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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
What Damian Mohler created when he wrote „The Journey of the Little Angel Thot“ is an imaginative and touching fable on the circle of life. Fables have always been a wonderful way to teach, to touch, to transform; they awaken courage and provide us with love, they make us want to seek out adventures and new experiences, they can clarify and heal. In Western society, there has always been a taboo on death and dying, and in many ways this is true to this day. Few people want to concern themselves with it, even fewer want to talk about it. It seems like we tend to be “deathly afraid” of death as a topic. Dogmatic teachings make us fear death and can actually amplify the despair and grief we feel when we lose someone dear to us. As someone who grew up in a Western society, I myself had my first “light” encounter with death in 1993 whilst travelling to Bali. We participated in a Hindu ritual where the deceased were burned on a pyre. Hindus believe in reincarnation and in souls being reborn after having left their mortal bodies, returning to the people they loved. But this is possible only after the old vessel, i.e. the body, has been burnt. The ceremony in Bali was a joyful one – the circle of birth, life and death had come to a close and could begin anew. This succession of birth, life and death as an eternal cycle is the subject of Damian Mohler's fable. It does not, however, subscribe to any particular religion or dogma. Damian Mohler lets the reader experience this cycle through the eyes of the protagonist. The discoveries of the little angel Thot are meant to help the reader grasp and understand this cycle. Pain and grief are natural reactions to the death of a loved one. But understanding this cycle might enable us to see a light and thereby find relief, maturity and insight. And, like the little angel Thot, we too constantly describe the journey through life within this cycle, with all its ups and downs. On this journey obstacles, loss and pain can make us feel like we're breaking apart, like we can't go on, and make us want to give up. Here, Thot's experiences remind us that within the darkness of all these emotions, there is always hope. Damian is adept at passing on this wisdom and knowledge, shaped by the work he has been doing for years as well as his own experiences. Perceptive, touching and compassionate, his story of the little angel Thot's journey of discovery helps us discover our own inner selves. Kristie Reeves Los Angeles, 18 August 2014
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
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The Journey of the Little Angel Thot
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Prologue
As the snow fell in silence outside, you were there, lying in your bed. The summer fields were painted in a grey hue. No birdsong could be heard, nor the babbling of brooks, no light was shining nearby nor in the distance.
Your sky held no more space for flying kites, no flame to light the small candle, no more time for our laughter. Sleep, my father, sleep, I love you.
The Beginning
The Beginning
This story – my story, to be precise – began many, many years ago. At a time in the past that I still remember simply as then. Then, oh, then, when time was still young, when flowers and smiles were one, when the sun and the moon were brother and sister. Then, when we imagined life to be like a droplet of morning dew on a great spider web, reflected in a myriad of other dew drops, or like one of many colours in a rainbow without beginning or end ...
Chapter 1: Marvelling at Daled's Gate Tor
Chapter 1: Marvelling at Daled's Gate Tor
A little angel named Thot stood at the very edge of heaven, far above the world, with the pulsating veins of its cities and the countless people living in it. People whose bodies and minds were of any shape imaginable. Some were industrious, some were lazy. Some were dim-witted, some bright. Some were kind and some were bitter. In this world, children were flying kites, laughing and crying, sometimes teasing each other in their excitement.
One day that little angel, robed in but a whisper of dream silk, floated towards a gate – for he was neither truly flying nor walking. It was entwined with roses, white, black and crimson. But it was not them that lured him there. Even from afar, he had seen beings of pure light gathering there, some in pairs, some parts of a group. Stars were gleaming around them as they illuminated the dark night, and the ground underneath them was softly reflecting the intense light emanating from each of them. Thot felt unable to resist the gate's attraction.
As he arrived at the entrance, he saw the gracious figure of a glorious angel in front of it. His robe, blacker than the deepest night, was adorned by a brooch, sparkling in all the colours of the prism. But what struck Thot most was the figure's face: Lined with wrinkles, it seemed to reflect time, and the dark eyes contained all the knowledge of the world. Truly impressed, Thot stopped and fixed his eyes upon him. “Who are you?” he asked.
