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.

                                                         
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-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

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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.

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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

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Moon Saga-Whisper Me,My Dear

“Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night... Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and live, as you never lived before!”

― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera

continued

We can't separate our lives from the cosmic influence and envisioning.The ultimate happiness floats amidst pearly and gracious clouds,but truth lies beyond the skyline;nevertheless we are messengers, ephemeral host of fluctuating energy with a gift to evolve.

Lonely and sparkling stars baffle us,making we believe without questioning;dying stars confuse our senses to mistake death for life,and our bodies for gold dust bathing in moonshine,while we keep on living our illusions in a blear perception,and dreaming a splendour of reality.

I don't know myself unless i draw inspiration from the moonlight and the sprinkling of sunlight to shine me with bliss and eagerness.Looking up at the beautiful sky and walking figures to find comfort in soft and cottony shapes,i constantly fill myself with miraculous freshet of happiness.Even on a misty morning, light reaches me from the obscurity,strangely,but in harmony with my aspirations and sensibility.I am aware that reason imposes a line between real hope and fantasy,but again,an experience from childhood,taught me that it was not followed by the diary of sheer and clear perspectives but rather accompanied by shady and dark silhouettes.Therefore i never neglect some rusty and isolated stations,something i have always been attracted to,seemingly hopeless,yet wisely assuming that one's strong will and devotion can be miraculous.

Sparkling and velvet particles give away their noblest and purest features,in a playful jet around the axis. Then,one day, if you are patient and love yourself,you can transform your body into beautiful and refined primordial dust.

The fountain looks at itself in the icy crystal reflection,there are two faces,one is vivid and serene, radiating with joy,and the other,frosty and smooth watcher of diabolic and bemused spirits among us who are possessed by frantic passion and bewildered.The past and present are crucified on the cross, and the only certainty is hopeful and prosperous future.Stay vigilant at midnight when dreams exhilarate to meet you,it is short-lived,but the reach is stupendous.Emptiness doesn't exist,only coldness and warmth,and your misleading attitudes and beliefs.

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-In fact,there is no great mystery,not as such that you might expect in your fantasy...it's all in a variety of different views...!-said my tricky companion.

-I let the will dominates my nature,the way i act and think,moreover,there is a primeval energy within me,making my will grow stronger,to surmount all psychological limitations and restraints as determinant patterns of consciousness,rising beyond routine and recognizable environment,when it becomes misty and filled with its mystical habitants.And i realized,along the way,that being accustomed to unrefined manners and rigid thinking,a great accomplishment,offends people.

-Next time,make them impressionable,..for a sudden success hurts.On many occasions,you can find yourself performing everyday activities in a storm of passion,when there is no time for appreciation,and you feel betrayed.Oh,my dear,give me as much turbulent energy as you can!Many a year of predominant memories in my life leaving me forgettable for the others..and you still believe that i lost the power to distinguish good from bad...?

-I dare say,in the mixture of all psychical and spiritual forces to show off their strength across the space,you are often caught in the frame of mistaken thoughts and inexperienced dreams,where unsated and restless hunters find the gates to reach you.Perhaps,it is the only way the worlds in universe can survive,stealing from us even the last hope that we can change direction of the wheel while drawing the lines of life and death;and between them are our quivering dreams and spanking illusions.We are prisoners of our existence and eternal dreamers of the universe,representing all that the wide expanse gives us in a form of eternal life.Regardless of which side of the globe we live and fall asleep on,good and evil will always follow us.....and the final darkness is not salvation.

-Are you thinking of salvation,stupid girl!..something like that doesn't exist!And you hope to win death?

For a moment i believed it,but twinkling light behind him,made a different perspective...and of course, i stood silent.There is something absorbing within me,an inborn heritage with pictorial inner knowledge and intuition to prevail.
Every so often you think how there is nothing more for your curious mind and aspiring spirit to explore,you find yourself forging a brilliant idea in the morning.

-I bet all the wisdom has a form of delusion that universe delivered,following its own confusion and painful jolts;move an ethereal wave,and you will challenge a row of disrupting thoughts to haunt you,hitting right in your mind..-the center of all forthcoming,more like diabolic infusions;then,you usually think:it is a devil's work!Blame me,hapless,little creature!Blame me whenever you feel an intensity of distress and disillusion!-it was the furious moment to pour out all his angriness.

The likenesses of him never give you a chance to respond,they just leave their impressive messages,and us to search for the essence,that the sender alone is privy to.

Existence,as you know it,is seldom a way into the future;between sleeping past and roaring future,it feeds itself by borrowing from the past,and holding universe's habitants in blackness while a wandering star passes by, to enlighten you for a moment.We can't see inside the Sun,but the hidden energy warms us and ignites our eagerness,a lesson to teach us,that secretly stored desires and dreams are the most powerful and influential in our lives.

-Are your memories inviting and enticing?However,they fade,don't they?Because you are the time consumers,focused on broad expectations following  your days,months and years;..but,in terms of space,it is nothing.So, you will forever cheat yourself,trying to catch the right time to do something.... so foolish!Some of the brightest moments still stay resistant to oblivion...what do they look like now?..like a farewell to happiness and stunning dreams,don't they?The most beautiful thing about creation is illusion..that is all you have!True happiness is beyond reality....

-I shall never give up on my premonitions and beliefs;besides,there is natural beauty i see around, rooted in the earth or flattering in the air,along with two glowing balls in the sky to constantly play a tricking role,causing us to descend into fascinating illusionary,merging with the shadows of another life,and then,in the dawn,slowly begin to accommodate to rustic scenery around,when only the light seems promising....even to be so,and memories fade,there will be a new day and the sun to rise again.. , ...Thank you for the light!

-I have no choice..i am used to darkness,only now and then i find a lovely soul,it is your grace and beauty to make me feel respected and loved...am i asking too much of you?-i heard a heartfelt voice.

His hilarious words touched me and shamefully filled inside with tenderness and sympathy-No,no,my 'poor' friend,you see how strangely things change soon you employ feelings.Suffering is too expensive,and i always have a smile saved for someone in need,because after a little while,i have run out of my vast collection of smiles.

Then something happened that i never thought about,...a few tears dropped from his eyes,which,as i understood later,was the greatest achievement...!Crying is not a habit,it comes like a gift,and tears make him feel like a man.Even a wrinkled handkerchief in my hand was unnecessary,for he collected his tears like souvenirs.
Now,ask yourself ,when was the last time you cried....
Pure expectation without efforts and passion are like contours on the canvas waiting for someone else's hand to colorize them with his own dreamy crimson tint,or blacken,with shadows of a gloomy, patchy sky.

-Lost in selfishness,you might easily neglect another's life,assuming that everything goes by a proven path and order,and at the time of personal pain you learn that suffering and sorrow are not lonely case.All is about energy...
I can be bright or dark,joy or sadness,pretty or ugly.,...but i never come without invitation;take care of the ones you let walk in your life and from whom the goodness comes.

-Did i make a mistake?-i followed him.

-Would you ever think of yourself as being a mistake?-asked my wise companion.What you collect in yourself,holds you free and cheerful,or prisoned and miserable..a little universe;i am only an expression of your repressed desires and thoughts.!You have not been reasonable..

-I never go along with my reason!-my tone went splenetic.

-You called upon me,.....insanity or madness..it is your problem,not mine!

-I don't want to argue with you-i said in anger.

Next time,think twice before putting on airs!Leave arrogance behind,.....show humility,kindness, modesty,compassion..,,,,goodness..

Stop,stop..!-i interrupted him to finish his thought.You dare to teach me about goodness?You,the one who only makes evil..

-I am your reflection,faint and shady..nothing but ENERGY to come back your way.If you are in trouble, WHISPER me,my dear....if faced with abstruse and esoteric phenomena,whisper ! Silence is the beginning and end.
For silence descends from inner self and tunes itself with the serenity of universe...for the most important things happen in the air,where colors proudly shed love and understanding,harmony and tranquility.They are subjected to the cosmic laws&principles and are older than creation.
All this defines your body and inner beauty..

-Everyone's aspiration is being beautiful...but,many forget a simple truth,that the finest attributes define how you look on the outside ...like food to be absorbed,keeping your skin fresh and young- i sounded exciting.

-I admire you....first i think how brave you were to accept the challenge,recognized like inner whispering, then followed by faith,till the time you exposed yourself to the mystic and turbulent reality..

-I have always held to my strong feelings about the wholeness of space and an amazing view beyond the horizon,i loved them...
I also know,if you let your dreams spread hearty and unrestrained,they will reach their desirable destinations;whatever beauty you inherited at birth,it can't get you satisfied and admired unless you find yourself in deep contemplation,then nothing cheep and dirty from outside can endanger your accomplishment ..'cherish your beauty inside..

 -How lucky you are!The fact you met me made you stronger and capable of making your dream come true;you remained vigilant for everything,both good and bad...you know now,that 'miserable' and 'negligible' conceive magnificence.However your world seems beautiful,you are aware that you belong to the darkness,whence the most exciting changes come.Keep a distance wisely,and expect miracle secretly..

-If you call on the outer miracle,you must first find it in yourself'-my thrilling voice sounded like a  warble.

-You picked up amethystine particles,and applied an unearthly,princely coat to your face,to make you distinguished and polite among others.Happiness or craft,it is an eternal puzzle!

Then,with a beatific smile,he bode me farewell while moving away from me.
On the pathless and raspberry way i walked back to home,the moon abundantly poured its zircon load,and a while later,i began thinking of the uncertainty and easiness of the beauty around.

Far, far away, there is a beautiful Country which no human eye has ever seen in waking hours. Under the Sunset it lies, where the distant horizon bounds the day, and where the clouds, splendid with light and colour, give a promise of the glory and beauty which encompass it. Sometimes it is given to us to see it in dreams.
BRAM STOKER, "Under the Sunset"

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Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera
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Fantastic Land/part II

“There exists one divine treasure that makes 
every human being richer than any
 emperor or king-richer even than any nation.
  That is the Earth.
 The earth belongs equally to every person alive.
The sky,the mountains,the ocean and the trees,
the greatest art that will ever be."
Eyvind Earle

Continued


Following conspiracy,i prevented everybody from living forever....never to possess such a beauty and unalterable condition of his own body..
Then i heard the voice of my wizard.
It is good having a friend at any time and anywhere......
And a lesson i learned:never sell your dreams for the sake of truth....for life unrolls all by itself


-My dear,you could be punished for your arrogance and selfishness!You have not known,that there are eyes to watch over you,for gifts are obligatory.. listen to nature.. ...all is in harmony around you,to simply grow and bloom,to flow and sing ..it is quite pleasing,while your restless mind and spirits make mess and disasters.

-What is the way of living the life you want and being happier?

-Don't strive so passionately to get to the place modeled in your imagination....look around and try to find peace and happiness just where you are and with what you have now,for what you deprived of,there is heart to make up for everything.Dreams never abandon the one who stays close to his faith and heart.There is not perfection but happiness in the road you walk on ;many of us are deluded by thinking of a perfect time ...it is illusion....watch a river runs...can you catch a moment of its life?No one can...you see its streaming with no end,and that is how your life flows...you can't draw it and say: i caught a perfect moment,for it is uncatchable...

Purple Sunrise

-As i listen to you,it seems to me i have already reached that mysterious and fantastic destination.,but i can't leave a dream about immortality anyway...

-I'll give you hope...since everything,including all the universe,is in a perpetual circle,to rotate and reshape itself while building new worlds,i allow for the possibility that a man would be able one day to recognize a new dimension of life...perhaps,not the same as we prejudice now,but something completely different and unknown to our visions....You see, hope is not delusion...it is heaven's division of angels and good spirits to seek for the asylum in our souls.For one who has wings,you might say to have everything, but from his point of view,goodness and kindness need fructifying.Dreams last forever.....only,you must learn how to live with your own predictions,to feel the right time for each one of them.and turn the order of how things happen;if not,you can run and run to the rest of your life and never reach that one again..

I have understood more than my premonitions were at the beginning;he let my go into paradise,i saw all the beauties,i was dazed by all wonders,i felt jealousy,i hated monotony,i wished to change it and i made mistake; and to redeem myself,i need to suffer,experience all atrocity,hate,and the rest of human madness. However, i am lucky to have kept my dreams,and some written stories to tell me about another coming of a shining star,of the paradise and the day when all human sins will be ransomed; i learned that this life is so beautiful and unique,that i need to teach my friends to enjoy everyday life more and more,to have sympathy for others,to love stronger,to respect everyone's freedom in making choices... i know it will take a long time before an experience changes the world;and i know now,that every new morning is such a blessing and imaginary BEAUTY to never repeat itself in the same way anymore...
I learned so much in just a glimpse of time,that i am afraid that it could be taken from me at once!...i beg you,let me begin once again...!I shall be everything you wished for me!

Purple Sunset

Kindness and grace,peace and love
Mercy for everyone's suffering
Love and understanding for emptiness
Forgiveness for past mistakes and harms
Beauty and enchantment
I shall write a book and put your glorious words in to shine forever..
I shall witness what i saw,and reassure everyone who doubts..
I shall say to them to look for salvation in my words,to celebrate my coming and immortality...there will be a promising day to leave behind all mistakes,and so,makes this bewitched circle closed!

I have almost forgotten to say,i learned to cry.. tears in my eyes are the healing proof that a wonderful creation is never lost in one's eye....with a single tear,one becomes better,and makes a happier world.
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Paintings
Purple Sunrise
Purple Sunset
by Eyvind Earle

Eyvind Earle Illustrations

Fantastic Land

“So come with me, where dreams are born,

and time is never planned. Just think of happy things,

and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!” 
 ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

I am not someone who can say truth about our origin,and such a power stays hidden in the caves of our imagination,to only sometimes dazzle into remote sensing to get a glimpse of eternity.The most desirable thing in all human existence is to live forever.One day i decided to sell my dreams for the sake of truth..and you guess,i did it with a little help of my miraculous friend.
With magic wings he brought me into wondrous land out there,where even our dreams jump over the stars to find souls dwelling beyond our fantastic assumptions and perspectives.Everything was perfect there:beautiful landscape to border on mystical clouds to puzzle with their shapes,singing birds to look for a bit of attention, gorgeous flowers to endanger the beauty of a thirsty rainbow,....and lots more.I had everything in my reach,and whatever i wished for i could get,even i moved here and there without any effort, and i enjoyed. Then there came some days when i started feeling like i miss something,in spite of all the abundance and everything which an earthly being longs for.
At first i felt i missed a book to read,but again,what kind of book would it be if there were not anything exciting,things to arise my curiosity and bring inspiration for writing?It is so bothering watching the same things every day without any change.And i asked my friend to let me spoil something and make it into new form,just to see what my feelings will be about it.

Blue Bird

He threw me some paints,but they were useless,for everything was perfect colored.....what to do?Then a thought crossed my mind:dear girl,i said to myself,pull a plant out of the ground,by force,of course,for what other way a poor human brain could imagine,and leave it without any drop of water.In my enthrallment i was so proud of my ingenuity,and eagerly waited for the first change in my Kingdom!What happened was not surprising,because we are so accustomed to all vandalisms of a man;.it was so simple to destroy something, so easy...as soon as plant lost her vivacity and colorfulness,i contentedly began my first creation!Greatest accomplishment i could afford myself since i landed on this 'strange' place.With great joy and pleasure i casted first hues of colors to paint it...and i made her look very beautiful!And i was content and happier....
My curiosity and thirst of changes were not fed,i needed more and more;even i was so naughty,that her sweet smell was not enough anymore,i wished new and different one...so i mixed some ingredients from her previous image,recycling them and producing a new fragrance.I believed it was much better and subtler than ever,and i was so satisfied and more happier...

My dear friend,who was always there when i needed him,felt that i missed a talk,so he kindly flied over all obstacles to separate our worlds,and said:
-I believe,some of mysteries that you were wrapped with during past years,had now disclosed themselves.. ...you wished for perfection,i gave it to you,but you were unsatisfied!

-All is wonderful,like in my fantasy,but i saw there was nothing for me to do...i can't simply just exist without doing anything!

-I knew what impressions and consequences it would bring to you...because you are such a creation to never find peace,and will always strive for changing and recreating all which exists as much as possible ...and.a restless spirit

-I did some harms,and i am so sorry..... i am afraid that more people will go after me...i am not a good example,and wonder why we all torture ourselves so much with final answers and destination...it is so simple puzzle,i saw it now..

-I am sure that you portend such an idea is not possible;everyone to follow you,would wish for himself another plant to recreate and satisfy his own ego and curiosity.If one were so powerful,he would destroy the entire land!Yes,that is truth!Keep beating your own ego dear girl....

I couldn't wish for more...it seemed to me that the tree was badly overgrown,i didn't like its 'BOAST" and thought of changing its destiny.My craziness went too far,i was almost jealous of plants....let alone a man..
I believed i could do everything better and more attractive...and i needed a book with rules to punish everyone who breaks them.I became even more selfish than a 'normal' human being,and wished they never had power to reach my 'place' and know what i learned.
Following conspiracy,i prevented everybody from living forever....never to possess such a beauty and inalterable condition of his own body..
Then i heard the voice of my wizard.
It is good having a friend at any time and anywhere......
And a lesson i learned:never sell your dreams for the sake of truth....for life unrolls all by itself




To be continued


“The moment you doubt whether you can fly,
you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Painting
Blue Bird
Konstantin Somov

From the Archive
PETER PAN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS

Staying Young Forever

"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." Christian D.Larson

Since i was a child,i have always lived in my imagination,and looking back on the time,i see how privileged i am;besides wonderful childhood i had,such a gift influenced my personal growth;in fact i recognized how this pure reality happens to be a trap for our amazing nature,by preventing us from realizing most beautiful dreams.It is like opening the shroud to discover fascinating views,which immediately arises your spirit,and make inner beauty recover your shining and sublime look.My body is a perfect joint of material appearance and divine nature,and such an inhaled spiritual energy approves how life is not pure reflection in the mirror.Our inner beauty and visualization prevail over outer appearance.
These feelings haunted me very early,and i loved such a freedom.Now i am not sure whether it is an unique gift or an open book for everyone,which only takes will and meditation,enriched with a bit of fantasy,to be recognized in every human being.There is many a truth inside us,so simple,so wonderful and majestic,alluring and fascinating,but hard to get a possession of.
Want to find the source of your inner growth,and fulfillment of vital desires?...just look into yourself to recognize all the mystic of remote destinations and unexplained worlds,it is your senses to keep the tracks of all miracles out there....that is your power.
One day your wish will be command;train yourself to perform magic every day. And whenever you face misunderstanding,be aware that God's intentions are not in tune with everyone's attitude;there are ones to have missed out on spiritual connection,and remained blindly attached to earthly life.Not everyone is talented to live with his mental projection constantly directed to heavenly realms;to me,seeing only rough reality without building a perspective to the universe,is living in the darkness of a cave.Every moment of my life i am engaged in plenty of ideas to scatter their seeds across the space.Such a spiritual side of my being is the main source of my personal growth;it is seed planted in our genome and it makes us special species and so powerful...the only ones who are able to change themselves from inside!...characteristic to belong entirely to us! Without such an inner flame,our existence would be a poor image of inspiring expectations to come to life.I don't know of another way,but breathing and thinking together with the whole universe,which enables me to get rid of shallow perceptions and let my mind dwell in the purity and beauty,far from earthly harms.Raise your spirit,learn to be yourself among the stars.I see myself like a time traveler,to borrow something from a hospitable planet,something from a friendly star,places to have never forgotten my goodness and kindness.

La Ghirlandata

There was a time when i planted a tree to keep all fruits of life alive,and bring happiness and joy.And someone i lived with,inspired me to share joy and happiness.The tree is timeless,having power to outlive all cold and stony innovations around,for it cherishes love and lives in beauty.The fruits are supposed to keep their exclusivity and freshness,and not to be spoiled by a man's cruelty,hate or jealousy.A man should never trade love for hate,and never lose juvenile spirit....for as soon as he leaves playful and lively features to feed his memory behind,he accepts the change to come with his age...he is getting old,which is only a prelude... there is a world of obsolete creatures to cry for lost youth,spending days in dark and misty hell.It was the reason that someone began composing the music for the dead souls reminding that without beauty,the only way you stay in touch with the rest of the world is MUSIC.There are a lot of ways to be blind.First thought of creation was about BEAUTY,God himself  has always lived in a beautiful surrounding,and never traded his original idea about a world conceived in beauty.Since beauty is so absorbent,it makes things never grow old.......that is how ETERNITY was born!And all,from a THOUGHT!

As a symbol of longevity,tree makes a deal with everybody,to take as much as necessary;excess makes your body poisoned,the same way as the nature suffers itself .... ardent Sun to scorch leaves and flowers,a torrent to saturate the ground and wash out her nutrition....it looks so sad in comparison with beautiful Sun's rays, blueness of the sky,sounds of dreamy river,pure and splendid perfection,we are all a part of.The way you feed yourself,is the way you show off yourself!And food is organic and spiritual, precisely shaped,and every wrong thought affects your organism. .
Man is unstoppable,just needs to learn how to run with the stars...a perpetual recycling!From the clouds of dust a star is born,dust is seen as place of eternal rest,but from the very dust a man raises himself.Every day is a new chance for him to evoke paradise...if he only understood how it depends on him!Usually he expects all handed to him on a plate...or to delay it till tomorrow,which never comes the way we imagine......
Let me fancy about future i hope for!
What is the first thing you wish for!Isn't it to live forever?
I have no answer unless i ponder over all moments i was blessed to be myself,and reach my dreams.Whether death is final destination,or we might have an everlasting life,occupies our minds to wish for such an alluring nectar.In my imagination,it is like a whirl of fantastic and sparkling possibilities to mix with each other,collide,like an endless chain,in which we dwell as well.What i am sure is that we are given this very moment now,to absorb all the infinity and find a way to improve ourselves by digging deeply inside our being,to listen to whispers of wandering souls,who once ago,being locked out of living worlds,opened all gates for performing the magic.Learn to live with your own desires and make them come true,use your free will and strength of mind to make what you wish.
Another thing i am sure about is that we are not alone.
My friend confirmed my reflection.

-The most certain way to help yourself in your personal growth,is to learn to think and feel together with remote places,and live your future now.Triviality of earthly world will never bring you progress-it is mind's capacity and spiritual practice to raise you.In every moment of your life your spiritual being might bring you to desired accomplishments,while performing magic.

-Staying young is my life achievement...if i were you i would never miss out on chance of being different.It is strong will to tune your desires with condition of your body and give instructions to all cells to keep your body young.I have found a way to feed and make them obey my will.Organism corresponds to your instruction,and being 'disciple 'of mind,easy follows its command........ like waking up spontaneously at the same time ....It is practice,but first of all,it is will,mental projection, opening to cosmic expenses to bring you  joy of looking for less reasonable things.We have always felt the space like a cradle of miracles.It brings disturbances,strange experiences,but it is worth it.We are ready to do anything in order to keep our youthful looks;fortunately i recognized 'my true being' and used power of my mind to join passion and desire into beautiful flow of energy to keep my face fresh and without wrinkles.I could not stand a thought of getting old;the strength of my will and mind live in harmony with cosmic immaterial forces,for spirit is too much discerning and polite for limitations.All your dreams have a source to rejuvenate them,and continual and active feeding will bring you to the fulfillment.Spiritual and mental power keep my cells fluent and customized on my projected desire to save my young look.By doing so,for a long time,it continues to perform such a magic for me...and.i have no need now to think more about it,all works perfectly for me.

Don't let your mind be a prisoner of your organism,it takes freedom of puffy heaven to lightly spread its energy waves,absorbing all beauty of the nature.It renews itself by every picture conceived somewhere in the space.Lend a smile from the heavens,rather than from damaging and harmful people's interactions and your will and instinct will do the rest!

-Organism is programmed to react the way we make it and gets accustomed on our habits.Most of our reactions are spontaneous,and we need to learn more about how our body receives commands from mental projections..


-I could make a wrong choice,for my passion is too strong-i was puzzling myself.

-It just approves how powerful your spiritual side is!Of course,it might be seducing,risk is always present.....-said my wizard,and we left our play for a while....

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"

Christian D.Larson

beauty


"The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord."

Notice

I put a solid effort to pas on you my truest feelings about staying young,hopefully in an understandable manner.Thank you!...what is sure,i am honest and genuine in illustrating my experience.
May you all reach your dreams!


Painting:

La Ghirlandata
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

We Are All One

Continued...

The gift of mental power comes from God, Divine Being,

and if we concentrate our minds on that truth,

we become in tune with this great power.

Nikola Tesla

-All we need is an idea;having spent enough time with humans,i can't be wrong to say that darkness belongs to them,carrying a changeable force,therefore diabolic.

-The greatest reason in the space is helpless regarding how some things happen,and again it appears like a seducing move and magic,to make us curious and eager of knowledge,and giving more incentive for mind's employment to change the worlds one day ..It is a simple human inborn wish to change the world...not only his one,but all the space!

-It opens door to human origin,why he appeared ,whether it was an accident or on purpose...

-Man's appearance is a gift from nature;feeling endangered she gave birth to a new species!You can search out the origin in all natural bewitchment around:a curious little pond,river's burble, volcano's furiousness,
coral's strangeness,ocean's caprice,fresh smell of first born buds in the morning,the mystic of a seabed....it is one way..

-May i see myself like a favored river,or a plant to carry recognizable scent of sweet memories.. ...like sharing destiny,learning about our body and all vitamins and minerals we take together,or way we save our lives....oxygen we breath,atmosphere over our heads,and warmth coming from the Sun.
.
-A man and his natural ambient are linked more than an immodest mind believes....in fact,most people don't think of that too much.

-You mentioned another way.I know that many love a story about God,in the likeness of a man,to rule over all.

Appearance of Jesus Christ to Maria Magdalena

-It is the bible story that humans love and worship so much.There is a great intelligence,above all,and it took control of all cosmic forms and appearances,known and unknown,and being threatened,it formed a new species,with intellect capable to absorb and fructify the knowledge..some of that was lost at the start,so man should spread his wings and look for mysteries all the time.Knowledge and wisdom are a perishable stuff.
At some point,there was a defect causing a missing link between Gods and Humans..therefore a lasting desire for youth and immortality.


-We appear like an unfinished story..-for i love telling stories

-Yes,people look like an imperfect creation,and you can blame human curiosity and believe in Eve's story;...Or You can believe in God's mistake,i dare say mistake,not intentional,but an error in calculation and measuring.He wished for a man so much goodness and beauty,but didn't predict his hurtful attributes.

-Simply,he didn't respond to the gifts properly!And now we are left on our own...-my curiosity spoke by itself..

-Being familiar with the Gospel stories,i assume you know the message....we are not left alone,at least you have burning hope in a man's final salvation;and the ones who are more daring feel it like staying young forever,like a dream and passion to have themselves imprinted through many adventures and narrated tales,to enkindle fantasy and belief into miracles.To me,it is more inborn heritage,such a passion for power and doing impossible things.
Man was spun into virtual worlds to make miracles.. ...it is an experiment,to approve itself one day;until that time,he is on his way to dream with open eyes,to forget about reality;relief yourself of earthly bonds,and you will fly..!Beauty is above the reason.Man is able,using his own strength and virtue to recreate the future by means of his uniqueness and unstoppable curiosity and passion.Glorify yourself holding God's image before your eyes all the time,and believing in a story to repeat itself again and again.

-I love God 's image like a mind's projection..an Universal intelligence..What about our fears over sins?

-Nothing weird.about cosmic order.. show respect!..it is more than telling a ghost tale...it is about energies to circle and reach us in some point of life!A wave of negativity from past times is similar to accumulated energy in clouds to discharge themselves and cause a.lightning!After all,you have storm and horrors!Creating a visualization about the whole,universe and us as a living organism and exchanging energy,is possible with our common ingredients,such as oxygen,carbon,hydrogen,.....we are one;and among all that,a lot of wandering spirits to carry energy.....

-Time for my interruption-spirits-it is hardest to approve .There must have been spiritual force to impose the rules and trace a path for us.

-Be sure, your energy is not lost.....there is no death,no finished stories,for all the stored energy rises into the space,there is no mortality in that sense of existence.There are ones who raised above earthly world,being exceptional spiritual beings..they are celebrated like Saints;When a saint is born,then it God sends his disciples to tell new stories and improve humanity;being gifted more than most of people,they usually stay misunderstood and doomed for their earthly life.All appearances,like clairvoyance,telepathy,prophecy,are emissaries of esoteric knowledge...!They act like foreseers,an open window into the future ...secret grail.. .(here is my notice that i use term 'secret grail' to refer to all beyond a human understanding to be possible )

-When one day a man allows himself to accept some truths,then we shall be close to fullest transformation.

I liked this very much!I always wished a brightening star.....something so desired but beyond our reach yet;.-How poor we are!With our perception and thinking!...
.
-Once there was a man who knew much more than the crowd,but being misunderstood and wrong interpreted,he rose into the heaven again,to approve what a man is capable of.Many a man still doesn't believe. There must be many things to be funny to him yet....to smile over human ignorance and fears.But he was a great man,to know why the nature and man still don't understand each other.Mind is supposed to be free,but in reality it is narrowed by a man's fake perspective....he sees the way a river flows or cloud floats,but forgets about personal creativity;why a bird tweets,or a leaf changes its color.....bird flies because it is free,deprived of conscious burden,unlike our perspectives;when you become completely free you spread your wings..beyond this world and reality.
Man has forgotten to look into the right mirror.The greatest expanse you find in yourself,an unique and unrepeated existence and way toward eternity.As soon as you understand it,you will know how to recognize a king or queen in yourself,having your own Kingdom.Sound familiar,isn't?

-I love him,i love Jesus!-for it was clear he spoke about him.I can live like a queen ,it is purpose of creation ...feeling free and above all limits;the earliest fairy tales have come to light before the time as we know it.

-Knowledge beats bothering and loneliness..always strive to know more, learn every day,and for goodness sake,try to make and tell a new story every day!
I knew it was gift from my friend,this last sentence....





"The gift of mental power comes from God, Divine Being, and if we concentrate our minds on that truth,
we become in tune with this great power. My Mother had taught me to seek all truth in the Bible;
therefore I devoted the next few months to the study of this work."
Nikola Tesla


 "Though free to think and act, we are held together, like the stars in the firmament, with ties inseparable. These ties cannot be seen, but we can feel them. I cut myself in the finger, and it pains me: this finger is a part of me. I see a friend hurt, and it hurts me, too: my friend and I are one. And now I see stricken down an enemy, a lump of matter which, of all the lumps of matter in the universe, I care least for, and it still grieves me. Does this not prove that each of us is only part of a whole?
For ages this idea has been proclaimed in the consummately wise teachings of religion, probably not alone as a means of insuring peace and harmony among men, but as a deeply founded truth. The Buddhist expresses it in one way, the Christian in another, but both say the same: We are all one."
Nikola Tesla



gospels

Etymology
The word gospel derives from the Old English god-spell [4] (rarely godspel),meaning "good news" or "glad tidings". It is a calque (word-for-word translation)of the Greek word εὐαγγέλιον,, euangelion (eu- "good", -angelion "message").The Greek word euangelion is also the source (via Latinised evangelium) of
the terms "evangelist"and "evangelism" in English.The authors of the four canonical Christian gospels are known as the four evangelists./wikipedia/

Folio from Papyrus 46

<< Luke 17:21 >>
nor will people say, 'Here it is,' or 'There it is,' because the kingdom of
God is within you."


Atmosphere


prophecy

One of his brother Masons had revealed to Pierre the following prophecy concerning Napoleon, drawn from the Revelation of St.
War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo View


clairvoyance


She felt it, and visioned it as by an unthinkable clairvoyance, and gasped, for the flurry of war was over.
The Valley of the Moon by London, Jack



Painting

Appearance of Jesus Christ to Maria Magdalena
by  Alexander Andreyevich Ivanov
1835

Folio from Papyrus 46, containing 2 Corinthians 11:33-12:9

Papyrus 46 (in the Gregory-Aland numbering), designated by siglum 46, is one of the oldest extant New Testament manuscripts in Greek, written on papyrus, with its 'most probable date' between 175-225.
Some leaves are part of the Chester Beatty Biblical Papyri, and others are in the University of Michigan Papyrus Collection./wikipedia/