I went cold and couldn’t utter a word.
«So what’s the next task, Master?»
At that moment, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the King of Swords.
«Do you mind if I walk you home after the Open Mic?» he asked.
I rashly glanced at Roman with the look that gives away any girl. However, Roman just smiled like saying, «I can’t stay here that long.»
«Okay,» I replied to the King of Swords, and his heavy hand immediately disappeared from my shoulder.
«Do you like him?» Roman asked silently.
«The King of Swords never becomes the King of Cups!»
The Guardian rang the bell, and the break was over.
«You asked me about the next task,» I returned to the ground. «Audit your swamp!»
…Make an inventory of all things and objects, including clothes, souvenirs, other people’s gifts, books, magazines, photographs and even files on your electronic device – basically, of everything in your space.
The space should be filled with living energy working for you. Every object has a unique energy, but perhaps some of them have already fulfilled their purpose, and some are not yours at all. Review each item. What feelings does it evoke in you? Decide whether there is a place for it in your world here and now. If it causes negative emotions or none at all, this is not yours, say «thank you» and part with it without regret, with joy. Since the world doesn’t tolerate emptiness, something new will definitely replace the old…
The task is to open your door for the Future…
I went onto the stage and announced the Open Mic. The Cat was already sitting in Roman’s place.
I returned home and looked around my swamp.
«Should I sort things out on the weekend? Maybe. To take half to church. Two literary parties have already passed, and the 40>th is just around the corner. I will spend the 40>th and breathe out: freedom! F-R-E-E-D-O-M!
The 38 evenings left are enough, of course, to find the main Portal in the Mansion. It can’t sneak away from me! The Guardian has no right to prompt, but the Mansion is not the Winter Palace, it’s quite tiny. And nothing would keep me here anymore. Nothing and no one!»
«Hi, my girl. How u?»
«It’s 2 a.m.»
«Alone?»
«Pasha…»
«Like u much but u so distance. Me 4 u how?.. If want. How u want?»
«What’s happened with you, Pasha? Why did you suddenly remember me? What for? I am older than you. You are such a beautiful, kind boy… Forget!»