A
thousand years ago there was a king that ruled over a very weird
kingdom. It was weird because everybody in the kingdom was ill. They did
not have the same illness, but everybody was ill even the King and his
family. One day a magician with a lot of power travelled through the land and he saw a boy on his own in the forest.
When the magician saw the boy he realized that the boy was ill, but he could not diagnose the illness. With all his power he tried to know what the illness was, but he could not identify it. The magician was saddened by this and he stayed over for the night.
The next morning he read through all his books that listed ailments, disease and illnesses and yet he did not find anything that could help him.
So he went to the boy and asked him what illness the boy had. The boy turned to the magician and told him that he had the worst illness that anybody could ever have. The magician racked his brain, but for the life of him he could not decipher what illness that could be. He then asked the boy to tell him more about this illness and the boy responded:
‘My illness does not make me sick, but it makes other people sick. My family can not understand why I chose to have this illness and I can not understand why they would think I chose it. I am just like them; I was born with this illness. It makes me unpopular, hated and unwanted. Even my mother, my father and the rest of my family rejects me. This illness makes me unwanted by God himself and nobody can cure me without killing me. This is the worst illness because it does not kill you; it only denies you love. This illness is the worst there is because it does not kill you it only persuade others to kill you. This illness gives others the right to reject you, hate you, beat you and kill you in the name of God.’
The magician was so sad that he started to cry, but then he stopped abruptly and thought to himself:
‘Why am I crying? Cure the boy.’
He looked at the boy and with all his power he tried to cure him, but the illness was still there. He went back to his books and did not see a cure for an illness that could not be named. Then he read about a remedy that asked far more from him than any remedy ever does. The remedy stated that he should use all his power not to cure, but to take the illness on to himself.
He tried it because he felt so sad and he so wanted to help the boy.
Then he uttered the words of the remedy and in a second the boy was cured and the magician ill.
The boy ran through the country and told everybody that a magician cured him. Even the King heard about it and the King immediately called his soldiers to bring the magician to him.
The King asked the magician to cure everybody in the country, but the magician told the king that he lost all his powers when he cured the boy.
Off course the King did not believe him and gave him a choice. Either he should cure everybody or he shall die. The magician had no choice because that which he told the King was the truth; he could not cure anybody anymore and so the King’s soldiers killed him.
When the magician opened his eyes in the afterworld God blessed him for his brave and loving deed towards the boy and he appointed him as the guardian of all queers for the illness that the boy had was no illness at all, but a choice that God made himself. “
The magician looked at Thomas even though he was not allowed. Thomas could see the tears in his eyes and understood why the magician was not supposed to look at him; that the magician was to emotional to think clearly.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because Thomas; that magician is me.
Never again should you think that I will not help if I can.
When the magician saw the boy he realized that the boy was ill, but he could not diagnose the illness. With all his power he tried to know what the illness was, but he could not identify it. The magician was saddened by this and he stayed over for the night.
The next morning he read through all his books that listed ailments, disease and illnesses and yet he did not find anything that could help him.
So he went to the boy and asked him what illness the boy had. The boy turned to the magician and told him that he had the worst illness that anybody could ever have. The magician racked his brain, but for the life of him he could not decipher what illness that could be. He then asked the boy to tell him more about this illness and the boy responded:
‘My illness does not make me sick, but it makes other people sick. My family can not understand why I chose to have this illness and I can not understand why they would think I chose it. I am just like them; I was born with this illness. It makes me unpopular, hated and unwanted. Even my mother, my father and the rest of my family rejects me. This illness makes me unwanted by God himself and nobody can cure me without killing me. This is the worst illness because it does not kill you; it only denies you love. This illness is the worst there is because it does not kill you it only persuade others to kill you. This illness gives others the right to reject you, hate you, beat you and kill you in the name of God.’
The magician was so sad that he started to cry, but then he stopped abruptly and thought to himself:
‘Why am I crying? Cure the boy.’
He looked at the boy and with all his power he tried to cure him, but the illness was still there. He went back to his books and did not see a cure for an illness that could not be named. Then he read about a remedy that asked far more from him than any remedy ever does. The remedy stated that he should use all his power not to cure, but to take the illness on to himself.
He tried it because he felt so sad and he so wanted to help the boy.
Then he uttered the words of the remedy and in a second the boy was cured and the magician ill.
The boy ran through the country and told everybody that a magician cured him. Even the King heard about it and the King immediately called his soldiers to bring the magician to him.
The King asked the magician to cure everybody in the country, but the magician told the king that he lost all his powers when he cured the boy.
Off course the King did not believe him and gave him a choice. Either he should cure everybody or he shall die. The magician had no choice because that which he told the King was the truth; he could not cure anybody anymore and so the King’s soldiers killed him.
When the magician opened his eyes in the afterworld God blessed him for his brave and loving deed towards the boy and he appointed him as the guardian of all queers for the illness that the boy had was no illness at all, but a choice that God made himself. “
The magician looked at Thomas even though he was not allowed. Thomas could see the tears in his eyes and understood why the magician was not supposed to look at him; that the magician was to emotional to think clearly.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because Thomas; that magician is me.
Never again should you think that I will not help if I can.
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