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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Moon Saga~In Search Of The First Shine Again

'When they brought the mirrors to Princess Ateh,
she was still in bed and the letters had not yet been washed off her eyelids.
She saw herself in the mirrors with closed lids, and died instantly.
She vanished between two blinks of the eye, or better said,
for the first time she read the lethal letters on her eyelids,
because she had blinked the moment before and the moment after,
and the mirrors had reflected it. She died,
killed simultaneously by letters from both the past and the future.'
“Dictionary of the Khazars”

Then,they took me to their temple,an imposing granite palace,situated on the bilberry blue hilltop,and while climbing up the spiral stairs,they discovered me a secret....they never sleep,by staying vigilant for a new magic to cure them and allow their dreams to grow again...I felt sorry,but their elation and comfort,convinced me that they live a merry life,though.

Having reached the attic of the mansion they pointed toward the spot,a circled,white-cream anorthosite basin,where the script with secret formula for their healing was stored ;whether it was a reflective insight,or something else,yet i knew it was the residence of the Lady of the Moon,commonly known as Hekate Serbona,to hold it deeply buried under the stairway to the earthshine.
...while it's in female nature to dominate the dark side of the moon,the male one is lighted and unchanged,,.

-What is the reason for keeping you as hostages?

-a silky voice accompanied me:Once you gain a certain level of reputation,just hold on to it,..... she simply pursues her own dreams and that makes her so different,... .

Finally i found a creature to be like me...

I noticed they did not speak ardently about her,that i steered the conversation in another direction,by praising the shining palace to reflect all the beauty and warmth of a home.There was an occasion outfit commissioned for me,and it quickly came to my mind,they would host a special dinner in my honor.To repay the kindness,i stayed awake all through the night,yet feeling comfortable and being overwhelmed by mystic,ultramarine blue midnight;however,it didn't make any difference to them,for they never bother themselves with obscure side of a human.They never complain,never cheat and never different from us! I was ashamed,and decided to let the silence prevail,..because between two successive winks of an eye there is a large magnitude of understanding and misunderstanding,in which a dream falls apart.

I am eager to never leave anything that matters to me unaccomplished and undefined.There is a rumor about the script to lie buried amid the stellar remnants and artifacts.Now one might think that i exaggerate everything,and that my words are nothing but relatives of my imagination.Everyone has a choice:to pursue subtle and unresolved dreams,or to accept the gloominess of an earthly life without merging their visions into remarkable and beautiful streams of energy to visualize our divine nature.This tale is courteously modeled after the virtue of people who never forget that life is a heavenly gift,inherent in human souls to participate in all the risings and transmutations of a mystic and unsettled vast space.The enlightenment is like a falling star,it appears suddenly to bestow one's patience in a grim solitude,and break the observance of an ordinary day alike.

The place that i was so keen to peer into gave me ,not surprisingly,a quite different perspective;there was a magnificent and splendid surrounding,and in a flash i understood, it belonged to higher level of consciousness to never let unlovely and futile memories settle down.And in the very milky and glassy atmosphere,i saw the rise of a new world:
The first level of the castle harmonized itself with the flattering and shivering dreams of the youth,to remain in their memory like a spotless reminder of the vibrant smells of an habitual day and virgin sentiments,somewhere in the middle of their lifetime,defying the first disappointments and serpentine dreams.They failed to accomplish what they wanted in life,for being too young and inexperienced,or overreached themselves in their aspirations;and yet,in spite of everything,they remained vigilant,with constant prayers and smiles on their lips to nourish their faith and confidence.
The second -floor terrace spontaneously built itself into the outer layer of the body,to vigorously nurture brighter hopes and visions,and thus maintains a speckless view for the restive travelers.
The third story belongs to those who were confident of their dreams,but nevertheless they knew that most of their endeavors would remain in the realm of fantasy,...enough for a good life,however,it's like being in the hallway of its loveliness and excitement,because the virtue of human spirit could break into demonic sphere,to retrieve its brilliance from starless nights,rising above mystical and sombre emptiness,only to slither into an indefinable and reversed white liveliness,capture new spiritual spheres and rejuvenate one's body and mind.
The fourth floor represents a waiting room,filled with resonant vibrations and sighs,coming from spiritually devoted individuals who had recognized the omens along the paved alleys,however,stayed in the doorway,dazed by blinding light of the most beautiful expectations to still bewitch their most wondrous dreams.
The fifth one overlooked overall past experiences and achievements,waiting patiently for another stage of human advancement,because there will always be those whose doubts and fears stop them from gaining more beautiful perspectives.
The sixth-floor stairs brought us to the door,wide-open toward the space,making an impression you can touch the stars...;,everything looks perfect and wonderful,but it is tricky and illusive anyway,being dedicated to the ones who seemingly knew that amazingly perfect moment in their life,and yet,let it slither into the gleam of an indigenously conceived love,such that one can eternally seek among the siblings of a night's sky;;the rustic and the demonic dwell together,only sublime feelings escape convenience of a mortal world to reach some amazingly envisioned worlds.

The levels are distinct from one another and uniquely defined to intrigue and arise one's spirit looking for answers and interpretation.,,.in spite of such a configuration and order,it still happens that everyone wanders around,frantic and confused with eternal circle of birth and death..,and it very much resembled us and our lives.

Some of us stay focused on the morning's brightness and freshness of a new day,to make up for the lack of belief and willingness.The others look into burning sunset while whispering prayers in a snatch of the torn feelings and disturbing thoughts,or plunge into the silence of a bountiful night to behold a shooting star and make a wish once more.Ah,in vain!..i courted midnight's mistresses and cavaliers,but morning made me surprisingly charming and lovable.On another occasion,i looked flawlessly beautiful in the middle of the night. In such astonishing moments i am in search of the first shine again,following fragile previsions,, and i become more and more persuaded that it is unpredictable coincidence to define our most exciting moments in life,but then,there is a long trail of our sighs we leave behind,while curious,unsaturated and specious spirits shadow our dreams,and leave just one to live it for the rest of our lives.

I had an enduring mission in my mind,and asked one of osirians to take me to the place where we would have never arrived unless we had been recognized by the Moon's haunting glow in the earliest years of our lives.It was the second day of my stay there,however,eagerness already dimmed my reason.Like everyone else who made a mistake about anything that matters most in our lives,i had no choice.
We entered a lavishly decorated cluttered-room,feeling dazzled by crystalline-like twined radiance to come from the circulating pulsating center,then,as we walked deeper inside,it looked crammed with the silvery glass door bookcases and balsamic engraved shelves,filled with endless rows of primeval manuscripts,the treasure of alphabets and letters,collected from all over the worlds;and as we came closer i noticed that each of them could be read the same backward and forward,and having been turned into foaming bubbles,they could fly towards the cryptic expanses,unaware of the final day,however,bearing new life.
Unmistakably,i knew who had gathered manuscripts and books,and completed such a library ~a distinguish osirian who took the lead,had tiny engravings on his eyelids to glamorously sparkle their memory and prevent confusion about origin of the species .Then,the tribes followed the ancient scripts and inscribed their own letters ,symbols and drawings on the grave monuments,hoping that the serving to Gods,would make them immortal,and the bodies of their loved would be preserved.There was a pot, i just noticed it as i was passing by a cascade-like splashing,brilliant bubble shield,in which they put their unspoken,symbolic wishes, making a choice:will it be a matter of heart or of their eternal youth ,..
Yet i have always known that some of us don't need anything real to teach us how to live and love~it's innate!Moreover,the passing years showed me that a personal story i had longed for,is rarely satisfying,.. then,i began to write,trying to define my own life and myself in the most beautiful and scenic setting.

How did i know which book of time belongs to me?It's easy,because a brave mind opens uninhabitable perspectives,and favored with inner spiritual strength to speed up our heartbeats,it lets us foresee things that are of great value to our life,while an indifferent and flabby mind remains woeful inhabitant of the earth,restrained in its creative approach to life and deprived from subtle perception of the world;usually you don't look beyond the horizon,accustomed to conformity of prearranged reality,while your mind's inertness slows down cell's renewal circle,and you grow older sooner than your thoughts become mature;for a beautiful mind is like a seductive fragrance to spread the essence of mental power and keeps its vigilance unchanged;i approached the sparkling letters,a helical twist of biotic crystals,a substance that was not seen by a human eye,keeping the secret of the living world,both humans and the entire universe.Like a brilliant star,its trail reaches out toward the unconquered realms,haunting new species and lurking into separated segments of cosmos being not exposed to any possible quotient to have penetrated into the rest of universe.

I was looking at the shining codes,floating crystalline tears to shape a life and turn it into death,year of birth,screening the place where i was born,and then,i went through the pages wishfully and with excitement,to learn where i was wrong...once in my life,the opportunity came too soon for me,...there was the page,filled with unmeasurable passion,opening senselessly,and changing the course of time as twilight shaded into dawn too fast,leaving us mindless and dazed,,..and i knew,that what came to me like the greatest gift,at the same time,had smitten us with madness and changed my life,bringing my dreams and happiness away from a charming route that my life could evolve...
Then again,the night might have reveled,enamored and disorientated,leaving me awake till the dawn,while dreams jealously poured themselves across the unlivable destinations.Alas,happiness is short-lived but dreams are eternal,,,,, as a child of romantic sentiments i have always kept my focus on the vastness of the universe,absorbing its limitless power,and believing in its miraculous nature;however,the time,that invisible and diabolic ingredient,runs carelessly,to interlace our splendid expectations,leaving no space for another meeting again;because our souls belong to each other so ardently that this mere reality,homely and artless,is unable to hold it strongly attached and alive. And our hopes resist our deaths and live on,..nothing in this world is more powerful than an enduring aspiration!
....maybe, i was thinking,if i could defeat my fear,it would sanctify my wearing dreams and wicked passion!

-My dear,-i heard the voice,mellow and luscious,,-the mirror that you look in,has your passion captured at a mystic and demonic moment,when midnight becomes jealous of anything to hold the grace and myrrh,destined for an eternally obsessed and insensate duskiness;besides it is in disharmony with the softness of a young age which makes everything thrills with the same accord,...and so,a confusion had blasted through the mist hovering upon the lovers,blessed and touched by the madness,,

.,but why ME?-i thought to myself.

 -I know about You-i shouted,to let her know i am not afraid of her,or anything unknown-and i know, you don't like gratitude and prayers..for they come later,when your story is repeated and retold many times;,i was thinking about the way to show my appreciation,as i believed she was there to value everyone's intentions and ability to align themselves with the authenticity and singularity of a sound to have exhaled all material bodies in the universe.
Even though there is a proper balance and symmetry in a single cell and the entire universe,still , spiritual energy is infinite,and you can find new stream of energy to refine and renew yourself,;there will always be ones who were born into a life with everything they need for success,unlike the others who have nothing but themselves,and a rosy opportunity to recreate themselves and reinvent their lives!Then,the magical becomes everyday life,and one day conquers the limitless happiness.

-Wisdom usually goes with age,and you look so young,that you can deceive anyone but me...for i know more than a human perceives over his lifetime;i know demon's secretly cast spells and betrayals of the souls when death nears.While many fear silhouettes, i am accompanied by them;i know how old you are,and your youthful appearance doesn't surprise me or make anyone here feel indisposed and fact,you are privileged in my kingdom;, you can take the stage Princess!
The lucidity of mind and curiosity of the heart are valuable and exceptional features.,such as the ability to simultaneously walk the ground and radiate your own unique luminosity conquered through the brightness and openness of the sky.The finest minds master the ephemerality of a moment,attracting the most essential and beautiful from both realms- the real and the imaginary.As life enfolds itself,it brings some pitiable changes,but your inner strength and power of the will,emerge like your spiritual guidance,rising you above misconceptions about your personal life and invisible boundaries trying to prevent you from living a life you deserve.
There are moments when you are tempted beyond your power to resist:whether to walk the streets or make it a dream!Only once in your life you are overwhelmed with the subtlest emotions,most demanding for a weak human being, and unspeakable in terms of your earthly life,..however, passion is rebellious and vicious,never obeying the ordinary and rational;hence you can have it ignited at any time and from any perspective!The stage is unmeasurable and the secrets revealed to you,if you only immerse your thoughts into vast lucidity on the verge of universe!

I felt flattered by her attention,and so proud,as the miraculous scenes had wiped unrealistic fears and doubts, opening a new chapter in my life,that a genuine and daring approach to life can be reviving and rejuvenating.I was persuaded,that dreams and love never die,they only grow into new shapes and intensity,being caught between life and deaths,and dwelling in the mistiness of a spherical world like our holograph for eternity;yet in this new,transcending world i kept my native sense of wisdom and politeness,aware,that everything achieved might be lost in the blink of an eye.

Before you learn to hate,you must learn to love,, itself,it has gained me an inspiring new day;as soon as i thought it was all over,there i saw floating,blanched patches of sky,ready to transform themselves into amazing blackness,in which,nothing is ever ended,.,,and pages are made from scratches,written in a hurry,while regrets and rewards are timeless,,in spite of an untouchable,rigid future to lie ahead;we are never realistic about that,we all think the same,that our lives are eternal,like our dreams,,,. nevertheless even your loveliest recollections are like fading images of a book,,,yet if we made them into a personalized story, they would keep that mystical,seducing lure of the life we had once,to fill our hearts like distant resonance from another world and premature death of some fragments of our lives.

Having been surrounded by tranquility and calmness to hold the flavour of a different and unique ambient, i felt it might intensify my self awareness and sense of loveliness,making me believe that tomorrow would be the best day of my life,..and i know that illusion is harmless,for the time we borrow from the future is a mere substitute for a common and indisposed earthly framework.
Today i won the victory over myself;no sooner had the magic spell broken than i stepped into new day,while all the haunting,enigmatic and ethereal forces trying to enslave my body and mind disappeared;it left me in belief that there are gracious and sparkling streams of energetic shield around to heal us,if we only remain true to ourselves and our inborn dreams,...

to be continued

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl

"When you're touched by magic, nothing's ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They're too busy, or they just don't hold with make-believe, so they shut the door without really knowing it was there to be opened in the first place." — Charles de Lint

The Dictionary Of The Khazars


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