Moon Saga-Flowers In The Sky

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,” cried the young Student; “but in all my garden there is no red rose.”

“Be happy,” cried the Nightingale, “be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty."

The Nightingale and the Rose,
by Oscar Wilde

I give you an ecstatic gift of my soul,for she dwells among angels,and never looks behind.;it's only vicious minds to make fake promises and wrong decisions,already accustomed to obscurity of a distant and horrifying world,captured in the obscurity of lies and revenge,and accompanied by hate,envy and pathetic misery.A genuine gift is never given without a promise of fulfillment,and life is majestic experience if you live in harmony with the beauty of everlasting dreams;they are never lost,and for each one of them, premonitory,yet unfortunately missed or failed,there is another dream catcher.

I feel that i constantly change my perspectives,lasting and persistent like a hope,to open the crystal gates of adventurous but promising dreams to owe everyone who still walks in a child's shoes a wonderful tale.I can't afford to disappoint them,so it appears natural to follow my instinct and tell a different story,using an ancient language i am familiar with,known only to the birds,being faithful and loyal to their homeland.The enthusiasm of my cloud's friend proved that a smile is not an accident,but something to tackle one's expectations.....

-My solitary friend,i know that your mind hosts many spectacular stories,waiting to give comfort and joy to everyone who live in accordance with adamant belief that a fairy tale is someone else's dream..
Your imagination is an inexhaustible source to motivate everyone with sleeping illusions..-after a sigh,he added-It might surprise you,but i must say that all the imagery you borrowed from picturesque tales,is not sufficient to atone for your own ignorance and intolerance,...even to speak truths you will always face suspicions and false interpretations,subjected to fragility of belief and lack of courage;as you hope for more beautiful life,you graciously turn your head to the west when you go to sleep,and vivaciously open your eyes to the east in the morning,Anyway,time doesn't discern past collection of your symbolic and perfective memory from a spontaneous impression you have now,for it flows backward,making you grow older sooner than your dreams,,,,therefore,bring back your youngest dreams to rejuvenate your body and refresh your insatiable spirit every day.
I once knew a fair,comely girl to sprightly tell her tales and spread joy around,,.ah, it's a sad story!

-Nevertheless,i want to know,,,i was persistent,and he revealed a fragment of her life.

   

-Well,stay attentive ,..:she was growing up in the lilac valleys,surrounded by green wooded slopes and pastures,seemingly quiet and sleepy,yet haunted by restless creatures and engrossed in intriguing sorcery. Apart from an unpleasant,gruesome intuition to grasp her while looking at the nearby forest,she was quite unaware of sylvans to inhabit the woods verging on her family orchard;with little hazardous steps she tripped gaily across her fairy land,adopting it like a princess whose imagination predominates over her dreams. Everything under the sky was a GIFT,,she was only expected to blink her avid,jade green eyes in the sunlight stunned by outer natural arrangement and yield to its sensuality,or to graciously pick up hardy wildflowers in the modest meadows and taste delightful fragrance of mountain air,, enough for her to be happy.That is the way she understood her native land.As the years passed,her splendid impressions faded,attuned to discolored and dispelled maiden zeal and curiosity.Slowly,like a wild animal slinking toward its prey,a shade of doubt crept into the familiarity of things she felt intensely about.She eagerly recollected blissful days,spent sinlessly and freely,..and then she realized!She was grown up now,and understandingly,the world diminished in her eyes and lost pretty much its early charm and beauty.Oh,what sadness!Not only the impression about faces she randomly met,but even the lusty hues of the yearning nature changed unwillingly,adding more grayish days to her joyful life,,and consequently,she made a decision to escape;thankfully she got two pair of bluish wings and left the earth, flying into lighter realms,,you guess,she is the only friend i have here to visit me occasionally and make me think about her destiny every now and then...

-I sympathize with her,oh,i believe that she must have been happier now,,,and not saying anything more,i thought to myself that the same fate rushed to us,however, i knew as well ,that our happiest days were the same ones to have gone and we once felt about them being murky and tedious;as soon as we let silence prevail and glumness settle down,the reviving memory unleashes the savour of the lucid past which urgently harvests most of our lives,making illusion more beautiful than a pale life,,,

Accordingly,no reasonable creature would leave anything to chance!However,many of us pursue another fairy tale,,
At the same time,these new emotions carried us away,hence i returned to the beginning,, .
-It is so delicate subject that i am afraid of being mistaken for an unreasonable being,...all the tales and interpretations of our civilization are splendid reflection of most beautiful,guided dreams,they are our reward and pride,...you have eternity,we have dreams, ..yes, i know what you can say,but we live our dreams as we live our reality;whether it feels like a rustic and compromising milieu or an inspiring and romantic poetry, dreams are our companions,our greatest solace in loneliness and despair,..and when we are happy,then we give them away;.find me another creature in the universe to share his happiness with someone,still understanding that dreams are only the way to say goodbye forever!

Our uniqueness has a peculiar price,we are mortal and know natural sorrow and pain..

As he waited patiently to end my monologue,his eyes opened wide in pure amazement,and having acknowledged my words,they gave away blue sparkles,..

-When the first kingdom was born,there was nothing but a dazzling,astral snap,to illuminate an insatiable  dream,separate dawn from dusk and make them bewildered by the priority over one's wild and fantastic aspirations;the air resembled a dense and hazy,sterling silver bubble,wrapped in a laced-like,placid veil,and then one day,a random sparklet entered the crystalline space and disarranged the square;in all this confusion and roaring sounds,amidst the amaranth-red flare,there began to thrive a biotic organism,while changing its structural arrangement possessed by the primal gladness and loveliness,.unconsciously and unintentionally,a new world originated-after a short sigh, he looked at me fondly and continued-can you imagine what expectations define your planet and your world ?
-And can you imagine how wonderfully changeable is this world surrounded by mysterious and sensible matter,being the first reaction to thrilling and tender movements,and so tightly attached to spiritual source,ennobled and subtle,,,having been just a preview of the first sentiment to resonate in your heart.
,,,because the most beautiful feelings are timeless and speechless,they roam around and don't ask for permission,furious like a storm and fatal like the falling star,,,

-I can't give you an answer to resolve the entire mystery,.of course,no one expects that from me,and i can only talk about my feelings; i can't change turbulent stream of earthly generosity and misfortune for heavenly easiness and tranquility,hence i live with my belief and hopes,...nothing ends,so are my humble ambitions and perspectives,that miracle happens when i am greatly devoted to refining myself,engrossing all the spiritual splendour to cross themselves with the beauty of material nature.,, happiness landed a long time ago,but it differs,depending on one's outlook and sensibility-my voice sounded immaculate,..lofty and elated.

-You can reach even higher level of spiritual awareness than your original nature gives you,as body and mind are very transparent and sensitive,they tell you secrets if you are willing to listen and follow your predominant attributes,...and everyone is gifted more than he believes.
The secret is in your heart,..Love is like magic....invisible,hard to understand,yet enchanting to grab you with the strength of its transformation.SHE is more powerful than imagination for it absorbs immeasurable passion,amazing intuition,hunting dreams,and reminiscence of suffering and sorrow,.. ..,,.all from both sides of Universe!

-Wait,wait..-i shouted-you said :both sides of Universe"...hmm,i am suspicious...

Love flourished soon after first tears fell on the earth long ago,and since then,she dwells in every single entity,live and illusive,material and spiritual,as personification of one's eternal dream to find home and love again.-he uttered it with a melodic tone.
Amazed at his words,i could hardly focus on his response-There is nothing strange,there is one mirror,but two different interpretations,illusion and reality,reason and sensibility,love and hate,male and female..you still doubt?Why would our universe keep any secret and a testimony unrevealed?Every moment a new explosion shines the sky,and if you are careful watcher and sly you can make all the universe conspire with you.,,
to change your destiny!
It is your fortune and challenge to let shadowy obsession master you,after you have gone through a fantastic accident, a double helix of senseless but flattering coincidences,a dramatic play of fateful decisions,dawn of light and zeal,twilight of fears and horrors,night of venture and spells,,..just dare to find that predominant dream in yourself,and turn your vision into magnificent and rhapsodic scenery!There are plenty of mysteries our there,and everyone has a chance to explore them and improve his mental faculties,as well as the way an organism responds to vital and circulating fluid;body and mind are diligent receptors,accumulating and refining the energetic flame to come from all over the space,...neither your life is confined to earthly perspectives nor your sense of isolation prevents you from growing beyond primerose sins to corrupt your happiness;conquer your fears of the unknown,disregard passing untruths,yet respect ashen letters to depict weird experiences,helping you improve your inner self ,..your swollen body and furious nature are tempted by cursed,demonic and ghostly remains.

-Oh,whatever to happen,i am prepared;having conquered unpredictable fears to spring from my weird nature,i made it clear stage for yet unfinished dreams and promises resting under silver branches of the tree to accompany a holy night,.,i feel my life spins finest colors,captured in a rapturous singularity of random and intelligent changes.

I know everyone awaits a prophetic rendezvous,wondering how to get there..

-It is a process of learning and purification...polishing your hearty and ardent spirit to shine like the brightest stars...we are your waymarks,we teach how life can be a wonderful fairy tale,just remind yourself of forgotten verse and lost slipper...-he said in a feeble,soft voice.

-Hah..i know that one!-i interrupted him-it is about Cinderella!,,.however,i have few additional,spectacular stories to raise my spirit,enough,to keep me vigilant,.

-So,it is truth,like you it or not,i am that generous friend to send all those beautiful,mindful gifts to your little friends on earth!
Think again,why are you still convinced that your love can be saved and a dream rewritten?

,..there are things and situations you stubbornly refuse to believe,but life surprises you many a time,,,; freeing yourself from antique superstitions and restrains advances your personal freedom and the intensity of your expectations,. i repeat this again and again:
-Let your spirit carry you wherever your contemplations land,and hold you firmly to your premonitions whenever you doubt.Spirit originates from beautiful and astonishing spheres,it is nothing but the finest,natural and purest cosmic energy,whose source is still a mystery,,.and i bravely harmonized my raw intuition with inner will.to grow stronger,being my servants and cleaning all outrageous,infernal influence.There is no prejudice in the magnificence of creation,as the whole universe is a perfect,harmonic impression,in which the past and the future become ridiculous,as well as a man's memory.

whereas,the body is superficially attached to rudeness and graceless of the soil,but again there is a cluster of inspiring thoughts,unfolding their wings freely in the infinity,along with your curiosity and passion to achieve more than it is predictable-a subtle voice followed-...now you see,out there is everything possible!-he shouted cheerfully, with an eyebrow raised.

--I expect a nocturnal shower of sparkling gifts for my friends,who have unreasonably abandoned their hopes in a wrong hour;their noblest sensuality courts heavenly dreamers,therefore they can be tricked so easily,,,

-I am not a Selfish Giant,i always fulfill everyone's desire,unless i have flown far away...,,there are few gardens invented only for dreamers whose inner life and sublime sensibility are not commonly apprehended, and whose dreams surpass everything known to a plain skyline's watcher,..,,,

-I know that one about Selfish Giant,'you are very kind to mention it!

-Please tell your fantastic little friends,to expect me as soon as Sun says farewell to all intimate,green and colorful landscapes,and trees become naked and gray...for now,they can freely live their curiosity and believe in every legendary creature,..it is so easy for them while turning over their pillows as the way they practice first magic,I pledged to convey their whispering messages and make them feel endlessly inspired for lifetime; unlike adults,they have greater susceptibility to the invisible and believe without restrain,then their curiosity finds mystical wideness and miracles that reasonable man remembers during plush-like,romantic nights.Your sincere and pure self devotion is able to unveil amazing talents,roaring and hilarious reflections clustered in the hidden skies,as soon as you let your thoughts and hopes soar. Hence you believe when everyone else has their visions already lost,and youthful spells forgotten.

-I am sure that this prologue will be persuasive enough for them to raise self awareness of giantlike spirituality within themselves,staying restlessly motivated by coherently bond sights and reflective,cursed dreams to hold them to primal child's impressions and sentiments;they are source of portentous achievements,-my exalting tone spread a purple flowery scent.- in my flawless,early age,i felt a dominant portent that i nurtured in myself like a most devoted icon,mystical and fascinating,to keep us vigilant and eager for the most unexpected.;and now i have my youth prolonged.Then there was an episode in my life when i learned to live with unspoken and obscure incentives to my spirit, bringing a fuzzy atmosphere and imposing a strange sentiment upon me.

-Yes,human persistence is astonishing,. .however,there is an inborn faculty to negate generosity of ethereal property,a divine,spiritual virtue,which makes them susceptible to disbelief in the power of dreams;anyway one can always pick up a scrap of the sky,and make a wish...that is how a child collects his own dreams, a little by little to beat any doubt and live his own fantastic reality to the fullest.Children's love is spontaneous, understanding intuitive,thus it portrays a wish being of spiritual origin and fearless;they act wisely,for love and happiness are alike,they come in an instant,,,





Illustrations
Gustaf Tenggren
Illustrator
Gustaf Adolf Tenggren (November 3, 1896 – April 9, 1970) was a Swedish-American illustrator.


“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
 ― Paulo Coelho The Alchemist
Pronoia

"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “ It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man? "
— Oscar Wilde







To be continued
A Notice
I republish the third 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.
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A Winter Love Story

“Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking.

You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman,

and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox.

You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing:

yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met.”
― Jean M. Auel, The Valley of Horses

There are days you dream about,and there are ones destined for you,even you never thought they would happen.

At times when heaven erupts with love and affection,to please every human being and let magic flatters its wings,everyone believes in a change after many dreams have gone unrealized.And i knew i would have such a night for me,following my truthful and weird nature .
On the night when crystal ice makes every tree feels hurt and coldness streams around the globe,a young girl made a decision to set off on a long journey toward her dreamy home,situated about the halfway down the fairy trail.She bravely pursued her dreams and let her intuition be a guidance.Walking in deep snow to have covered the rudeness of ground here and there,she vividly rushed in the course of her passion and fears, leaving little tracks behind,being aware they would disappear,as soon as a new creamy layer had fallen ;and there was no regret about anything she knew,only the joy and her desire to merge her world into the white beauty and purity,....ah,how easy it would be to erase some stages of life made by mistake and frivolity!

Still,there was the morning's prelude,and besides her to eagerly look at the horizon,few crows were circling chaotically,or rather,it was just her impression,to have nothing to do with reality,as she often felt about herself.Hence,distant cawing voices were in a living harmony with the soul waiting for a new tune.The expectation is the essence of everything.
She craved for some things beyond earthly realms,because she believed to deserve much more after prolonged expectation and self accusation.Presently,the stillness and simplicity of cold and proud winter's landscapes,arranged with trees here and there,made her feel so comfortable in spite of frost to mercilessly haunt every single thing around.The bewitching and idyllic ambient,was favorable to take one's sorrow and melancholy away.As she walked,thoughts came one after another,strung,like the cobwebs of ages caught in a dusty ornament.However,there are whirls of emotions to rise upon the valleys and lightly strive for solace, somewhere beyond the sights.And having lost her previous discomfort,it seemed to her that she looked at the same tree,a frozen,evergreen youth,whose lines were drawn by the same hand once ago.Suddenly,it became easier for her to feel the warmth and love of an abandoned world.

Enchanted and alone amongst the snowdrifts,she walked confidentially in the direction,chosen lovingly and hardily.A long time ago, Aurornis' delightful eye spotted this White Magic,honoring first cries and stirs after a frozen world had raised under the layers of passionate and ebullient scenery.She was blessed and favored by whiteness,as the most dominant color,knowing that even in the darkness you can reach through the walls of quietness and speak a different language.There was a time when she meditated on the white to shine clarity and pureness,like maiden beauty to feed herself on love and grace,and an elegance to reveal itself through the spirit and mental attitude,pursuing for happiness.

It was late in the afternoon,when she arrived at the solely mountain cottage,pleasurably situated in its solitude and far from the world known to us,as a man at times suffers and finds condolence in the loneliness.When she passed through the gate to open a glittering and sparkling backyard,she discovered a charming villa with pastel blue towers,so alluring,immersed into beautiful outer decoration.Then,she willingly stepped into the house,and looked around the foyer.Her tremor and sadness had immediately absorbed a warm and spiritual atmosphere,to soar joyfully in the every angle of her new home.

At the center of living room,a round table covered with lace crochet cloth,and light burgundy brocade chairs, gave a noble impression,reaching its harmony to the windows,decorated with blush ballgown draperies,while the bed placed against the wall,distantly reflected late Sun's rays to penetrate through the windows. Everything corresponded to the late champagne shine,yet,very soon,she hurried to light a fire in the fireplace. The wooden logs were prepared and arranged in vertical columns,and she knew,these were first token of the striking set of events to come.At the moment,all she wanted was to plunge into serenity,having a mundane experience left behind.
Settling herself comfortably down in a gilt brocade armchair,she let gracefulness carry her away,while closing the eyes...

Soon the silver breath of frost filled the room,a tall young man came in,shaking snow off the shoulders and carefully approaching to her.She was not surprised to see him,and it was weird..,...

-Where have you been so long?-she summoned up the power to ask-I waited for you,patiently and eagerly,as day follows night and night a day,along with dissipating fragrance and premonitions of my dreams..

-I looked for you,but i had never taken the right road....or i didn't listen to properly,..- tender voice softened the silence while he sat by her.

-Were the voices real or delusive?Maybe they misled you,spreading lies..

-I have wrongly believed that dreams would come to life by themselves,and waited too long,..i was cowardice-he said.

-No,no my darling,-she stopped him-my only true love,everything is shimmering,everything is just fine,don't let anything destroy our feelings about the night we have,...i knew it from the beginning,.

-You knew we had just a few hours for us,alike the butterflies fluttering around our souls?

-Yes,for our love is heavenly surprise,a lone night ranger to leave his gift,while the angelus bells ring once for lifetime,..coming of her own free will,feeling uncomfortable with cruelty and ruddiness of reality...it lasts as long as a day and night together...like a life conceived and died in a mo..

-Even so,i shall always love you-he said,holding her hand and touching her face so gently,that passion left frozen behind,and proceeded-life is senseless without your love..oh,i meant to say,without love,anyway i shall love you even you leave me,..

-Never think of that again,and never doubt,..my life belongs to you,my youth and years yet to come,all my hidden world and inspiration,all imaginable things to share together;when i fell in love with you,i was enchanted and dazzled by the beauty and strength of emotions,to surpass everything i felt before, an untouched reality and most beautiful sentiment in my life,continence of first love,,..i learned about nocturne romantic and why the lovers eternally seek each other after departure..,loving you is like saying farewell to the life i knew before.

-Love at first sight made me lunatic..since then,i have become a ghostly appearance of this world,
nevertheless i persistently sought fragments of my happiness and never found;i feel,there is something in the space,a refined and spiritual gift,to rise one's sensibility and turn it into injustice for the vicinity,while the universe gets hurt,losing its balance ...consequently,a human must suffer and stand pain and soreness alone,for a man is allowed so little,just enough to begin and end a dream.-his soft and subtle voice followed a glance into the invisible skies,as he expected plaudits from the emptiness..

-I spoke to myself in my solitude,looking for answers,but thoughts disappeared in the mirror of a day..yet,there were gems of nights when i saw you in my dreams -her words,a mix of sweetness and sorrow,filled his hazel eyes to bear some mystique and warmth,being so sincere,you could always trust them ..it is one of the finest characteristics of a male,,...the eyes you feel wherever you go,..sweet tenderness

-The same nights fell upon me,..i wished for you,but dreams went hollow,without passion,..why? Who adopted them?Oh,heavenly injustice,to take our enthusiastic vigor,and let wintry air possess us,turning rouge into mortality.Anyway,eyes are already closed for the beauty of this world,.. and the layers of whiteness to have stored craving and suffering of the past times,are already laid out-shortly,after saying that, he walked away,as midnight approached,to bring two glasses of her favorite red wine ,.-.a toast to our nightmares,to our solace and delusions,missing smiles and ardent nights,blooding trace of the moon unwillingly taken from the earth,to be the only ally they had.

Have i wanted to kiss me..?-shying thought,but again,something strange,his presence was all i desired,and our talks,,,yes, we missed a talk so much...

-If i had another life and only one wish for myself,my wish would be knowing you...i could forget everything and everyone i knew but you...I loved you so much,and now,being together,i have puzzling feelings about a long time we were apart.. .how to justify love and time of loneliness when you mean more than a whole life to me.

-Oh my love,we must have been waiting for each other,while years passed by,leaving us alone with dreams and hopes,...and then,we felt more restrained,at first it was fear,then,there was just a thought of you like a safe harbor; ..i was afraid of very strong feelings i had,so perfectly paired our hearts,and so much grace in one night,that heaven stole our happiness....,for madness runs after the heights,anyway.. -now her voice became a high resonant shimmer.
They both were thrilled,for time was passing so quickly,and the bright horizon would gladly melt the obscurity of night,not recognizing lovers anymore,...
Powerless and unable to make a night prolonged,she closed her eye obeying the fate,...
As the frosty shadows drew Christmas silver,ornamental leaves and branches on the outer glass panes,he felt how this view vanishes along with his dreams,and he knew,it was time to look at her eyes last time,with sadness and yearning like he wanted to engulf  all the magic and hold it forever..



QUOTES

Quote by Jean M. Auel

Aurornis
aurornis-xui-first-bird

'At the end of a year we always try to raise our spirits beyond environmental contentments,sending our best wishes to everyone we know;luckily,we have friends from all around the world,we have a new way of communication,and it is a great achievement and gift for us.People i met in this virtual world made me happier and became my true inspiration,as well as you,coming here and reading my blog.

'Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.'
- Marcel Proust

A book is a gift you can open again and again.
- Garrison Keillor

                                                      Merry Christmas and Best Wishes
                                                      for a Happy New Year!

“At Christmas
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here;
Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.”
― Edgar A. Guest


“At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.”
― Chris Van Allsburg, The Polar Express


“Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we're here for something else besides ourselves.”
― Eric Sevareid


“Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Match Girl
Jean M. Auel, The Valley of Horses

Moon Saga-Four Silhouettes & A Farewell

"Once upon a time there was a lady.

She had no children, and no happiness either.

  And at first she cried for a long time,

but then she became wicked..." 
— Mikhail Bulgakov (The Master and Margarita)

The shadows don't shine,but when starlight fall across their bodies,they sparkle.

As i walked away,leaving the desert and mystic landscapes behind,i could not resist taking in a last view of the land to have hosted most unimaginable dreams.
There are plenty of abstruse and fantastic wonders i left behind,subtle and crafty like in my most vivid and arduous visions,raising doubts and lifting truths under the filigree layers.

Comparison between worlds is impossible...while your eye blinks trying to understand and love,on the other side someone already closed his eyes and kept dreaming .
There are different stages and views.A closer look reveals more,but loses its charm and beauty.A distant and spectacular shine is preferable,keeping me wrapped in mystic and eagerness;hence,i am trying to keep a distance with things i love,only being in a great love,i can afford myself luxury of the closeness.
Indulging in the beauty requires patience,under the surface it can be quite different..

Capturing and living the beauty of sights and words,spoken and unspoken,with eyes open or in sleeping vales while passion vibrates inside,waiting for a magical mo to explode and boast herself,taking up everything and everyone in serene expectancy.It is inevitable,whether you are on our earth or somewhere in the space,to begin and finish with love.
A lot of deals were plotted in this wonderful and gracious land,where birds tweet only when you call for them,recognizing one's right to decide about his own destiny.Regrettably,i was born on earth whose rules are quite different,when one's eye sees things the way they are not,for light and stories have traveled a long distance,,,,and so,along the way they changed their shapes and feelings.Somewhere, deep in these magical dunes,lies a prodigiousness of love,the birthplaces of our great and ardent love, exiled and despoiled of the mercy of Gods and doom to roam in circles and never fulfill itself again.
A true love is unconventional and breaks rigid rules;fructified in a baffling and rapturous idea to have seen many centuries,she portly resides in undefined and spotlessly splendid place.

Turned into turquoise lace,a late Summer's evening,escaped from jealous eyes,letting zeal prevails and inviting its lover to join him in a burning scarlet night.

We go back to the beginning of the story:

 "Artwork: © Kinuko. Y. Craft, All Rights Reserved www.kycraft.com

While rumen from the sky danced in the windows,and every house quietly prepared itself for a placid night,four dimly silhouettes walked over the roofs to perform an assigned task,following a secret mission.

The first one spoke:
-Misery and misery...what a shame being tasked to step on these sheer and rustic roofing shingles,.. such a doom..

A gurgling chuckle came from the opposite side-May all the Gods be glorified forever!I am endlessly enjoying this adventure,my dear Lord!

-What a waste of calling me Lord,while i can easy slip and fall on the ground,,,,eh,eh..I would give these long legs for a flat desert land hosting a scorpion to creep out of a sandy hole.

-You are the highest in your sphere of hierarchy..- first voice uttered again..-sweet and harsh at the same time,just like its owner and speaker,ambidextrous-it is my playful duty to be polite....

-Such an amazing amount of stupidities i can't stand-there came a shrill and poignant tone-two artless characters...who would even dare think of holding one's destiny in his own hands.You are just flattering each other..,nothing more;right now i can blow both of you away and send into nothingness...-death said.

The angelical face with sweet voice,directed her glittering eyes toward impolite and sardonic guest from another world,.-I bring love and happiness,and watch over people quietly and secretly,while your ghostly appearance and the way you take everyone into death is a constant threat....and some of them even believe in being privileged and having their fate postponed,....such a cruelty!

-Yes,but have another look at reality..the truth is that a man has evolved very little.-said devilish voice -.there are the same selfish,baffled,haughty,rough patterns of human behaviors;you can present them with a blissful moment of happiness,and again,they will not be able to make it last longer..and when something goes astray they usually mention my name..!!

-isn't it right?You grew from the same stem,with inner glow but turned into a sly and fretful appearance.., now you prescribe them delusive remedies.....-you will never find peace,that is your problem,damned and caught in madness and darkness for eternity,you hunt for a human soul,taking away the last hope of salvation from a man-melodic voice flickered.

-It is not my fault,it is simply a misunderstanding and ignorance of nature..spirit is stronger,and restless souls perform all the goodness and evil..i am not the only one..

-It is true -bloodless creature gesticulated-,but you are the one who can transform himself...,you can bring your memory back and learn to send shine,,,for a change..then,he returned his curiosity to the other figure..
First,tell me whom you call lord?He wasn't able to save his own life..his closest friends betrayed him..do you believe in love and friendship after that?

-I know that many of you have doubts about me and the whole story....;despite the prevailing opinion,i am not obligate to persuade them.....make them believers..i am more like a most beautiful dream they lived once,and now they have a grasping hope to feel it again.Flowers of night,seducing and odorous, imagined only to lure and beautify sleepless nights,blooming in midnight,defying the quietness yet humble and obedient ,finding it most suitable for changing perspectives and hunting for perishing dreams.That is the time when the doors of hell opens and you can easily spot a light figure playing around your trembling shape and wrapping you with sparkling hope.I met a maid to frenetically knit her dreams around,unable to judge and choose right course...it is doom,world of light is misleading you, leaving nothing but heavenly illusions and picturesque imaginary,while from time to time a flash of love hits you...uncanny and malicious creatures are constantly on your way,and the truest things you possess are your emotions and imaginations to save you from evil..,,,and grant you some happiness.-the speech left the lord breathless,however,he continued..
-A real life's experience packed with fortunes and misfortunes is what makes people believe....it is treasure of life!!Love is nectar,who doesn't understand it,can't change natural order...and everyone wishes for a wonder!

Love makes confusion and compel you to believe in this real life...the only time when the universe stops,and the lovers' sentiment is beyond dreams and imaginable light to shine everyone's face while light a candle in the church and kiss a holy icon.

-I am here to uphold and help a single soul handle every situation,bringing love into their lives...look at her to sleep without any idea who watches over her..now you can clearly understand why everyone hides their emotions and exaltations...in the light they become naked and subject to envy..-added creaky devilish voice.

-So,will your pitiful soul find a way to help poor girl to still dream about her love and cherish hope?- a  spiteful voice from the lord came.
In reviving your dreams you can choose between light and darkness,...exposing to the light is easier,you can always turn your face to the sun and let it does everything for you;the same does a plant in the field....but,if you are on the track of shadows,then you must fight with demonic vigor to jealously hold the magic;there is something unknown even to satanic dwellers,...your inner strength and will power.

To live your dreams again,that is when your eyes escape spontaneously toward the sky,as you regain your faith and bad voices are calmed down.If you are favored by God then you are inevitably gripped in mystique,and dust enshrouds your shady memories;then,one day,moonlight grants your patience,for dreamers never hurry,shining the path and forcing evil to shamefully retire .

-First,i shall wait for the full moon,and its glow to shine her while sleeping....for generosity is lustrous and deprived from any pollution ..a spherical,golden shrine !And i need your assistance,if you agree..-the visitor of dusk pronounced.

They both gave their permissions and took a break until moon covered the wideness to erupt with its goriness.
We leave her now to sleep,while moon's torch lavishly spreads over the murky settings and covers her head with orange aura.

Our little and thin princess spend her final days of sorrow and unhappiness,fully unaware of what amazing things were going to happen....


A Writer's Notice

This is a farewell for now,i shall return to my first stories to improve them;still,i am not sure of adding a new chapter.
However,i began writing a new book.Thank you for visiting my blog ,for your love and appreciation.
There will be surprises,i believe so.


Quotations:
Mikhail Bulgakov
The Master And Margarita"But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves."
— Mikhail Bulgakov (The Master and Margarita)


Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation.
"I beg pardon, my queen," he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure spirit!"
— Mikhail Bulgakov (The Master and Margarita)

rumen:
ruddy,red,rosy,crimson

Thank you:
Kinuko Y. Craft is one of the most widely respected and well known fantasy artists in the United States today.She considers herself a story teller.Her past commissions have included paintings for the book covers of many well known fantasy authors,opera posters,fairy tale books and covers for many national magazines.



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Red Love and Butterfly

Continued....

-It is one of secrets that people look for centuries...mystery of God!..and as
you see,it is so simple,,,just FEEL!


-I instantly decided to paint something new and express my willingness.Since a loud sound was coming from the height,i waved my hand and make a bird,for it was closest to the shape of my unfortunate creature.It  landed down to be a perfect target,so i diffused my rage ..Voila,...what i did!All the possible colors i threw on poor creature,but fortunately God was so gracious,and gifted it a pompous look!
That was a parrot!

Being in such a fiery mood,i used my power to color another strange one;i reached my hand to its fragile appearance,and accomplished my intention to scatter paints over its tiny body.After i finished my work,it looked at me with curious eye and flew in hilarious mood.My new friend,that is what i call him now,for he got a new life to justify the faith i put in him,is butterfly.Every time i see one of them to jubilantly fly in the field,by catching everyone's attention with stunning colors,i think of his duty.

Being furious and upset you will make strongest colors!

-What about Sunset-i asked,by thinking i found something to puzzle my friend.

-You think the Sun was not jealous of the Moon to boast about its gold bowl over the horizon?...and all the anger it injected into red hue.

Art Deco

Every creature and thing with impressive colors you see,carries someone's anger and passion.So,every time you get upset,throw some paints around and make something new and beautiful!Born from great pain and excitement,your blood got red hue,symbolizing life and eternal joy of living.In the moments of greatest delight and fear your cheek grow red and speak about love and passion .....noblest emotions.


-My dear girlfriends,whenever you want to look most gracious and noble,put on yourselves a red gown and show off!
It matters for winning the heart of a nice guy too?

-From your experience,(you see wizard knew all my secrets),i believe white is most appropriate for you,..and some black to pair with.

-It recalls your past life......white and black were dominant.

It was first time i hear my friend to speak about past lives...not too much surprised.

-Every one of you have intimate color to recognize your lover. ...and i speak about true love,for a great love is always doomed.Some loves are cursed in the past and long for new meeting again,by remembering colors du destin.Being in great pain and suffering,lovers cross the line between the worlds and change reality for passion.

With shimmering impulses of my mind i found new hope to enliven my love....i thought it was lost forever.I have always wondered what was the reason i didn't accomplish such beautiful love,and why i paid so high price...
-I am trying to revive a vision and bring back that passion again,but i can't find it,...no light anywhere for us.

--You don't have courage anymore-said my friend.You are afraid of what the condition of your lover might be now;you wonder whether he is the same,and would your emotion be the same colored.If not,you lose beautiful memory of a perfect love...

However there are things without power to paint strong colors,but express their rage in another way.

A river can't stand anyone's face on its surface..she wants to be the Queen and treated like her majesty!
You know that a stone thrown into river disturbs its surface while making magical circles...
Also,the Sun's explosion sends devious waves of radiations.
Coronal mass eruptions,geometric storms and solar flames are known terms;activity and burst on the Sun's surface affect navigation systems of airplanes and ships,disrupt radio communications or cause damage to satellites..and being a part of overwhelm burst to take place once,it reaches Earth in waves of energetic radiation.....demon's circles

Evil comes in circles,with Satan in the center,but about them next time.

-I shall never look at my reflection on the water's face anymore.

I know you wonder whether it was just like that,or might be different...... listen to yourself carefully and feel that everything depends on you..simply you can tell another story!it is your life,isn't?

-The beginning is hardest.You should never think too much over a thing you like to do -just begin and have faith.

That was exactly what God did with his creation!And more than that,he bequeathed such magical power!....a man is able to do whatever he wants and to change whatever he doesn't like anymore..astonishing truth that many are not complete aware of!

Euchelia Jacobaeae
 Dr.F.Nemos

Everyone is afraid of starting something-and it is crucial..!          



Painting
Erte
Art Deco


Colour Art Glossary

Erte

Romain De Tirtoff

Romain de Tirtoff (23 November 1892 – 21 April 1990) was a Russian-born French artist and designer known by the pseudonym Erté, the French pronunciation of his initials, R.T. He was a diversely-talented 20th century artist and designer who flourished in an array of fields, including fashion, jewellery, graphic arts, costume and set design for film, theatre, and opera, and interior decor./wikipedia/




Dedicated to everyone who is in love.....
especially to my girlfriends:Sharron,Kegan,Lisa,Michelle,Gisella,Sandra,Maryann,Shanita,Harinder,Simone,Regina,Gloria,Kamurrah,....

Love has come down from Heaven

"In a ghostly hour i lost my love'
O, sweet illusion,bring me another one,
The price is small for a bit of my happiness;
I won't steal or lend,
You have my permission to make a cheat on me,
For i am but a lonely servant of yours,
Be you from heaven or the hell
In a ghostly hour i lost my love.
It doesn't matter any more to me,
As i sold my soul once ago;
And the only hope i have now,
Is that glowing span
While being in the full sense of myself,
Agreed to have a crumb of your glorious mercy!

                                                                                                    

Since my birth,love has been an inevitable companion of my every day's life while i never assented to any ordinary consumption of her.Love is too powerful and magical to be just an usual visitor of many to travel across all planetary and starring worlds out there.From the very beginning,whether there was a fireball explosion,filled by pure particles of energy,carried here and there on the pallets of the sky,by making a whirl around planetary heads and spreading their hands eagerly into space,or taking a religious approach and thinking of God's will and power to make all things happen,i strong believe in the existence of catholic love to incorporate and unite all of us and everything together.
First thought was about Love,as soon as God wished for bringing into life a picture of man and woman to live together.In addition to God's command,there is a natural aspect of human need to love and be loved;it is perpetual aspiration to make every day a holiday.Being caught in mind hemisphere,love paves its path for beauty as another aspect of magical travelers.

The Stolen Kiss

First and main recognition of love is within ourselves
I love myself
I respect myself
I know myself
Primal presumption to live a healthy life is being in love with yourself.
There might be hours to torture ourselves with hate and looking for where its source comes from;some hints of possible scenario going back to an idea of rivalry to have conceived envy and hate.If we were to follow our thoughts,sometimes spiced with jealousy and odium,it would become clear that the hell's cradle rests in our minds.There is nothing to come out of us,which has not made its way through the splice of our thoughts.
The most famous sprout coming from the darkness,is Satan.I don't know if you ever felt his presence and what your impressions would look like,but i believe,my own encounter might be a good illustration.Being obsessed,appears to be an exceptional experience,from a point of view;from the other one,it is really the "Hell".He doesn't allow to live in love,and being a great opponent of your happiness,his desire is you never meet and reunite with your lover.Once deprived of love,with mangled feelings and without home,Satan was condemned to live as vagabond for all the times.
Thereby if you are alone and no one holds your hand,,think of the past when someone earned this fatal destiny for you.As i rout over my past lives while pulling drapery to the left and right of my view,i can see,for a moment,the face of my previous life and colors to paint my being.It is black and white like dress of a sinful nun who never paid ransom for her sins.For what one could think different about something to constantly escape from their possession,unless there was a great sin to seal their fate.

Soon as self-willed Eva,made her own way in picking an apple from the tree of knowledge of good and evil,by leaving Adam in ignorance,and making an act of cheating,LOVE became an ILLUSION for ever.....only true Love survives in heaven's cradle...
True lovers are damned to long for each other forever and stand their passion drifts through endless cosmic expanse;fortunately enough,some of them might win just one day of real earthly love..and they should consider themselves happy for such a mercy...
And i know,i already lived through my blessed moment in life,had a glimpse of happiness by knowing great love...now i can only watch its petals scattered high in the air,like a seducing and beautiful flower being deprived by cruelty of a storm of its bloom,and condemned to grieve for its beauty forever..
You can have only one GREAT LOVE in life..all the rest are illusions..more or less...
By keeping that in your mind,you agree to a handful of little lies around your love;don't ask more than it is possible and don't undervalue what is sent to you..take it like a packet,wrapped with ribbons in colors that you don't like,and imagine how yellow one shines red or purple...change the colors in your mind and take them for the truth..how many times in life we come down to such sweet illusions?-almost every day as we breathe.

                                            In a ghostly hour i lost my love'
                                        O, sweet illusion,bring me another one,
                                      The price is small for a bit of my happiness;
                                                I won't steal or lend,
                                        You have my permission to make a cheat on me,
                                          For i am but a lonely servant of yours,
                                             Be you from heaven or the hell;
                                                In a ghostly hour i lost my love.
                                            It doesn't matter any more for me,
                                                 As i sold my soul once ago;
                                                And the only hope i have now,
                                                   Is that glowing span
                                        While being in the full sense of myself,
                                     Agreed to have a crumb of your glorious mercy!  


This little verse comes not from a dreamy mind to hold his pen in a rushed time but as lone echo of past lovers,whose souls travel through the time to find a glimpse of happiness when the renewed lovers in some another age meet each other,while pieces of their love warm lost souls once again...
I am not the lonely prisoner of his will.Many a lover found themselves in a character who rests in gold pages of a book.I myself recognize beautiful Margarita and her unrestrained youth,to be my reciprocal image coming right from the famous novel by Mikhail Bulgakov.
Margarita is the minion of both God and Devil,a noble privilege,and as such not available to everyone.Only a chosen few is allowed to meet astonishing creatures from the light and darkness and meet an exceptional destiny.Sometimes it is permission to break the limits to separate reality from magic,and like a wizard to join all mystical beings in holding of SECRETS ..sometimes,they are given too much and the same taken just in a wink,for the glory has its own price..
Margarita conquers both realms-light and darkness,by her love of Master and unusual young look she kept in her older years.
Where Devil draws his breaths,there must be something "marvelous" in air .......
I listen to him as whispers...i am deprived of Love,but have power to make your dreams come true..and being without feelings my reward will be your punishment alike!


 My dear demon,i know you,i received and embraced your award,and your "revenge".

 LOVE must be fed

Love revives its strength in your inspiration.Be focused on your hobby;your love of the nature gets its satisfaction in long walks along the forests' paths..go out and find solace with the birds in flight;having a nice garden is perfect rest to cherish beautiful flowers and make short breaks in meditation;love of books is my favorite,there is no greater enjoyment but holding some yellow pages to meet my curiosity and satisfy exploring spirit;put some of your thoughts on paper or transmit it to the screen.Love your work whatever to be,and wherever you are,and in the lack of passion,get it compensated by own talent to find some little pleasures around it,employ your imagination .....

There are many patterns of loves..wrap them with the ribbon in a matching color...
sometimes you give your love away with no strong pretension .....just an easy sympathy and affection
sometimes you love another being as close soul to answer your aspirations and inner beauty
sometimes it is only a hint of possible love..
sometimes it is destiny to take you to the other side of the world and prevent from meeting your love again..
sometimes it is great LOVE to be swallowed and prevented from realization by demon's power....


My LOVE is not being from this world,it aspires for and wanders among the souls fell from the height and doomed to suffer;my love will never reach its destination where faithful hearts meet each other again;my love is an unfinished story;she is not under God's grace;my love suffers some past sins and takes many centuries to fulfill itself;my love brought in a verdict of guilty on me and damned to enchant everyone but never to belong anyone.......




Painting
"The Stolen Kiss"
by Jean-Honore Fragonard

How to Stay Young

"The art of staying young is a very high art, and
 though it is simple when learned, yet it can not be
 learned so long as the mind has not entered that
 attitude where it is always at its best. To enter this
 attitude, and continue in this attitude, all that is 
 necessary is to live in the conviction that
 the possibilities of human nature have no limitations."
Christian D.Larson

Can you imagine my ephemeral enjoyment as i made an acquittance with the book which might be one of my desired titles:How to Stay Young.The title i  was longing for,kept in my mind for a long time and lived with a thought of making it my "own book"one day.

So,it happened that the book had already been written,which is nothing weird,since over the the centuries,there were many great talents to make invisible into visible in the form of magic words.There is nothing to be stolen,at least i suppose so,maybe something borrowed,for we follow each other in a way of how we think and meet recognizable patterns to pass from one generation to another one.I will not discover "word"which is the core of my life experience and guiding thought in my writing.
I leave it for the end of my story&review,when my experience and Author's narrative become clearer for me and you, and we meet expectations of one brilliant mind.

 "How To Stay Young "is an exceptional book,written in great style,understandable narrative and easy for reading,and such,available to everyone,even if English is not native one for the reader.

There is no review or retailed content of the book here,only several quotations,my personal experience and fantasy put in task to make it a beautiful story to gain your attention and love.

                                              The Grand Odalisque

 "HOW to STAY YOUNG"

 by Christian D. Larson

"The world is changing its thought"

"We have made several important discoveries in the chemical life - ^both
physical and metaphysical - of the human system. "

"The thinking world today is convinced that life
is intended by the creator of life to be "a thing of
beauty and a joy forever" ; we therefore conclude that
anything that can add to the joy and the beauty of
life must be possible"./Larson/

The physical achievement has penetrated deeply into the sense of a new man,giving new hope that life itself might get another gown,another attraction to satisfy his intellectual and social desires and needs.With every new stimulation,our "man" wishes new suit for him,new look in the dancing halls,new manners and more fun in the public life.

"The nature of man is metaphysical as well as
physical ; and these two natures are so intertwined that
it is not possible to understand the one without
understanding the other."

"The reason, however, why the majority who have
ideals fail to make them real, is found in the fact that
they do not employ the principles of exact science;
they depend either solely upon physical laws or sole-
ly upon mental laws, not knowing that the nature of
man is both physical and metaphysical, and that no
change or advancement can be made in human life
unless both physical laws and metaphysical laws are
employed cooperatively and simultaneously."
 /Christian D.Larson/

Following the material we come to the spiritual view,or metaphysical;that is the core in understanding of the process:how to stay young.There is no separation between physical and metaphysical,it sounds familiar being accepted in our awareness that spirit and body are inherent,and has its foundation in religion,something which was followed from the beginning of the humanity,and established in many national religion beliefs,in Christianity it is about soul to dwell in the body and leave it after death.Most impressive is Jesus Christ's crucifixion,his resurrection,and coming up on earth in new look after death-it is eternal life ,granted and promised to his followers.

 POWER of BELIEF

 First implementation in Religion

 I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.
 I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord.
 He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin
 Mary.
 He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.
 He descended to the dead. On the third day he rose again.
 He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
 He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
 I believe in the Holy Spirit,
 the holy catholic Church, the communion of saints,
 the forgiveness of sins,
 the resurrection of the body,
 and life everlasting.
 Amen.

The creed and power of belief is foundation in Christian religion to find greatest admission in resurrection of Jesus Christ;such a power and strength of belief are brightest among all other signs to follow and teach you how powerful your spirit is.Jesus Christ's heritage teaches you about eternal cycle of renewing ,endless possibilities to evolve and grow own power.Life is never ended,and looking from the Universe perspective it is the same law implemented in earthly existence.The same power to descend from the heaven and embody itself into living world on earth.
 It is about the very core of a human being;a man possesses physical body,but his power lies in spirit,in metaphysical form of existence and both are joined and in mutual interaction.

What masters body,has been in return mastered by the body.

"The life and the destiny of his Personality are in
in his own hands"/Larson/

"In the last analysis, subconscious thought is
fundamental cause of everything that exists or transpires
in the personal nature of man; and as man may
subconsciously think whatever he desires to think, the
nature, the life and the destiny of his personality are
in his own hands. That man has the power to perpetuate
his youth is therefore a foregone conclusion"./Larson/

 The Knowledge of Yourself

What the shares of physical and metaphysical exactly look like,it couldn't get final answer;what my experience teaches me is that i really know my body,i know its particles,and in my case i call them "strange"....it is partly the answer to Christian Daa Larson's opinion about knowledge of yourself/your body.Such strange nature of my cells determines my being,it makes me distinct..and i find myself in real "advantage"...i am unique in comparison with the others.I think,i have not met another one to inherit the kind of the cells,such unique ingredients and enriched like being modeled and touched by angel himself.
In any way,whether you belong to my sort or not,it is necessary to know your body and decipher its unique chemical composition in order to get yourself transferred to higher level of self awareness.
By knowing myself i got on self-confidence and mastered my personality.I am aware that my   characteristics,make me a bit 'different',i learned to love and draw my strength from it.

 Having built the base-knowledge of yourself,you can benefit from it while being on the track of early  predictions as seen in your childhood,or as the author states,you can still achieve anything whatever age you
are.In this particular case,i am not sure that you can recover your young look completely,in case you missed some actions in earlier years.I give you hope that you might accomplish it,since i and  the author agree about a learning process to last for a man's life with no limitations.

I mastered the complete craft of staying young,and in my try to display all my experience,it will be beyond my power to depict all the details and transfer inner treasure i went through,but still the bigger part of the picture will be in your reach.

 When My Story Begins...

The first memory when my story begins,has its record in my childhood,carried on the archaic wings,when unspoken words told me,that my mission waits for me to get into mature age....it was an unclear prediction but i kept it in my mind all the time.

When prevision reached the betoken time,i was in my early 30s.....
That point might be the first in your life to go for...never miss the signs envisioned for you,have respect and patience for the moment of their completion.

There is no road leading toward the heaven without being haunted by creatures to dwell on its margins and lurk from the darkness.They come without invitation,although i doubt they were not been authorized by myself in the time when i made agreement with my destiny.There was demon's force to wrap me and keep in the foggy sphere.Demon played its rule on many an occasion,the past is full with hunting stories,mixed creatures,dark places and unexplained phenomenas;it is literature to feed our fantasy with wonderful experiences and characters  to gain our sympathy and affection;the treasure of beautiful stories found its roots in ancient religion manuscripts to follow the progress of civilizations and modern time.Many a writer put their signatures on the works confronted with invisible powers coming from the darkness.
Goethe in "Faust"
Mikhail Bulgakov in "The Master and Margarita"

 PERSONAL MEETING

While being obsessed,i wandered through the veil of obscurity He sent me a message,it is a sentence i had read in local newspaper:"There are a growing number of nuns to appeal to the pope for
help,because of being obsessed with the devil."

So,i remembered the sentence,even it had gone many years since the event and my mystical visitor...The most distinct memory from the time of my obsession is hate i felt of myself,a great deal of negative energy,not pleasant feeling and it took time to get myself released from all magical circle to cover me,and recover healthy condition to live in love with myself.

 LOVE

Christian taught us about love and its meaning......nothing new,or unknown,but for this purpose and mission in life,it is essential.Love is food for our cells,it is reversal leash between spirit and physical body.
My love regards to everything which my steps put foots on..a walk into obscurity of unknown and unexplored nestled in my mind,first tracks of conceiving and attuning informations after having gone through their purification,pen i hold and thoughts dropping from jealous clouds being lost in sounds of furious storms,the height of ecstasy and screams of forlorn aliens,recognizable lines i write,many of which coming from desolated and dusted roadsides,places haunted for the centuries to long for being revived ;view overlooks hills in reach of my eye,chirp of mystical birds which always lived in archaic landscapes and times;love of my origin without final destination.....

Love traveled many a years,centuries left their seals on uncovered letters,the very demons and angels dwelt in its cradle.I don't believe in the simple fact of birth i came into the world,there had been greater mystery around it.It is of vital importance not to lose the thread leading back to the origin.

I think i made it by making an agreement with my destiny, a forecast from childhood..that way,i had not lost my way and my life,which is all about happiness,joys,beauty.....life style.

I love radiance
as my face glows
it is warmth i feel
stolen from Sun's sojourn;
rays touching my body,
cosmic travelers with its eternal hint
that all we should know
is beyond our views
it whispers that we need
to follow our instincts going to subconscious
and get to the truth of origin and sense of the all.

It is your subconsciousness to tell what to do and follow..
it is what Christians call :be true to yourself......

  
"Therefore, when the subconscious is being directed
 to produce the elements of youth, it should also be
 directed to produce the elements of beauty and phys-
 ical perfection. Impress upon the subconscious the
 most perfect idea of physical beauty that the mind
 can possibly conceive, and desire with deep feeling,
 that the elements of that beauty be produced and ex-
 pressed through every atom of the physical form"
/Larson/

                   
  
"To act in harmony with the fundamental law of
 self is to be oneself, and to be oneself is to be young
 because nature is perpetually making the self young."
 The fact that the body is being constantly renewed
 makes it possible for the subconscious, not only to
 perpetuate the elements of youth in the body, but also
 to constantly improve everything in the human per-
 sonality."/Larson/

To love, you need to have the right attitude:love comes from inside of your
being,...you love the same way as you exist..you are LOVE..

To dare to go for something is to dare to love...

MODIFICATION of YOUR LIFE       

I had courage to follow my path by not leaving it when the first signs of darkness came to me.,,,i accepted being obsessed ..i took my fate in own hands like a carter to hold the ribbon of unrestrained horse faced with the indescribable energy and unpredicted holes on a country road to defy all agonized creatures luring in sleeping landscape....
... the only way to reach perfection,improve yourself and be new-born by holding to own destiny and looking bravely at all challenges along the way..

 That is modification of Your life and fulfillment of Jesus legacy .......resurrection.
In my transformation i have been deprived of sensual life.. it is complete abstention to get inner strength and rise over earthly temptations.

 BEAUTY

"Whenever you think of yourself, mentally see your-
 self as the picture of health, youth and vigor, and
 introduce into that picture the most perfect idea of
 physical beauty that you can possibly imagine".
/Larson/

Real beauty stands out of its surrounding;your personality is such a beautiful blooming flower to enchant and seduce by magic and charm;being beautiful is being unique in own way.It is the harmony aligning your natural being with strength of your thoughts;your desire becomes incorporated in the mind,it is the power of will to make all things happen,all dreams come true.

 
 WILL

In my vocabulary the word to summarize main threat in writing of Christian Daa Larson is will".or "strong will"....

There are two splendid words which earned their appreciation:Will and Love..will assumes physical and metaphysical appearance,body and spirit,sense and fantasy,reality and intuition,love of oneself and nature....



Painting:The Grand Odalisque
            by Jean-Auguste-Domique Ingres 1814


NOTICE
I marked all the quotations of Christian D. Larson
/it reads:Larson/

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Christian D.Larson

 Christian D. Larson (1874 - 1954) was a New Thought leader and teacher, as
 well as a prolific author of metaphysical and New Thought books. He is
 credited by Horatio Dresser as being a founder in the New Thought
 movement.[1] Many of Larson's books remain in print today, nearly 100 years
 after they were first published, and his writings influenced notable New
 Thought authors and leaders, including Religious Science founder, Ernest
 Holmes.

About Christian D.Larson
 Christian D. Larson was an outstanding and highly influential early New Thought leader and teacher as well as a prolific writer of New Thought books who believed that people have tremendous latent powers, which could be harnessed for success with the proper attitude.
Christian Daa Larson, of Norwegian extraction, was born in Iowa in 1874. He attended Iowa State College and a theological school (Unitarian) in Meadville, Pa. In his early twenties he became interested in the Mental Science teachings of Helen Wilmans, Henry Wood, Charles Brodie Patterson, etc. Little is known about his personal life and what originally led him to take up his intensive study of Mental Science, but its logical teachings clearly suited young Larson's analytical mind and provided a point to him where theology and science could meet and combine to provide a practical and systematic philosophy of life

 Books
 /not complete list of works/

  What is Truth?
 The Pathway of Roses
 The Hidden Secret
 Healing Yourself
 How to Stay Well
 Perfect Health
 Mastery of Fate
 Poise and Power
 How To Stay Young
 The Ideal Made Real
 Thinking For Results
 How the Mind Works
 In the Light of The Spirit

 My decision is to make another page on my blog dedicated to Christian D.Larson and share such a treasure of beautiful thoughts with you.