Once I was Ashastû, son of Darsha and the resident of the ancient city of Nishapur. Once I was the bird, imprisoned by a gilded cage. I was the follower of Mazdayasna and the worshipper of Ahura Mazda.
Like a butterfly, which once is a caterpillar, I was all that but no more. I have become the bearer of the most ancient of all legacies – the legacy of the forgotten wisdom. This is the story of my transformation and my transition, from a caterpillar to a butterfly; and from the path of dark ignorance to the path of bright wisdom.
All great quests for knowledge start with a broken heart.
‘Legend says that the spirits of Baba and Bibi still live on the slopes of the Kilimanjaro.
They meet all the weary souls, desirous of entering the elephant graveyard.
They attend to their broken hearts and mend their exhausted will to survive.
They have become the custodians of the broken hearts and guardians of the broken dreams.’