Postcard from a ghost E-Book

Aleka Waters

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 54

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

A postcard will fall.A destiny will change...Will there be a nice encounter?

Leseprobe

This book is dedicated to the memory of Lady Neptune.

"Some people hear voices that are in them with a rare clarity, and they obey what they hear. They then become either crazy or they become legends.

Jim Harrison Legends of the Fall

There are only fragments of you and fragments of my soul and it's in bits that I will write your story or mine or can be ours because everything today mixes and becomes confused as mists of a memory in which I swim like your vacillations on this highway on which you're falling down. This fog paralyzes me in one way, but in another I am pleased ...

There will be no structure to this story, it will come uncertain and wandering, as my mind that swims in the land of remembrance. It flies, volatile from the clouds as the last ode that my soul sang, like the swan song, incomplete and inconsistent. It will be the unpredictable flow of the river that takes our lives in these other dimensions where everything is eternal.

I begin at the end or the middle part of a dream where the ghosts of the past come to whisper the sweet melody of what exists only in our memories...

I too seek the way to my home and my past, as do you.

I cling to this postcard you sent me from beyond ... This is the remains of another world, or the letter came from another reality and this road that never ends becomes an infinite river where phosphorescent waves of our souls, dance and abandon themselves to their fate without being able to fight.

I also became the river, the pool where I strolled, eventually in a hypnotic state, I am lured into another world. Did I drown or perhaps did I only refresh? One way or another, I always travel in its clear waters ...

I only remember the blue bird, the bird of paradise fluttering above its deep waters. He invited me out there and I surely wanted to join him, indifferent to the risk I was taking because I know there is no border between life and death, dream and reality. The Bluebird invited me to jump into the clouds hovering above the mysterious wave. Languid and ethereal, tired of my solitude and sadness, I listened to what his silent voice whispered in my ear.

“Jump in these clouds and let them wash you from your past lives. immerse in the wave and you'll be reborn, infinite ...”

I cannot remember the rest, only this adventure with this blonde boy who appeared to me under a waterfall in the middle of the dance of the mists. We lived like bohemians and today his poetry still fills my soul. He was a poet a beautiful soul and he knew in this journey between two worlds I would dance over his musings. He waited for me for a long time in that other kingdom and knew my face well before he met me.

There are these moments of eternity that haunt me and make faint the hands of time. Despite the years, which can often erase the memories, they can never reduce the imprint that love leaves forever in our hearts. A few seconds is all it takes, a fleeting spark that sets fire to the whirlwind of our memories and it is in the transience of this flash that we feel most alive. This is where our divinity is revealed and where the heart stores and feels the merger with complete unity.

There is no more time, there is no more space, there is no more than the language of the soul and this invitation to travel in places that only insiders can enter. Everything changes in the tsunami of emotions, reborn from the deepest despair. It is these unexpected moments that leave the infinite feeling of magic around us. It is for this quivering of our souls, these moments of eternity which thunder, that make our existence worthwhile. Time is like a river you cannot touch the same water twice since the current is ongoing, but the source that fills your heart is eternal.

This boy that I met in the waters of the river is in my mind, the guardian of another world. He is a poet, a philosopher who taught spirituality and magic in our meetings. He is the prince of my nebula. Perhaps it is the spirit of the river, he is of no earthly kingdom, but for me he remains the gypsy that I met on the roads of Idaho. You will certainly not come across it or him in the territory of Idaho because it is an invented Idaho, an Idaho that has only ever existed in my heart. One day, I will leave the banks of this river, I let myself drift like a giant lotus on the river that takes travelers to the land of Idaho.

The blue bird of paradise flew again and again over that mysterious utopia born from the meanderings of my fertile psyche and transports newcomers to the realm of childhood and endless parties.

No bad queen reigns over this dream world, who’s borders are as changeable as the clouds. I look forward to seeing the giant sequoia, which stands in the meadow dotted with sunflowers, because on top of that tree is where the lost paradise of my youth is to be found. Only the chosen few know the secret code to enter the cabin on top of trees. The Idaho traveler then accesses this magical place where you can forever relive the memories of innocence on earth forever lost, but these fleeting visions disappear at the first morning dew.

The Prince of Idaho is this fair young man asleep on the road, cool as ice, who dreams of the faded childhood he will never find on this earth. He dreams of his home, although he will never return to this earth. On this road that never ends, the Prince of Idaho joined the clouds where he takes me with him whenever life becomes too painful. So, when I feel this angst well up in me I fall asleep and find the Prince of Idaho and my lost utopia.

In this magical land, your only treasure is your heart and the dancing salmon making their way in earnest up the rivers.

We are all sunflower loving gypsies who merrily embrace on coffins at funerals.

We’re dressed in pink bathrobes and steal motorcycles.

The corruption of society by money has long since passed out of this world beyond time and space.