"Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart
with weeping to come back to earth;
and the angels were so angry that they flung me out
into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights;
where I woke sobbing for joy."
— Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)
with weeping to come back to earth;
and the angels were so angry that they flung me out
into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights;
where I woke sobbing for joy."
— Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)
It has been a long day since bleak and silver mist engulfed brightness of the morning,to confirm me in my belief how living in reality is a wrong choice.
In fact,i have never consumed outer decoration alone, following an accustomed view of life.I have been steadily trying to shroud myself in mystery and make my own magic.Having a beautiful life is more about the way you live with your imagination and premonitions,and less about where you set your foot on.I have become a fantastic and wishful spirit,pure 'devotion' to grow with endless perspectives;they soar,nevertheless you can always rise your spirit and with fascination grasp an opportunity soon you recognize that there is a choice.
It was such a day when i wished for wings,as everything around me seemed so pale and insensate, arising desire to revive memory of beautiful feelings and sights,envisioned and performed at the very beginning of my life.I decided not to let myself stay in the emptiness or live a parody of deceitful lives,and reached for things to have a clew in unwritten poems and tales.I enlivened the core of my memory,to burn all doubts away and say farewell to cowardice.
The striking view brought me exciting experience,merged into boastful sights.Following my instinct and white mystique,not surprisingly,i landed on the clouds;they are so puffy and soft,alluring for a gentle and peaceful slumber in the cradle of dreams.
With their fanciful shapes to deceive all the time,they were first to teach me an important lesson,that things are quite different than we see them in reality.And being an adult from such a perspective,seems so foolish.
As i think over it,one of first strange things i experienced,was clouds to swing my curiosity and admiration while changing their marvelous dresses of the sky.It made some of my first impressions,a breath of spontaneity we are born with,which begins to weaken over time.It teaches you how to stay young,using a spring of green energy to flow endlessly.Such an instinct is never lost, you live with it as you grow up,only the way you look at things and beauty of earliest feelings are being changed.In yourself you can cultivate primeval emotions and stay attentive to simple and joyful things,to renew your dreamy,enduring hopes and release the ballast of misery and indignation,piled over the years.
An aged but gracious face,rounded with sparkling white,long hair, peered through a floating,reddish cloud and smiled at me....
-It seems to me that you got lost my dear!- a caring voice caught my attention.
I don't like being underestimated .-No,i am always prepared for surprises!- my seducing voice reverberated, to make an impression on him .
-What a clever girl!Welcome!I am particularly pleased to meet you,as you come from a different world and don't know anything about life in the heights.I am accustomed to bewildered birds,and a human appears to be a true rarity for me!
Relying on my charm,i continued bravely- you may lack the understanding of our nature..we are not deprived of lusty and flattering views of the sky.In fact,every one of us strives for the heights,even to live by his own extraordinary beliefs,and hopes for the impossible...yes,a man is a comic figure,pompous and flaunting!Of course,he didn't know our visionary nature so well...i said to myself..
--I see now that the Wuthering Heights,made me neglect your spiritual blessings,..you have always dreamed about freedom,a life without limitation. ....
-If we had wings we would fly away to see all the other worlds out there....we miss spectacular views,and so we easy find consolation in sanguine expectations and flitting promises;however,there are beautiful skyblue motivations,hence,we can presently make marvelous and sublime changes in ourselves.And unlike many others i let my sensitivity interlace with susceptible,airy,occasionally diabolic obscurity right now,and leave nothing to chance.....as you can see,i even speak to you,which most people cannot .. i know you and the features of your character....you are a kindly and friendly person,and being familiar with you, i make it easier for everyone to understand a puzzle to hunt them for centuries,an enigmatic,picturesque book,whose pages tell a different story every day;now,i can bet everyone expects three wishes to be granted . .. because,memories are alive and go back to the early childhood when a true fairy tale begins.
That is a typical human delusion,as soon as they consider anything beyond rationality,.. you confused me with a magician..anyway..to see..first one: to fly....but you made it on your own;the second one is to meet someone from my realm and speak to him,for a human doesn't believe until he has lost something precious... the third doesn't exist...for it is fairly treasured in ones who see themselves in the mirror of both the worlds, and never mistake reflection for illusion....for them,all the realms are recognizable.
Your wishes are like the matches to ignite a hazardous play,delicious for mind and seducing for heart...to boast about your reflection and strength of your spirit;where you long to be,there is no need for praying,you can reach everything through your own merit;however,even to get to the highest sphere,or to land in most miraculous place,you would still think about how beautiful and smart you are!So,in fact you don't need me.....
To be continued
A Notice
I republish the first sequel to Moon Saga and i will do the same to the others,while a few of them will look quite different.Thank you for constant interest in my writing and sharing your impressions with everyone who feels a bit happier after reading and leaving this blog.
It is all about preparing my manuscript for publishing,both e-book and print book.Thank you for understanding!
“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Wuthering Heights
Illustration
Ruth Sanderson
'a professional illustrator since 1975, with over 80 published children’s books, in addition to having illustrated book covers, fantasy art, collector’s plates, animation concept art, and product design'
Chapter XVIII. Higher Devachanic or Heavenly Spheres
Blessings
Spiritual Powers
"A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction
and at such a speed,it feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now.
But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds,
and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough
to see beyond horizons."
Richard Bach
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