Winds of Outer Space

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space background from http://wonderfulengineering.com

 Photo take in my living room.

In the middle of the night, I woke up slightly from the strong wind outside my window, howling like a night wolf. Halfway between sleep and awake, I took part in a journey that might have been a dream or may have been real.

The wind had a vast sound to it that made it seem like I wasn’t on earth anymore. I got up from my bed and looked out the blinds and I saw endless amounts of stars. My eyes widened as if I had just been punched in the stomach, the unbelievable beauty of a nebula creeped into view — its pink fluffiness stretching out like an arm as it floated on past me. As I continued to watch, the wind blowed itself harder; the walls of the room crumbled away like bits of a broken chocolate chip cookie. Only the ground of the bedroom, with a huge chuck of earth rock was under me, the wind’s untamed air incasing my body, it felt warm and made me feel secure — no sense of danger in my heart. I watched the nebula go out of sight as galaxies formed around me, feeling the massive distance between us, I did not feel alone, but I questioned why I wasn’t afraid. Whisking past me in an instant were a family of big green and blue aura rocks; they seemed in a hurry, wherever they were going. The wind now felt like it was guiding me somewhere.

For a while, magnificent stretches of jagged light passed over me; many different colours, it felt like the lights were waving to me — happy to see me blowing across space. I caught eye of the sun as it came closer and closer, then I knew where I was going; I thought, “Will I die in the sun?” The ground that was under my feet crumbled away, floating in space, the wind’s presence still with me. As I got to the sun’s lavaic surface, my body plunged in, and, at the same moment, turned into crystal form; I looked at my hands to see clear quartz fingertips. The wind carried me to the depths of the lava ocean, I could feel the multi-layered-infused, dense energy of the sun. The liquid energy, orange and yellow in colour, dissolved into my clear quartz skin. I could see it floating within me, the tension that was in my body left immediately, I was now a part of the sun.

Waking up in my bed, hearing the wind again outside the window, my body felt hot. I pulled open the covers and checked if my wife was still next to me. Yet again, an amazing experience — not sure if it was just a dream or if it was real.

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The Man and the Flower Hill (Originally 29-Sept-2014)

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Taken in Long Island City, NYC

There was once a man who spent hours everyday sitting on a hill overlooking fields of sunflowers. He lived in a small village with his wife and two children. Every morning, he would watch the sun rise over the fields and his heart was filled with joy. His wife did much of the up keeping of their house and took care of the children, she loved her husband dearly and always made sure he had enough food when he went off to the hilltop. One day, the man’s youngest daughter asked him “Poppa, why do you sit her all the time?” The man replied, “Because it makes me so happy to be with the flowers.” The man’s daughter looked out into the fields and smiled happily as she went off to play in the grass near him.

Suddenly the man’s wife fell ill and he had to take care of all the household chores and take care of the children. The man’s wife, although very sick, repeatedly apologized to him for he could not see the fields of sunflowers. The man told his wife, “I love the flowers and I love to sit on the hill, but most importantly I love you and the children.” His wife smiled heart-fully as she rested. The man’s heart still yearned to sit on the hill.

After several months of looking after everything, the man’s wife became well again, however he was afraid to leave her due to his fear she may fall ill again. The man’s wife encouraged him to go back to the hill but he refused, and the children seemed to love the man being around more. A few days later the woman came up with an idea, “Why don’t we give flowers to the people in the village?” The man’s eyes lit up with joy and he thought it was a wonderful idea.

The man went to the hill every morning to watch the sun rise over the fields and pick sunflowers to give to the people in the village. Many travelers who came into the village gave the man money for the sunflowers. Eventually the man opened a flower shop in the village and shared his happiness of the sunflowers and his family for years and years.