad first!"
Immediately, little Dimi stormed towards me, and asked:
"Please, Harry, can I help you and your Dad too?"
Before I could answer, my Dad already took over:
"Sorry, Dimi; but my son and I have to talk about something important. You will have to wait until we come back."
With a disappointed face, my little friend trotted back to his own group of 'diaper kids'.
A moment later, my Dad scooped me off the ground and sat me onto his broad shoulders.
"Sorry, son, for sending your little friend away. But, I want to show you something that might be very important in the future...
Of course, now, I started to feel very curious!
My Dad took me towards the far end of our parking lot, where we kept our spare caravans.
I had seen the old thing many times before, but never paid it any special attention.
My Dad squatted down to be on my level; and took my face in his hands, thus forcing me to pay close attention:
"My precious son; please, listen carefully to what I ask you to do, because this may be very important for your safety!
My Dad stopped, removed his hands from my face, and looked at my reaction...
Of course, I didn't understand why he would ask me to do such a strange thing.
I tried to read my Dad's thoughts, felt very shocked, and asked him:
"But, why, Dad? I don't understand why you are afraid somebody might harm me..."
"Are you again reading my mind? Then, you know why I am afraid! Outside our mountains, more and more gadjo's start loathing and chasing us Gypsies.
Of course, I had often listened to our ancient stories about nasty witch hunts and having to flee...
"I still don't understand why any gadjo people would hate us, or want to harm us..."
"I don't understand either, my son... However, our past taught us to always reckon with a new witch hunt. That is why we keep this car and caravan ready all the time.
"Dad, what is the exact meaning of that strange word 'witch hunt'? Nobody ever told me."
"A 'witch hunt' is, when other people believe we have done very bad things; and they want to harm us and punish us."
"Why would they ever think such a thing? I am sure we never did anything bad to any gadjo!"
"I know, son; and, this time, I don't have an answer for you... But, please, always keep in mind what I told you!"
"Okay, Dad. The very moment anybody tells me to flee; I will immediately hide inside this caravan."
My Dad ruffled my hair, kissed my head, and silently hugged me.
Feeling surprised, I stared in awe at its spotlessly clean inside and all its filled lockers!
Next, we went to the old and a bit rusty car which once belonged to Misha's Dad.
My Dad lifted me onto his shoulders, and we ambled back to our own black-and-golden caravan.
Why didn't those outside people leave us alone?
I wish you lots of Love in your life, and Profound Peace in your heart.
Harry AnderS, Dutch psychotherapist and writer of many 'books with a message'