You have chosen a hard path when you decided to step down. The gift you have - what you called curse so many times - gives you a heavy duty to bear. Seeing things in a way you do and having no one to share with, feels like holding glowing embers in your hand. They look at you as some kind of queer fish, and they separate themselves from you, outcast you and bully you as they please. What really happening is, people are scared. They are scared terrible from anyone who dare to

The way you live, the way you think, the way you decide and act upon are the signs of your character and your development in progress. The question is - how far have you reached to harmonize those thoughts, feelings and actions and how far have you reached to extend your awareness to the rate when observation steps ahead of judgement and understanding rises. How far have you reached in order to experience both sides of the story, and how far have you reached to establish tho

Dirt... Sand... Heat... Futility...Barren...Hostile... The surrounding, which is able to crack the seed... Dirt...Sand...Heat... Principles...Strength...Persistence... The germination of the new life.... Dirt...Sand...Heat... Challenges...Researches...Trials... The growth under the surface... Dirt...Sand...Heat... Purification...Service...Sacrifice... The flushing of the desert rose... Dirt...Sand...Heat... Blood...Value...Fecundity... The rebirth... Soil... Sand...Fire Comp

The hunter Following the trail of the wild, he learnt to read the signs. That knowledge was passed on through the ancient heritage line of his Grand- Grandfather. Every step he makes is planned by detailed preparation. His awareness is as sharp as his sword. His emotions and thoughts are trained under great pressure to learn how to gain control over them even in the most dangerous situation. He does not get destructed by them or by any outside influences. He works with the rh

Lilith knew that Eve would not make it. At least not at the first time. Eve would rather play the roles dictated by the norms, living within the limits, than questioning anything. Meeting with the snake was an option to break through into freedom but she was not ready. Lilith saw it before it happened. She had the vision. She knew that she had the free will to choose and in order to break free, she had to risk EVERYTHING. She knew she had to face the darkest part of her own,

Let me tell you a story about a group of individuals, where differences are accepted and appreciated; where all the individuals can live out their full potential in the highest level with the greatest support. As a result, they start to do incredible things out of the ordinary, and they have visions about the world, which can not be seen or understood by the 'normal'. That group does not belong to any society, or nation. They are the ones out of the Matrix. But they are the

Myth of Sophia

First there is a little spark searching for real substance to catch. Just a vibe, which triggers the mind unexpectedly from a source long buried. Then it becomes a flame, something seeable but untouchable providing gentle light and warm, but mysteriously waving like a serpent.The S-shape breakage on the alchemical egg. It awakens a search for fresh air to build a new foundation to grow. Seeking clarity, and seeking for the source to connect. Than it becomes a torch, strong en

Once upon a time there was a huntsman living in a village. There were stories about him, that he had came from the Dell. But instead of standing up for the others, his aim was to reach the top. He had done everything for it, including joining to the Gorillas and hitting the others with coconuts. There were stories that he had been kicked out from the Dell as he had wanted to gain power so desperately that he had used a Gorilla to steal coconuts from the rest. One day he app

winter tale

After a long and tiring journey, Grace and a little Sophie arrived to the 'Dreamland' on the top of the hill. A beautiful wooden house near the forest was the gate to the village and it was waiting just for them. It seemed to be a dream. But the village decided something else. A woman traveling alone with a girl, and coming from the Dell is suspicious in all meaning. Despite of their kindness and efforts, they got only rejections and false rumors. And the next morning, they

Grace stood on the other side of the Dell. The road up to the hill, which she was seeking for so long, was opened in front of her, yet it was somehow different. It seemed sunny and smooth, but the Bear standing on her side acted as a reminder for all the possible hidden agenda. And there was a shadow as well, which chased her every night like a cacodemon, starting with a disturbing weeping noise inside her head, followed by flashbacks from her recent memories. Till one thunde

It was an intense change and everything happened so quickly. It was still dark and it seemed there was no way out, but there was one significant change. The Mother Bear was there for her. Grace felt something beyond Fear. She stood up and climbed up to sit on the back of the Bear. The Bear slowly climbed to the entrance of the pit, broke through all the barriers and came out in the other end. They found themselves in the center of the dell. The Gorillas became mad and they st

Years spent since Grace fall into the Dell. The only way to go up to the hill was somehow through the Dell. But it seems the only ones who can go up, level by level on the clifts are the ones, who were willing to contribute to the punishing system by joining to the Gorillas to hit the others. There was an other strange routine. Hyaenas visited sometimes and they had free access to all the treausers of the Dell, including hunting the creatures. It seemed there was an unwritten

Once upon a time a girl, called Grace found herself in the edge of a dell, and the only way to go forward was through it. When she was looking for a path to descent she saw some kind of gorillas reaching out for her. She trusted in their help but they grab her and throw her off to the bottom. She had almost no time to raise, when coconuts started to fall on her, dropped by the same gorillas. She searched for shelter and she climbed into a cave. The cave was already crowded w

Once upon a time there was a girl called Grace who decided to go up to the hill to get a special healing herb to her sick friend. She prepared her trip and counted with all the little details. She even drew maps. When she started her trip, it was a beautiful sunny day. But as soon as she reached the deeper forest on the higher ground, it started to rain. The higher she climbed up, the lower she slipped back. The more she forced it, the more it kicked her back. She had that fe

Once upon a time there was a lady, called Grace living in the woods. She was well-known amongst the others as Whisperer since she knew the language of the Nature. She inherited the skills of understanding the wild ones from her ancestors and she wished to pass it to her daughter as well. She remembered back in the old days when circles of women gathered around a fire at night. They sang and danced, played drums, till the Great Bear appeared and settled in a distance. If the

Once upon a time there was an old huntsman living in the mid of the wood with a widow and her daughter. He owned the title of the 'Greatest Huntsman', but in real he owned it by spreading fear and greedy. Even the widow and her daughter was afraid of him. One day when he went to hunt bear, his fellow huntsmen disappeared behind. Because of his ego, he went forward alone and attacked the bear and the bear killed him. His daughter, Sophia went to search for him since nobody el

Once there was that ancient calling... she heard it like a shallow whisper from a far away distance. She heard it for a short period of time but it printed its pattern in her mind and it started to disappear bit by bit. Her seeking has started. She went to the forest and spent hours in the wild in complete silence to sharpen her skills to reconnect to her intuition to be able to recognise that unique whisper. She heard the songs of the birds, the blow of the winds, the rythm