They Call Him The Wizard: Chapter 11 – Clearing the Dusty Contracts

They Call Him The Wizard: Chapter 11 – Clearing the Dusty Contracts The Wizard sat in his favorite meditation spot, deep in thought, as he slowly worked through the chakras one by one. It wasn’t the first time he had done this, but today felt different. As he meditated on each energy center, he began to see visions—memories, perhaps, or flashes of alternate lives, parallel timelines, and moments that seemed to stretch beyond time itself. It was as if each chakra held a dusty attic of contracts, agreements, and bonds—things he had signed off on, knowingly or unknowingly, throughout lifetimes. Some were clear as day—promises made to old friends, past loves, or projects long since abandoned. Others, though, were strange, as if he had agreed to something in a completely different reality. Perhaps in a secret space program? Or in some bizarre alien exchange program? Or maybe, it was just the odd jobs he’d picked up in another dimension. As he meditated on these contracts, a realization struck him like a lightning bolt. Not all contracts are valid. "Wait a minute," he muttered to himself. "Just because I agreed to something doesn’t mean it’s binding forever, especially if it was based on lies or ill intent." With a smirk, he visualized himself stepping into a grand hall. The hall was filled to the brim with stacks of old, dusty contracts—some neatly rolled up, others strewn about carelessly, and a few tied in red ribbon, as if trying to look more important than they actually were. The room felt heavy, cluttered, like the mental equivalent of a hoarder's attic. The Wizard began walking through the room, picking up contracts here and there. The first one he found was ancient—an agreement from some forgotten timeline where he had sworn eternal loyalty to a group of, well, who knows what. He couldn’t even make out the language, and honestly, it seemed like something he might’ve signed in a moment of excitement, not really thinking about the consequences. "Yep, this one’s gotta go," he said, shaking his head. Without a second thought, he tossed it into a nearby shredder. The paper crinkled and crunched as it was pulled through the blades, transforming into nothing more than compost for the etheric realm. As he moved through the room, the contracts became more bizarre. One was a glowing piece of parchment detailing a complex trade agreement with an extraterrestrial species. It promised him “limitless knowledge of the cosmos” in exchange for...well, something. He couldn’t quite tell what. The fine print was tiny, and something told him it wasn’t worth the hassle. "Definitely not worth it," he muttered, tossing it into a fireplace that had appeared out of nowhere. The flames crackled as the contract went up in smoke, and the Wizard felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He chuckled to himself as he realized just how many of these agreements he had accumulated over his lifetimes—some tied to relationships, others to possessions, even a few connected to his spiritual journey. One particularly strange one caught his eye—a contract that apparently bound him to never losing his favorite pair of socks. "Well," he said with a grin, "this explains a lot." With a flick of his wrist, he let the wind carry that one away. As he continued sifting through the contracts, he began to notice something else. Every time he shredded, burned, or let a contract blow away, he felt a little freer. It wasn’t just about getting rid of old agreements—it was about reclaiming parts of himself. The more he released, the more possibilities seemed to open up. It was as if each contract had been holding him back, keeping him tethered to some old reality that no longer served him. He even found contracts tied to the secret space programs, ones that involved working with enigmatic figures in shadowy corners of the galaxy. "Well, that was an interesting adventure," he mused. "But I think I’ll take a break from galactic politics for a while." Into the shredder they went. One by one, he went through each dusty contract, feeling lighter with every decision. Some of them made him laugh—like the one where he’d apparently agreed to never again question the existence of Bigfoot. "I’m keeping this one," he chuckled, rolling it back up and tucking it into his cloak. A little mystery never hurt anyone. Other contracts were heavier, though, and carried deep emotional weight. There were attachments to relationships, both romantic and familial, that had long since run their course. There were promises he had made to himself that no longer aligned with the person he had become. Some contracts were tied to physical possessions—things he had once thought essential, but now realized were just clutter. He held one contract in his hand, thinking deeply. It was an old one, tied to a past relationship that had been filled with love but had ended in confusion. He felt sadness, but also clarity. "This served its purpose," he said gently. "But it’s time to let it go." He placed the contract into the wind, watching as it dissolved into the air, returning to the Earth. As he neared the end of his contract-clearing journey, he came upon something unexpected. It wasn’t a contract at all—it was more like a key. It glowed faintly in his hand, warm and comforting. Instantly, he knew what it was: his soul’s purpose. All this time, through all these contracts, lifetimes, and realities, he had been searching for this—his true purpose, untethered by outdated agreements or entanglements. And now that he had cleared away the debris, it had finally revealed itself. With a deep sense of peace, the Wizard placed the key near his heart, feeling the warmth spread throughout his body. The dusty room around him began to shimmer and fade, replaced by a glowing, open field of possibilities. New doors were opening, new timelines were ready to be explored. He smiled to himself, filled with gratitude and light. "Well, that was fun," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Now, on to the next adventure." And with that, the Wizard took a deep breath, feeling more alive and free than ever before. He had cleared the clutter, let go of the unnecessary, and found the path to his soul’s purpose. What lay ahead? He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing for certain: the possibilities were endless. To be continued... Global Robotics Corporation Robert Colee globalroboticscorp.com Please like comment and subscribe