Magic Beads

These are magic beads.

They were given to me by a monk. He spoke to me once as he placed them in my hand. I wrote it down later. That was the only thing he ever said to me. He disappeared into the city, and I never saw him again.

I’ve sold them twice. Both times they came back—once after two months, once after just three weeks. Neither person wanted a refund, nor would I have given one, both knew all sales were final. They both said “please take them back” and that they didn’t want to just leave them for someone else to find. 

The presence of these beads alters things. People treat you differently. Situations shift. Events unfold in ways that are difficult to quantify but hard to ignore. They will change how people see you. They shift the subtle currents around you. Opportunities appear. People react to you differently. And sometimes things happen that can’t be explained. 

I can’t tell you how they work. I don’t know. I only know that they do.

All sales are final. But like the others, if you feel the weight is too strange or the shift too sharp, you can return them. No questions asked. Included is my written transcript of what he told me when he handed me the beads. 

If you’re serious, ask anything you need to. I’ll answer with complete honesty. But understand—some things defy reality. And this may be one of them.