THREE MAGIC STONES

There is a crippled old man living on our block. People avoid him because he often talks about seeing God and aliens. He also hands out letters with dietary advice, telling us to eat less meat. I was surprised to find him at my doorstep today, and he asked me if I could deliver a gift for his sick friend. He handed me three clean stones and began explaining how I was to instruct his friend to use them: tape two behind his kidneys and put one in a cup to energize his water. The stones supposedly would increase his "frequency" and help him heal.

When I asked him what he meant by frequency, he began talking about the harvest. "We must raise our frequencies before the aliens come," he said. Then he slowly began to walk back to his home. Somewhat dumbfounded by what had just happened, I walked to his friend's house to deliver the stones, only to find that he was not there.

For some reason, I suddenly started to feel happy. I had spent the last three days feeling difficulty breathing, going through dozens of videos and remedies for my symptoms. Nothing was working, and things just seemed to keep getting worse with all the pollen in the air. I realized I had been feeling scared and sorry for myself all this time, and that's what was causing my symptoms. I realized I was feeling compassion for his friend, who was probably on a dialysis machine, and that these stones could at least comfort him as a reminder that he is not alone. That compassion is what healed me.

I will try again later to see if he is at home. Meanwhile, I'm walking outside, happy and symptom-free, with three magic stones in my pocket.