The harvest-bots have a mechanical problem.

"You're both off today. We have to wait until the mechanic gets here. That will take time",
says Marhta to them, turns on the spot and walks with heavy steps to her lounger to lie down on it.

Palda jumps in the air.
"You know what, Bodhi? I will go and play some drums."

And Palda disappears faster than a shooting star in the night sky.

Bodhilama sits down at his favourite spot by the river. This was the perfect place to think. His test run with the hammer had not worked. Too much force leads to too much stress, as his test run had shown. Now he has to think about how he can trick and outwit the system.

"But how?"

The sun is reflected on the surface of the river. Bodhilama's gaze wanders over the trees and grasses, over the sunflowers of field B89. It is ready to be harvested. He simply observes the scenery, the movement of the birds, the treetops blowing in the wind, water that is still and yet constantly in motion, formless. There is his chest, rising and falling, up and down. And there he is himself. Everything seems so peaceful, so still, so calm. The moment he becomes this stillness, a flash of genius comes into his head like a bolt of lightning. Suddenly he knows what he has to do.

"It is the only way. "

He needs to create a connection to the higher levels. Part of his consciousness is already deleting. That is why he gets so dizzy and can not fully remember how he got here. This sunflower field B89, they are harvesting it since the last seven days. That means they are already taking over his brain. He needs to fight back. The only way on how to do that, is to write affirmations.

"I am real, not a captive in a cave. I walk freely & I chose to be here."

"I choose to break trough, even though challenges will arise.
With Gratitude & Patience I shall embrace them & transform them into adventures
guiding me on the quest to who I am."

"Companions I hug & love, being supportive and a friend.
In danger, I stand by their side, no matter what."

"Even though my basked is running empty,
I manifest abundance in my own & in the lives of the ones around me."

"I am grateful for,
the ones which follow me like shadows, eve though they don't want anything good for me
as well as my for my own shadows, which I transform into the highest Siddhis."

After putting the pen aside, his gaze wanders over the small pieces of paper stripes, he has written his affirmations on. He takes a deep bow and ignited them. With his eyes closed, he begins to chant.

Bodhilama
chants.

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A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
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