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This book has not been written to be read,
but to be consulted as a close and secret friend.
You can ask it
for nourishment, and it will feed you,
for enlightenment, and it will enlighten you,
to move you, to play with you, and with you it will play
in the most mysterious way the game of chance
that does not exist.
You may ask it a question full of hope or anxiety, and at all events, an intimate oneone of those questions which are out of the reach of intelligence and which are usually asked with ones heart, with closed eyes. Open the book at random and it will be there to speak to you. It does not only say something more or less interestingno. It also answers the question that you have not even uttered aloud. It responds in its own fashion, which is perhaps disconcerting. But do not wince. What you are told always turns out to be surprisingly sensible.
It is a game that has been played for centuries with books, which need to be constantly loved to remain alive and to continue to be effective, despite the accumulation of time. Before unfurling their banners, innumerable princes consulted the Bible in this way, or the Koran, or the Vedas. Many spiritual wayfarers, or people who are momentarily lost, or alone, or just anxious to avoid an obstaclein short, you and Ihave thus asked these fairy tales for light to fill their beacon lamps. And these tales have thereby given them the light they needed.
Why, how, and from where do the answers spring? You should not explain that. Neither should you speak too much of them. I know from lifelong experience that tales are immemorial and benevolent older people. They know the music of the worlds pulse. They always answer our questions, as long as these are asked with the innocence by which they themselves are shaped.
Keep this book close to you. Open it from time to time, as one visits a friend. And should you need advice from a luminary soul on your innermost path, consult it just by way of a game. Close your eyes. Open the book. Open your eyes. Thank whomever you wish.
Henri Gougaud
F rancis had just withdrawn from the world and had embraced complete poverty. But the people of Assisi, his friends, his parents, and his acquaintances of long standing all thought him mad. They held him in contempt. When he went into town, people jostled him, threw nuts at him, and scolded him. They insulted him to his face and hurled at him all abuse they could think of.
Francis bore everything, without getting angry. He never even answered them.
Now a man was observing him from the window of his house. He was surprised to see him put up with such scorn so readily. Either he really is completely mad, he said to himself, or he has received special grace from God.
This mans name was Bernard of Assisi, and he was one of the noblest and richest citizens in the town. He sent for Francis, inviting him to spend the night in his home. He had a comfortable room prepared for him and in the same room had a bed set up for himself behind a drape. He wanted to watch this man of God and see whether he gave in to the comfort. He placed a large lamp on a chest of drawers, with sufficient oil in it to shine throughout the night. By evening the humblest of men and the richest man in the town slept in the same room. But rather than enjoying the fresh sheets and soft mattress, Francis soon got up again and prayed through the night. Like a litany, as if to spur his soul to be fruitful, he repeated: My God and Everything, my God and my Everything; may God be Everything. May God be Everything. By the first glimmer of daybreak, Francis appeared to be illuminated too, and Bernard was deeply moved. Thanks to the lamp, which was still lit, but above all thanks to Franciss glowing devotion, nothing in the scene had escaped him. The rich man wished to be similarly ablaze with such passion.
Brother Francis, let me take leave of the world and follow you, Bernard begged.
I dont know, replied Francis, you will have to consult Our Lord. It is a serious decision. You are powerful and accustomed to being honored.
But he looked steadily into the rich mans eyes and added these words:
Follow me. Lets go see the priest at the bishops palace. After the service we will pray until terce. Then we will ask him to open his missal three times in succession. And according to the words to emerge from the book, we will know what to do.
They listened to the service, and prayed until terce; the priest approached them and, at their request, opened his missal three times.
On the first occasion the book said:
If you wish to attain perfection, sell everything you possess and give the proceeds to the poor.
On the second occasion they read:
Let he who comes after me give himself up, take up his cross, and follow me.
On the third occasion the sentence ran:
Do not take anything with you along the road.
Brother Francis turned to Bernard of Assisi and said, God has given you his advice; now it is up to you to prepare.
Bernard hurried home, settled his affairs, and sold all his possessions that same day.