Mahdi & The Magic Crystal
The image of his face was burnt into my mind as a child. That famous head, the silent lips, the ever so colorful turban, and those piercing eyes…
those eyes that I would never forget.
I do not remember where I first saw the face of Alexander as a child but I know that I saw him. Everyone had. Everyone knows the man who knows. His artwork has been used on countless products, appeared in blockbuster movies, and his posters were so numerous they still populate venues all around the world.
He has, in some way or another, always been in my mind, calling to me. This call led me to a land faraway, to the famous port and that ancient city, Benares.
It is written that Alexander was born in this mystical city in 1867 and I walk these streets because he walked them, to follow him. I follow his footsteps in the hopes that somehow I might see what he saw and hear what he heard in this magical place. The Ragaro stands frozen in time and this square is filled with men of old, men of timeless wisdom, sitting with their legs crossed and their bodies bent, staring, fixated, hypnotized on their shiny fragments of crystal.
Unearthed in Benares, India by Mahdi. Their marvellous powers have been the talk and wonderment of the whole civilized world. Uncut and raw.
Their silence is deafening and only adds to the sensation of the time suspended in this place. Even their breath is perfectly calm and quiet to the point that I become aware of my own breath and heartbeat… until I hear another beat, another rhythm beating. I follow the sound and the closer I get the louder it gets until I am right on top of it and I know that what I am hearing is humanity’s heart beating. Every failure, every dream, every promise made and broken, every lie told and truth whispered is in this place at this moment. I recognize it, even though I have never heard it before.
I am drawn to it, no, compelled to follow it. Do I will to follow it or has it taken over my will? I do not know and both possibilities seem to be one and the same, the same way that this beating is synchronized with my own heartbeat. I don’t know how I got to this place or where I am any more. It is dark and the little light there is reflects off the cave’s walls. The beating continues as I go deeper and deeper into this place and deeper into myself. I travel deeper into the interior than anyone has ever been and finally reach the place that he has also been.
He, Alexander. I know that he has been here. I know that I must dig.
As the alchemists of old would say:
In sterquiliniis invenitur - in filth it will be found.
What you need most is always to be found where you least wish to look.
Here I find what I have been searching the entire world for, the master key to the minds and hearts of millions, my magic crystal. The crystal is rough but I know that it will become brilliant and polished from much handling. I know that the more I stare into this rock, the more I will see. I hold the crystal up to my eyes, looking into it and staring back at me are the eyes of Alexander, the eyes I never forgot, only now they are my own eyes.
The Man Who See All & Knows All is Me and soon I will Tell All.
Tell all to those who ask. Find for those who seek. Answer for those who question.
Not to reveal what has happened or what will happen, but to earn you freedom.
Not to read the stars but to write your will across the stars in the sky.
CLAUDE ALEXANDER CONLIN
Mahdi The Magician Edition
PDF | 182 Pages
Alexander & The Magic Crystal, is your initiation into the secrets hidden in The Lost Library of Alexander.
C. Alexander’s story starts in Benares, that ancient and mysterious city where he discovers the secret of the crystal. The hidden knowledge that he will use to astound millions around the world as The Crystal Seer and The Man Who Knows.
This is a compilation of books that Alexander created to help his audience develop their intuition, master their mind, and silently influence the world around them.
Bonus: Alexander’s Astrological Readings
