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Chapter 1

Morning of Gold

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This world-appearance is a confusion, even as the blueness of the sky is an optical illusion.” -- from Yoga Vasistha - Supreme Yoga / Swami Venkatesananda


Princess Maya rubbed her eyes in wonder.

She had just woken up from a night’s gilded sleep. Sitting up in her gold bed, she was surprised to see a golden package tied with a golden ribbon lying at the foot of the bed. “Just like the package I received in my dream,” she murmured confused. “What’s going on here?"

She leaned over to pick up the package, and saw that a note was attached to it with a gold thread. She looked at her gold watch: it was Friday, the date 11.11.11 (the year 2011), the hour 10:10:10 in the morning. The princess liked to sleep late (one of her weaknesses...), although she was very punctual and liked to break records - like the record number of seconds she could hold her breath, or stand on her head. Thus she was always searching for the latest innovations in timekeeping – inventions that were accurate to the thousandth of a second or more.

The princess stretched, yawned a great yawn, and began to read: “My beloved princess, please do not forget that you are a princess, or the family you come from! Have a good trip and a successful journey. With great love, Prince Karma."

“I must still be dreaming,” she mumbled, and with delicate hands opened the package. Inside was concealed another package, and inside that another package, and another... and yet another.

Princess Maya began to lose her temper. “What’s the meaning of this? Somebody must be playing a prank...” But just as she was about to throw the package into the waste basket, she spotted a little crystal ball. Since she was a spoiled princess, and accustomed to receiving gifts, she was at first indifferent to this gift. She had already been given everything a princess could dream of - precious jewelry, clothes by the best fashion designers in the world, even a flying saucer. Once, when she was a little girl, she had received a robo-doll that acted according to its mistress’s mood: it could be a baby, or a child, or at times, a friend. It had even played the part of an annoying little sister whom she used to call “Luna”.

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