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On what did we stop? Oh yes! Fox could not enjoy his wealth! Yes!!! His joy was great! He wandered about his Golden Autumn Forest days and nights, enjoying the golden colors and fragrance of plants. However, even something good with time bothers, if there is no novelty in it. This is the property of the mind: it is constantly asking something new, for the majority of those who lives on the Earth and who knows how to think live by the mind. With each passing day, Fox’s joy became less and less. He felt that he was missing something. He felt lonely and sad. There is no one to share his joy. And it’s boring. There’s no one to say hello even.

“I’ve already walked here,” Fox thought, “I know a lot here in the forest. I should go where I have not been. I wonder why I didn’t think of this before?”

Fox was walking, where his eyes were looking… Golden spruce, crimson oak, amber birch, green-yellow grass with golden tint. Yes, it was a fairy tale in reality, but he became bored of it. Thick shrubs with red leaves on orange branches… But nothing revived this beauty. Only occasionally a lazy breeze was confused in the tops of trees. All this led to a painful mood, and it was hard on the soul. As if yesterday you had a holiday, and in the morning you woke up alone, abandoned by everyone. And something you want, and what – you do not know, but if you find out, you will understand that you do not want. Also you want to go far away, but you don’t want to go…

So he walked, thinking. Suddenly he felt wet cool water with his feet. He was so immersed into himself that he didn’t notice how he stepped into the creek with his feet. This led Fox to himself. He looked into the mirror-like surface of the water. It was blinking with gold. Even the water wore autumn colors here. It seemed that even the air was golden here. From this on the soul was even more cloying.

Without taking off his hat, Fox plunged his head into the stream. The water gently washed his head. It was felt as it became easier, as the mind became clear, as it became easier on the face. Fox carelessly fell into the water. The coolness, like an electric shock, splashed the whole body. This clarified his mind more. In the soul was joyful emotions, and he began to jump into the water, then dipping into the water and breathing the air out under the water through the mouth, then jumping out for a new portion of air. All the blues has gone somewhere. His head was spinning from oxygen. He gently lay back and let the water carried him downstream.

It was unusual! The coldness of the stream and the state of weightlessness from being in the water.

“What a blue sky!” Fox caught wild astonishment, as if for the first time in his life he had seen the sky, – “after all, not everything is the same color! This world has a lot more colors than I suspected! (Fox forgot all about the multicolored rainbow colors that he had recently seen, having had breathing in the fresh mountain air for the first time).

Fox seemed to discover the whole world for himself. The color is blue… Indigo… It’s so calm and peaceful. He was so immersed into the contemplation of the sky that he forgot about the coldness of the water. He was carried away by the state of weightlessness, and he didn’t notice how imperceptibly he rose above the surface of the water. Didn’t you forget? After all, he was in a world where much imagination decides, if you can use it right.

And he sailed, lying on his back above the surface of the water, until he dozed off. The reality gradually turned into a dream… And a flock of clouds appeared in the blue sky. This time they were snow-white and fluffy, like cotton wool. The soft murmur of the water cradled and calmed down, and the clouds grew lower and lower… Imperceptibly a small cloud has separated from them.

“Probably this is the Cloud, which is my friend,” Fox thought with a smile on his face.

“Maybe a friend,” came the velvet male voice in Fox’s head. The cloud became lower and more and was taking the form of a human face.

“Who are you?” thought Fox, he already understood that you can communicate mentally.

“Look and answer yourself,” a voice answered with a friendly note in his voice.

The human face became gradually more distinct. Before Fox appeared a gray-haired Chinese with gray long brows and a long gray beard.

“Are you an old man?” Fox asked in surprise.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha!” The image in front of him laughed softly. “I’m the White-browed Taoist from the Transcendental Huashan Mountains. My name is White Cloud.”

“It’s strange,” said Fox. “Now I start to have ‘cloudy’ friends. The last time I talked with White Cloud.”

“It was me.”

“But how? Why?”

“I was the same as now, but your consciousness was not ready to perceive me, that’s why you saw me in the image of White Cloud.”

“It’s amazing! But why now do I see you as I see you?”

“Ha-ha-ha! You have experienced a changed state of consciousness, and it expanded, revealing to your mind the formerly hidden. No one can see more than he can realize.”

“Why are you here, hermit?”

“I’m here because you are ripe. Haha.”

“How did I ripe? I hope I’m not a fruit or a vegetable?”

These words amused White-throated Daos. Fox was like a little child.

“You matured in order to see more than you saw before. I’m here to show you the Path, so you will not get lost. I will teach you to use your imagination so that you can make the world around you better and more beautiful, so that you and your loved ones were always happy. I will teach you to be IN HARMONY WITH YOURSELF…”

The image of the hermit gradually disappeared in the air, and echoes in the head continued to sound fading: “In harmony with yourself… In harmony with yourself…” Gradually, Fox woke up and lost his weightlessness from surprise. He thumped himself into the water, plunged into it with his head, and after emerging from the water he saw the ordinary world. A world where there was already no Golden Autumn Forest, a world where nature played with natural colors, where everything was real. The world which wasn’t empty, and which was inhabited by completely familiar creatures: animals, birds and people.