The sparkling summer sun shone brightly as the Dal’la’mura radiated with glee. Çédô began his teaching within the Star Temple of Dreaming as he had done since the creation. The great hall of the Dâsan embraced each word that he spoke
… as we heard each word, we took it to our hearts
… he was the Dreamer, the one who set us free.
Suddenly in the sky, a bright blue star appeared, the Wayward Star of Dreaming, the Star of Çédô. Çédô stopped his teaching and told his pupils that he was leaving.
The news of the Dreamers leaving broke our hearts, but Çédô told us one last story of how dreaming will never end, even if he was not here with us….
The day Çédô left was the day we died
… was the day we cried
In our dreams, we would always find him, the Dreamer, the Traveller, the one we called Çédô
When the Dreamer left, the bright blue star
… the one called Zîkúla
… the Star of Çédô vanished from the sky as the star heralded the Dreamer’s arrival, as well as his departure. Çédô left us to spread dreaming to those who needed his dreaming.
But how could the dead of spirit give dreaming
… how could those with broken hearts spread the words of dreaming …. Upon his departure, we had had two hundred and sixty revolutions with him. Now he was gone ….
