The STrings : Master Key For All Answers: The Strings Trilogy, #1

By Zen Toronto

"A shocking adventure that unravel the secrets of The Strings, which changed his life, mentally and spiritually, forever"

Stuart is a professor at Chicago University, a passionate historian who throughout his life acted and thought on logical, empirical, and scientific principles. Metaphysical approaches are never considered. He loves his job very much and feels his life is fulfilled.  

But now he couldn't withstand the power of "The Void" which hit him without warning and was like a leech clinging tightly to his mind, sucking his sanity. Beyond his own will, unconsciously he had traveled thousands of miles from his country.

A journey that turns out to be an epic adventure that brutally challenged logic and guts, drained his sweat, dripped his blood, and endangered his life.

What really happened during his journey? what factor x made him survive the dangers dozens of times and even from death?  was it just a coincidence?  is it just luck?  or is there some other hidden purpose?  

 

What surprising facts did he discover?  

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Zen Toronto
• Release date: May 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393442875

Zen Toronto

Zen Toronto is a survivor who brought the opera of spirituality to the masses and reinvented “The Strings” a master key for all answers; for whatever your question is, whether it is about life or the afterlife.

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THE STRINGS

Master Key

For All Answers

Zen Toronto

Shaan Chango

2021

Copyright © 2020 Zen Toronto

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except with brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Names, characters, businesses,  places,  organizations, events and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, either to protect identities or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

The Void

Mother’s Call

The Revelation

The Intermingling of Destiny

A Different Trajectory

The Boat

The Shots Had Rung

Watching the Universe

Escaping Death

The Betrayal

Spending Time in Jail

Thailand

A fighter

The Great Escape

A lift

The Ultimatum

The Void

Iwas doing my work with the best of my abilities, but still, there was this void inside me that made me feel empty. The more I tried to avoid it, the more depth of the void I felt. For days, I could feel that the void was lingering and never faded away completely. Sometimes I had forgotten about it. It was when I taught my subject in the university. My students loved the way I taught history. My emphasis was always focused around history repeating itself. I taught them that there were only few people who learned from history. As far as rest of the population was concerned, they weren’t interest in it. The class loved my passion. Students asked me questions. The dice of history was spilled. It was the deeds done by the great people, and the bad ones. It also instilled a feeling inside me that how time was a virtue in disguise and how it taught so many lessons, with so many tales, but still, the repeated mistakes occurred.

To decipher everything, the students asked me more and more questions. It never stopped. It helped me to organize my mind and to allow more vibrancy to my articulation. I had noticed that whenever I spoke with the voice coming from my chest instead of just the mouth, I felt connected to the students. They all sat in a huge hall like an auditorium and I giving my lecture like a silver-tongued orator. I could see most of the time that the students were dancing to my symphony, connected to my words. Yet the theatre inside their mind were playing a motion picture that my words had created. It was a splendiferous moment. The art of teaching was what moved me ahead. It made me feel happy, joy, and if there were problems, they were the opportunities. In the midst of all this, I could still feel that void. It became numbed whenever I gave my lecture. But it came back. It was always there. Sometimes I felt that the void inside me said that you are much more than a body. There is a depth to you that you need to embrace. That moment will come. That moment is inevitable.

The voice of the void was slowly becoming lauder. Strangely, I felt like there was a world that resided deep inside me. I wasn’t just aware of it. I could feel the glimpses of it every now and then. The emergence of those glimpses always came at very irregular times. Sometimes I was mistaken when I compared the essence of the void with the voice inside my mind. I knew that my internal dialect was not my void. The internal dialect always got shunned whenever the void came. When I put attention to it, there were no more thoughts. The present moment was all I embraced.

It made me see the present moment with a distinct reality. It was like a filter that had been uplifted off inside of me. If the void had knocked me outdoors, I would look at the trees differently, would observe the wind rustling and the leaves shaking, the radiancy of the blue sky, and the earth more serene. If I was in the campus, I would feel my words coming out from my mouth and the swinging motion of my gestures teaching the students about the importance of history.

The more I tried to notice the void, the more it shook me at different intervals of time, not right away. It started increasing day by day. The feeling was strange. Who was I? I asked. I sure was a human being, but there was something more to the layer of being a human. I had paid attention that whenever I would prepare my lecture, I would notice that I lived for preparing tomorrow.

It was like skipping the present moment, and the cherishing of the lecture that I had given and had prepared for. It had meant that I cherished my past. These deeper realizations felt metaphysical. I wanted to be something more. This phrase might lead to the connotation that I wanted to gain more material success in life, but I was fulfilled with my financial life. Something more meant something deeper inside. The truth.

There was a sense of peace within that the outer world felt unimportant. It said that don’t pay attention to me. Pay attention to yourself, so that you can come back to me. These realizations made me feel eclectic. I started questioning my identity. It then led me to question my purpose. There was something beyond me and the concept of being a human created by the society felt like a shell. The void was telling me to get out of it. How? I didn’t have an answer.

As a professor in a university, I was pretty fulfilled. This was what I thought during initial years. Neither did I have any partner nor many friends. I had my apartment in the middle of the city. I exercised daily. Early sleeping led me to the importance of recharging my body. I thought taking care of the body and taking care of the mind was what real self-care was. But ever since the presence of the void, I felt empty, yet here was the catch: the moment I paid attention to that emptiness, the filter of reality narrated by my mind was gone. There was just utter silence. I enjoyed that silence. It made me feel that there was an external power far greater than me interacting with my internal world, creating that void.

The first time it occurred, the day was Wednesday. The twilight shade was before the dawn. Almost half the city was sleeping. The luminosity of the street lights was sharp and hazy as it spread. When the dawn came, the sky sprang its colours as if saying that every day was a new opportunity. And when the sky became golden with red streaks, the blessings of the morning had come.

The buildings surrounding me, each apartment’s light turned on one by one. These light flashes made the city estimable. And here I was standing before the glass window of my apartment for almost an hour, having no thoughts, but just observing what the earth had evolved into – I being the part of it. When I realized that I was late for the campus, I hurried. The thoughts intruded. The utter silence got buried. It was underscored by the chatter of the city. It started the moment I took the elevator. And when I left and had come to the open spaces, the world was moving. I was looking for a taxi. The horns kept answering, but by the time I got into a taxi, I knew for sure that I was late for the campus.

The taxi was slow. I felt like if everybody was dependent on the car, then I had to take the sidewalk again. It was clear as if the universe was asking me to take the less saturated path whenever I get the change. Change was constant, I thought. Some people might undermine the street, but for me, it suited me as I got out of the car and started running.

I reached the college late. The emergence of the campus was grandeur. It was like some modern castle produced by some phenomenal architecture. They were rectangular buildings spread like the port of some space station.

When I reached my staff room, I couldn’t believe that I was half-an-hour late. I emptied some books unto my locker. This was when I heard a voice. It was smooth, agile like a kitten, but mature as the words formed.

Don’t worry, Stuart. Andy is taking your class, said Susanne.

I looked at her. I found it hard to form any words. My eyes were wide. Why haven’t I noticed her before? My thoughts were erupting. Susanne was looking at me with a puzzled expression, as if controlling her laugher.

Meanwhile, I just looked at her dark eyes, then my eyes fell on her hair. There was something serene about it. I could see that she was waiting for my words while she maintained a calm composure.

Is he teaching history? I asked.

No, she said, smiling. He is teaching them epistemology.

Oh, I replied. It felt like my throat had jammed.

It’s good to hear your voice, spoke Susanne. You always arrive very early and leave for your class. I heard the students are in awe with your presence.

Well, not today.

"Don’t worry. Andy has got you covered. He