Moon Saga-Fantastic Travel 2

''When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.''

 — William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet) 

continued

We have always lived our competitions,because we have them written in our genetic codes,being marvelously harmonized with serenity of nature to stir,and fed on our difference and originality.To fully understand ourselves,we need to adjust our views of the outer world to inner flow of spiritual energy longing to merge itself with the finest,ambrosial substance from which the whole universe has sprung and grown its dreams.To think different and be original is deeply seeded in us,and seemingly, the way we compensate for our weakness as we live secluded from the outer space;it appears that everything worth admiration is only a dream left by those who raised their eyes to the sky,..and yet, some of the past unforgettable stories and poems,or a masterpiece of art are remarkable reminiscences.....

--It is very nice observation,my dear lonely girl,,..i look at all your MIRACLES with respect and adoration...there are wonderful achievements to surpass all natural beauties i see around,and i see more than you...-said my heavenly friend.

My naughty nature responded again-but you are not jealous,and you don't feel envy...it must be because you are the only one here,and you never learned what having rivalry looks like.

-Your pride is not surprising...having been far away from you for a long time,i expect now to know more about your weird nature.Your loneliness and loveliness are subtle afterglow of your distinct nature;as you gradually begin to know yourself,you grow your mind's capabilities,absorbing spherical,pure and lifting energy,to crown your life with overall areal fluctuation,feeling the flush of seductiveness to spread across the vastness during magnificent,starry nights;the quietness makes your way as you use all your talents and gifts bestowed on you,..

..
-I know that words preceded everything,both good and bad,however,everyone should be cautious,..if the words were spoken too early or too late,they could be fatal,for it requires the right time to be recognized by someone; sometimes,we wait the whole life to get such a recognition...and again,i forget that earthly life is not valued properly,..as seen from above,all we have is an eternal craving for the stars,...-then a bliss in my voice followed-
Now i know,as i know myself,that every girl longs for a magical treat..and knowing them,i can't resist taking advantage of a chance to get something unique..for a GIFT is everlasting expectation from the heavens.

-Unless you want to stay with me,what can i offer you?Wouldn't you like to show your greatness while descending into earthly sobriety and hardness?-then,he added:
I have learned this long time ago:besides humans to occupy the earth,this world is haunted by another humanoid species,named Myrtles,..these hooded shadows remain concealed unless a fantastic love disturbs the realms of our universe and lovers feel stunned by mighty emotions,whereas every man knows a difference between light and darkness;he is in a hurry when the first crowing permeates heaven at the break of dawn, but as soon as alarming and diluted dusk falls,he thinks slower and changes the rhythm of his steps.
Then,as the visible world disappears,everyone becomes mystic and believes in unnatural things.Hence,a whir at midnight calls on the caution,for it becomes easy to mistake a shy step for a horrific and ghostly appearance, a knock on the door for a savage visitor,,...only,it is love to grow stronger,for her felicity and virgin appeal,correspond to such a nocturne atmosphere,coated with sublime,cobalt blue expectations,along with natural lanterns to change our attitudes,as we feel that we are not alone.And people still don't know the secret of eternal life,they are mortal and live in hope to reach their dreams.-he said with a quaint sigh of regret.
But death alone is not salvation,it is a solitary dreamer,seeking for familiarity,just like you;out of our sights and being energized steadily inside of you,there is an everlasting youth,complying with your inner nature.As you brought refreshing melancholy into my life,i shall do something very unusual and magnificent,.. that is why i decided to turn drops of sadness into wonderful gems for you...isn't it something an earthly girl expects along with natural gifts to make her a beauty?
And it is not undeserved,for your body is graced with strange and finest refinement,while your mind is able to feel overall sensation,making you self contained,,..you belong to cosmic realms more than earthly world and people.

Thankfully,i cited-From a story to repeat itself since the primeval times i learned that a gift is heavenly invention sent on the earth to teach people about act of gracefulness and gratefulness;if all that they desire were fulfilled at once,they would forget how to rejoice,to live with loving heart and hope forever,,
i shall pass the knowledge on my friends.Misunderstanding is a common issue between us and our angelic and ethereal ancestors,as they sway to the light when darkness falls upon us,and in-between we have so little to say each other,we forget fast and hardly forgive one another.
I knew it was just a consolation to us while neglecting our beautiful spherical side of nature-to shine from inside and long for the likeness in everyone and everything around;however i embraced the offer,for i didn't want to show how pompous i became all of a sudden.
-I can't leave my relatives on earth so humiliated and in ignorance,,..one pain after another and they will find themselves;i accept that not everyone is born with the same talents,that suffering is different as well as our ability to feel happy;while you dream of love,someone else's hate plots against you,and so,everything begins anew,and you look for new love,while old pictures rest in mystique of the years to rush past. 

Human intelligence and intellectual giftedness will secure our existence,in any form and regardless of cosmic turbulent and mighty nature;we are both hallowed and hellish composite after all!

A long time ago a spear changed one man's primal visions,and during the three hours of agony,his soreness broke the silence of the air,nevertheless,he stayed faithful to us and accepted his fate,..such a gentleness and affection i felt while being covered with a wondrous dress,puffy and sheer,made of foamy and radiant fabric,tailored in silky,soft,and capricious surrounding;then,i politely added a pinch of starry brilliance, for i trained myself to steadily consume all the luxury of a splendid space.

And an inborn vanity and arrogance followed me on my way,along with bleary dreams,confirming that expectations and visions are not in dissonance with everlasting nature to inspire and call on miracles.




Illustration
The Poems
Emily Dickinson
—“A word is dead.”
'A word is dead when it is said, some say, I say it just begins to live that day. '
Emily Dickinson

the quotation
Romeo and Juliet
Shakespeare


Romeo and Juliet





To be continued
A Notice
I republish the second 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!

Copyright©Moon Saga/Part2 All Rights Reserved StayYoung 

Moon Saga-Fantastic Travel/part1

                                                                                                    

"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)

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


Copyright©Moon Saga/Part1 All Rights Reserved StayYoung 

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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MoonSaga-Mesmerizing Beauty

“Do you think I'm pretty?
I think you're beautiful
Beautiful?
You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”
 Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

continued 

She was a bit surprised,and modeling a smile of the glee on her face,put a brilliant in my hand,letting me know how happiness mimicries magic..you need to cast a handful of spell to bring it to yourself.

-It will lead you on your way and protect in your dreams..-melodic voice followed her gesture-keep it with yourself all the time and walk in beauty,to remind you how beautiful and cared you are!

-I am so grateful that you touched me with your grace and generosity,making an exception and opening the doors of abundance.Devotion and strong will have no limits,and being fairly attached to them,you will turn your prospects into a beautiful legacy.

-May princely dreams save you,your youth and your strong belief in the beauty of life.For staying young,your greatest gift,is well earned....sometimes the exaltation of revealing is reward by itself.

...stay beautiful and loved!-she spoke the blessings over me...or they were echoes of my vigorous desires..

-Am i a beauty?

-There are two kinds of beauty-she batted her shimmering eyelashes and continued-that one you hold under eyelids to enhance your underground and stale memories,decrepit and aged,a flock of remnants to confront your mighty desires.
The other one is beauty you find in your visions and premonitions,staying constantly vigilant for changes,and accessible for the despised and wasted,while oblivious and mystical bounties pour into your being,replacing habitual perceptions and overpowering your body.Seemingly,there is an untouchable sensitivity,along with sensuality and attraction,while you walk in your dreams.. amply impressive to remember but illusive and remote.There are dreams to spark your passion and you regret their disappearance,while in the others you find ghostly and ambiguous visitors who make them unrestricted and hazardous for an earthly temptation.
Beauty is unforgettable,just like dreams,for they don't discern dawn from dust,and plunge themselves deeply and fearlessly into fantasy of the final revelation.

Artwork: © Mia Araujo All Rights Reserved  miaillustration.blogspot.com

The finest beauty emanates from our feelings..she is mesmerizing in making you find the subtlest features within yourself,.kind and pleasurable;i know you have an impression of me as being marmoreal and secluded....another illusion,earthly girl!You are not of my sort...
-Are you happier now?

-Yes, i am ..after hilarious words and blessings,who wouldn't be happier-i thought to myself.

-If you don't believe in miracles,then life itself will force you to change your mind-an intriguing thought came to my mind.Symbolism revels inside me,and i know when a special day favors me.;participating in everything,it influences the way i live and feel,and i confidently follow positive and inspiring tokens,to lead me to the fulfillment of my inner vows.

-You grow beyond your dreams-she said

Illusions are arising hopes,unbiased and unconscious,many of which emerging over and over again... however weird and unreal they are,i trust them.And i learned i should not be afraid of the novelty and undreamed,except my weakness..

-Humans are great accomplishment,yet still unfinished and rough ...they believe in happiness,but calculate and compromise,they strive for eternity but have the sky hidden from the view..or,not everyone's life is predicted for sublimity....-a faint smile flickered on her slender lips.

-I miss my love and want to learn..

-You have come such a long way,just to know something that you so familiar with?-how strange-she added-let's see..what made you confused.. i suppose your dreams surpassed prosaicness of an accustomed look at life,turning it into a winged and personal experience.
Most people are prisoners under the sky...,,,how wrong!You were born with DREAMS and LOVE, bewitching and appealing to pursue them,nevertheless you chose the pain and horror of the hell,yielding to misery and uniformity,along with misunderstanding of everyone's effort to distinguish himself.Once upon a time there was a man who missed his own salvation,because he trusted you so much and paid it with his earthly life....and now,you can only behold the sky,sending your uniform prayers,and begging for new hope and new love... ah,...you already knew that all along?
I can't give you anything more beyond your perception and aspirations,as you dared to host a load of most beautiful dreams and live through them,presuming that distinction is a sort of curse.If only every single entity knew,how wonderful possibilities could be achieved while looking in the right direction, without prejudices and hesitation,animating nothing but some sleepy affections,letting them find their fairy destination and speak a fantasy language.It is pity how a little time you have to raise your eyes to the sky,staring in amazement at simple and downy shapes on the bluish display,to puzzle and draw into magic.The way you learn that most adorable things touch your heart first,then your reason.

Absorbed by her powerful words,i felt how calmness resonated,being deeply impressed and grateful... for a little she gave me,yet making me stronger,as the knowledge and love erupted from the same source which gave blessings to the beautiful worlds.An omen came to me that all had been packed in a single thought,giving away miraculous and fascinating aspirations to everyone who wanted a different reality and longed for more personal approach to the sights.The same order reigns over the universe, pulsing with eagerness and sorrow and blowing up the finest streams of knowledgeable and particular sparks we meet along the way.Just stay awake to diligent memories,never trade dreams,and when you listen to,then let inner voice and intuition prevail;admit your susceptibility and bravely embrace any chance coming your way.When you recognize astonishing premonitions don't leave them behind.... beyond reality there is an amazing scope of coincidences.

And this manful experience reinforced my prior decision,to disregard real world;to me there are only fantastic dreams to give births to the all.  




Thank you
Mia Araujo
 

Richelle Mead


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Moon Saga-Such A Day You Wait For

'She walks in beauty,like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:'

Lord Byron

Continued


Once they showed me the crater filled with purple -glazing lake,to give away love secrets to anyone who reflected himself in the silken and mystic shadows.For the moon was born out of the greatest love,conceived in God's vision of two beautiful habitable planets to orbit each other and feel enamored forever.But the story took different course,and Earth received majestic light to nest life,while Moon rested in stillness and darkness,immersing herself in dreams.If you ever want something so desperately you must look up to the glowing rim,an absorbing power of the undefined and infinite.The moon performed its duty proudly,throwing golden shine across the earthly paths,constantly keeping the attention of curious walkers,who are pretty much aware that nobility and sublimity are equal to craving.

When the midnight marked the top of the Rosebud Hill,the sublime fairy entered the cordierite anteroom where i and one of fairies,impatiently waited for her.

-Why did you come to me-she asked me- I am not accustomed to humans,so,please,let me get a closer look at you.
I myself was amazed at her beauty,which embodied the shape of spherical dreams from a distant star, subtle and sheer,wrapped in the bewildered and violent mystique.

-You came to me,looking for truth,but most stories have already told..there are many rewriters and fake thinkers,the ones to boast with untrue memories and display stolen pictures.Many of dreamers were forced to find comfort in some kind of isolation,when loneliness,after all,comes like natural and predictable choice.
One can attach himself to truth or lies,and then,after opening the eyes,both the liar and the trusted one see the light,which is correct unless we remember that the shine comes from inside.

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


-I know i was foolish,and ensnared by vanity,i was frivolous,....

-You thought that things you believed in can't be spoiled or exposed to decay,as they could resist anything.Even though there is an acknowledged thing,something to survive without your attention and care,give it your love anyway.I know that many people desperately try to recover what they used to have...health,love,beliefs,wealth,praying to God you believe in..even so,they don't do that properly....

-Don't judge them too strong,life is hard-i tried to melt her words..

-The way they live is wrong...a moment is like eternity,harmonize your unselfishness with the limitless sky and think how most beautiful things will yet to come.. feed your spirit on the presumptions of self worthiness and attraction to miraculous achievements.
You go to the churches,to light a candle and whisper prayers,doing it like a routine,without hearty and deep contemplation. ...however if you don't suffer from the bottom of your heart and love sincerely,all is in vain.I felt ashamed,remembering the faces seen randomly along the way,but honored with the glints of light and smell of incense to save another memory.
And you hope that a single act of goodness,or a silent prayer will bring about changes you long for...as well as your coming to me and asking for forgiveness?...i am not your God!

-I know,but i experienced some visions,predominant appearances to resist my sense,and believed there must be something more and hidden from me.

-You think,praying solely,you can separate yourself from the other people's lives..?Don't you feel
 that your appeal concerns everyone's one..you must not be selfish!-her voice flitted by..

Are you happy?
-No,i am NOT!
-Why?
-Because i hate people...
-Do people love you?
-I don't know ,i don't care..
-Who do you think to change your life then?
-What? should i love somebody first?
no voice

-To bring your love back,you must call for one's devotion and favor some other time.
.
and then,she told me a tale:
There are endless spaces and as many stars in the universe as your unrecorded dreams...each one of them considers itself to be most respectful and beautiful.Just a try to steal the shine from one another,is an unconscious likeness to your dream,as the lover turns into hater,and you get hurt.Jealousy is furious and evil,yet sometimes it brings about some goodness.Elem,the conspiracy reigns,that when the two who stand face to face,while shining smiles and sympathy,the truth is they each fantasize about their greatness and glory,neglecting achievements and looking secretly down upon the other.Then one day,which in the realm of the spherical dreams,comports with the bliss of your greatest memory,all the circulating energies,blowing sparkles to transcend light,are merged into brilliance,possessing beauty and power,and being capable of passing miraculous power on the earth..if you,by chance,found yourself at the certain place in such blissful moment of creation,you would certainly experience the most beautiful day in your life.
Such an ephemeral bliss my dear,is able to fulfill your expectations!And such a day you wait for,,!

And she continued-now,you can only ask for keeping your visions alive,i shall do my magic to revive your belief and remove a curse from you.
Slowly,in the accordance with distant stars to spread shine but stay quiet,she walked to the nicest and shadiest corner of the chambre,and after taking off a cryptic key from her collar,unlocked the translucent wicket in the nook;a few seconds later,i noticed a spherical shrine radiating glittering light to travel faster as she approached me;then,the case blew up with varied,shapely and colorful stones..

-Chose one you like most-she said.

Now,bewitching caprice of my nature directed my reflection.,..choice is tricky,delusive and persistent like a dream,infusing hopes and aspirations into infinite possibilities;then again it is so fascinating,for dreams are in conspiracy with death,and come from the very source of the knowledge,scrabbling obscurity from the core and revealing the secrets buried deep in the blurring and mysterious space.

Nevertheless,i have always put my faith in the grace of spiritual spheres,leaving my fears and doubts under the skyline as i walk the rough earthly paths.Then I flashed a smile at her and fearlessly said---But,somebody else already did it for me.!I believe such a precious gift springs from the most unimaginable glimpse inside the space,along with omnipresent spells and underground secrets,giving birth to dreams and magic.I thought in this imperceptible moment of time,that when one gives you something so precious,you must be thankful whatever you receive...dreams and magic descend an unbeaten path,not revealing their pains and sights to everyone.A poor human being is still lacking in profound understanding.

She was a bit surprised,and modeling a smile of the glee on her face,put a brilliant in my hand,letting me know how happiness mimicries magic..you need to cast a handful of spell to bring it upon yourself.

-It will lead you on your way and protect in your dreams..-melodic voice followed her gesture-keep it with yourself all the time and walk in beauty,to remind you how beautiful and cared you are!



She Walks in Beauty

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Lord Byron

Thank you:
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the word meaning:so


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Moon Saga-The Sublime Lady

..'on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea,

to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles into the water,

and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon,

and there is the moon again, rising above the sea...

Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again

Into a white ball in the sky, 

can the moon-spinners start their work once more....' 

The Moonspinners by Mary Stewart

Are you happy?
No,i am NOT!
Why?
Because i hate people...
Do people love you?
I don't know ,i don't care..
Who do you think to change your life then?
What?Should i love somebody first?
no voice


It was visionary to drop me on an isolated place,far away and hidden from one's eye,mostly overlooking the sleepy valleys,to turn their rayless view into crimson waking,while craving for the smell of sweating landscapes and easy treads on mellow grass;when the first sounds in the air are bird's shrieks instead of human voices,and you find it so comfortable to watch white and dimly clouds,and hunt for a rarity.

I used to plunge my forehead into fresh and clear spring water,then resembling my grandma,i scooped up some water with my hands and splashed it on my cheeks against spells;then,i usually joined flapping butterflies,amused by stunning smells of the fields,fully decorated with garland of flowers,bountiful and irresistible in the blistering sun.The memories came to heal and fill me with vigor,acknowledging that the first impressions are the truest,afterwards everything is subjected to the judgment and estimation,along with a spare time you can easily send into forgetfulness;....everything worth admiration is only the shine of first look and touch!
And the silent voices ripped the heavens,ardent and lunatic,roaring above the reasonable life,drawing me into madness,as it does a rising star,inscrutable and relentless,whispering that beyond the sight,you become understandable;a quiet reminder of unfulfilled dreams and how far they reach,for you must be able to respond to the omens.And like a free bird,i sent my smile into the ether,joining sleepless souls to strive for another appearance and meet the Gods.

-What is your dream?

-I have no dreams,they abandoned me and left me desolate,with faint expectations...,,.but

-Yet,something is wrong..?

-I can't live without my dreams,it is hard to bear up against this pale life,it can easy be mistaken for death.. without sights and colors,without fear and hopes,without lightsome smiles and spontaneous look, without cries and premonitions,each one of us becomes a ghostly appearance,like a walking zombie... .and we omit memories,our live monuments,to follow one's dreams and accomplishments.

The second one said:
-I forgot how to pray and believe..all my life i trusted people and they betrayed me,now i want to revive prayers and faith..

-The next:
-I wish i fell in love!My loves failed,and i miss the thrill and beauty of emotions and passion..i didn't believe one would love me back

-I want a place with different view,to vary its colors and rise beyond habitual and pale sights,bringing some magic and the virtue of a new beginning..

The day has passed so quickly that i easy could mistake the crimson stripes of the departing sun with blushing of the dawn.

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

As the twilight approached,the late sun splashed its bloody rays,embracing the vividness of ambiance, and so,impressing everything in the reach to look for quietness and portly sights.I walked on the orange sand,following little,softy,and lofty footprints,along with rising bliss around,and thought of how all rushed to take the shape of dreamy valleys.It was restful exposition for me,to witness how scarlet and flagging body made a contract with gloominess,yielding to the passion of a dream,caught in the blurriness of birth and death for a short time.
And i forgot my earthly landscapes,greenness and blueness,and the madness of nature bargaining for our attention and understanding,for being intensely merged into the silence,when the quietness releases my mind from unpleasant things,making me truly feel the advantages of solitude,and myself an enchanting princess,privileged in its vast and mystical reign.

Gloomy shadows walked by my side,and i bestowed my willingness to stay calm .My curious and captive eye observed plum hoods and cloaks,and i felt luscious and airy odor of death.The mix of such a surprise and uniqueness,paralyzed me,and i kept walking.Then,a deep revolt rose inside me,a recognizable fear of evil,rooted deeply in my nature,but i found very soon that upcoming illusions and fanciful occurrences were more pleasant than the common inheritance,and i adapted myself to strangeness of unseen scenery.

The fairies crowned a lake with indigo-like reflection drawing its serenity from the deepness,elusive and impenetrable to disruptive and permeative shadows of a lavishly and cascading surrounding.Sitting around the marbling surface,occupied with sprucing up their glittering skin and pompous outfits,they seemed inaccessible and distant,released from any infamous and mean thoughts,and restrained from any aspiration,holding themselves in devotion to inner self,serene and calm.The starlight lavishly glinted over thin bodies,pouring out its polish in admiration.
I asked permission to be welcomed by the Sublime Lady,who possessed the magic of healing

On the east side of the moon,the legend says,a Heavenly Mag,who was the first to establish an order for its residents,felt angry for not obeying his will and command,and made that side of the moon never see the light,staying in darkness and isolation forever.The exception was an aged castle, to hold its position to these days,as a room for special performances and rituals.The walls are filled with kunzite crystalline stones,transparent and light,giving you an illusion of the ablaze daybreak,when all the prayers and spells begin,and you feel protecting and fluctuating energy to circle inside you.Soon after i touched my skin,now refined and smooth,sheen and splendid,i knew i would be permitted to appear to the sublime fairy,being absolved from impiety of my common human nature.The moon's denizens nearly forgot the pain and injustice humans made them,by taking away life from the moon,and leaving its terrain isolated and thirst.
Once they showed me the crater hosting a byzantium glazing lake,to give away love secrets to anyone who reflects himself in the silken and mystic shadows.For moon was born out of the greatest love,conceived in God's vision of two beautiful habitable planets to orbit each other and feel enamored forever.But the story took different course,and Earth received majestic light to nest life,while moon stayed in stillness and darkness,immersing herself in dreams;if you ever want something so desperately you must look up to the glowing rim,an absorbing power of the undefined and infinite.The moon performed its duty proudly,throwing golden shine across the earthly paths,constantly keeping the attention of curious walkers,who are pretty much aware that nobility and sublimity are equal to craving.

When the midnight marked the top of the Rosebud Hill,the Sublime Lady entered the cordierite anteroom where i and one of fairies,impatiently waited for her.



Blue-Purple-Minerals

Spodumene

QUOTATION
The Moon-Spinners
Mary Stewart novelist

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


to be continued





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