I was in center of London, when i could see a jewelry shop. I entered inside, because i found my necklace broken one week ago. Inside it was an old man, and he looked familiar to me. I asked if he think that he can repair my necklace. He smiled.

   -'Thoughts are free and are subject to no rule. On them rests the freedom of man, and they tower above the light of nature.' But what i think is not your problem here. It's what i can do. And yes, i can repair your jewel. Wait five minutes.

   I sit down and i took a look around. Nice paintings on the wall, all with alchemic theme. It was like i just blinkED and the jeweler was back.

   - Fifteen pounds, he told me.

I paid and i left the shop. But the really strange thing was few days later, when i finished my book about Ho'oponopono and i took another. 'Secrets of the nature' by Paracelsus. And from the first page the familiar face of the jeweler smiled back to me.

   A brand new day begin for me. And i am happy. Because i know that the philosophical stone, the one who give us immortality, is real. And some old legends are true.

G.