It is difficult for wisdom to follow the directions written in simple.
I am learning, teaching myself how to make the colors more correct, but which color is best, only through trials, will I know. It truly is nature's way to do all things through trials. Man likes the term trial and error, but when is an error an error, with this, when ya die that was an error. I have healed everyone of my illnesses even aging. This is how I know I am correct. It is however only through the eyes of others can I tell, for blind Faith is a sentence of vanity with this. Transmuting the metals is not difficult, once you learn to see in the darkness, there is a reference found to making it possible in bright starshine, but never another....it is like the mention of the Great pan and his lost boys, today's story well known to many but the facts from somewhere between the 9th and 13th century are to be found somewhere, in the Vatican libraries I would guess, but for who to view...There seems to be no others, or at least I have found none, umm wait I felt one once, such a fine strong mind it was, I remember it well, never did get it identified though. It would be easy for me to lose it all, a simple war would make, obtaing the necessary ingredients difficult, then processing them, then the mixture, then the application, then converting such quantities into usable currencies, hard to do in a stable world, in a world torn apart, wow, explains why there are so few. Even the Maji would defend their small wooden walls with tossed lighting and fast diseases, against armies who would invade, but those armies finally did make it through, and then the Maji were few. Mankind is best at War, sadly, hence why I exist for the most part as a ghost, hard to locate by the best all the time, call me paranoid but I do believe their are very old hunters out there seeking those like me who have been one in an era and when found we disappear.
Mostly in plain, just cause I wanted too...
Enjoy
A man
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