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Liberto

…I had the power to fly in the endless crystal blue skies and I could also reach one of those tiny puffy clouds which were lightly flittering in our great Kingdom of Heaven. These were wonderful feelings because I felt like a bird, I felt like a truly free man who is far away from the evil and very close to the sublimity…

However, these great feelings I managed to experience that night were only part of a usual dream – they weren’t real, though all that seemed to me a reflection of my reality. Unfortunately, such great feelings have just been lingering over my mind for a definite period of time before soon I was aware of being awoken by a heavy rainfall, by thousands of dazzling flashes of lightning and so many of  those deafening crashes of thunder that I felt scared to close my eyes again… I jumped from the bed quickly and watched my phone – it was 5 in the morning, 13/08/2008. There was no sign of the peeping sun out of the sea horizon and the rain was still pouring heavily over the boundless arms of the Black Sea.

The slashing rain started subsequently to calm down and soon there set in a silent atmosphere, a deep solitude with no sign of storming at all. I decided to take a walk to the near beach in order to fresh myself with a brief jogging along the North Coast…I dressed a white silky T-shirt, put on my sports trainers and headed down in a hurry to the North Beach.

… It reigned an amazing solitude and I felt like a dweller of a new world-better world; there was nobody there except for some tiny zigzagging crabs which were probably looking for what flesh has left on the rocks the night before… I started crossing slowly; my muscles trembled wavy and I felt as if my body managed to swallow all the power in the world… it was fantastic experience.

Not long after my breath started to heavily deepen I could see a little black spot in the far distance… I rushed down quickly and what I observed made my heart immediately smash – there was a small coloured pigeon which was an innocent victim of the storm and was lying on the coast helplessly…the treacherous waves were drifting and smashing on the seacoast as if they wanted to swallow it, to free the bird from its agony, from its present suffering… it was bleeding and snorting deeply; its puffy wings flittered rapidly from time to time and its body wriggling…  It wasn’t, however, prepared for worst to happen– it wanted to live, it wanted to be free  like me in my dream, so I had no other option except to wrap it up and take it at home.

…I named the pigeon “Liberto” because I knew that some day it could fly again, it could get back in its own Kingdom of Heaven, it could feel alive as I felt alive that nigh, it could reach the sublimity in the skies as I could reach the evil on the Earth.

… After a month of recovery Liberto was free again…

“… I had the power to fly in the endless crystal blue skies and I could also reach…… in our Kingdom of Heaven “ I felt as if I have already experienced such a beautiful dream. I got up quickly and had a cup of fresh orange juice. Then, I walked to the terrace and … there was a big coloured pigeon feather… I watched my phone… the date was displayed on it-13/08/2009…The only thought that came to my mind was: ”Liberto!?!”

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August 30, 2010 Posted by | Incredible Stories | Leave a comment

The Magic Forest

… I was walking trough a brilliantly illuminated wheat field, watching closely the motions of few winded yellowish waves which were lifting along that boundless ocean of wheat. It wasn’t an ordinary place to visit, just on the contrary – a place which as if had never been touched by a human hand or experienced by a human soul before… The only things I could hardly see and hear were dozens of tiny grasshoppers jumping happily aside my legs and a beautifully elaborated sparrow song coming from the far distance. That song attracted me; it made me curious to find out where it came from and how far it was…

The next moment… I felt mystified – there were no longer vestiges of the wheat ocean around me. I was located in a light green forest full of various trees, far away from civilization. I felt at the end of the world; I had the feeling of being mysteriously stuck between the imaginative realm of freedom and the brutal face of reality…

I stepped up and kept going towards unknown. I pondered whether I was dreaming one of those brilliantly elaborated dreams, but who could know? The forest was endless and the trees looked as if have always waited for their uninvited guest, for someone they were tend to obey… and I was there – in the middle of unknown. Among this strange environment I felt pure, powerful to change and … indeed UNreal.

It reigned an immense solitude, a puzzling silence besides the weak waft of the air and the duration of birds’ songs. Huge crystal green trees protruded all around; the rough terrain was not an obstacle to some lovely mushrooms to grow free; the sunrays were able to illuminate a big range of green areas causing the shadows stay apart; there were even a great deal of colourful strobiles scattered all over the pure ground. Suddenly, my eye caught a glimpse of a big, brown strobile which was stretching like a baby to his mother. I took the strobile and selfishly put it into my pocket, glad of the memory which would save.

The whole view was fascinating, amazing and all living things made me feel part of this internal atmosphere, not of civilization. Nobody could see me, nobody could hear me, nobody could experience the freedom I had. I realized at that moment that people were part of the world civilization, and I was not; that they were breathing air, and I was breathing power, they were feeding on food, and I was feeding on happiness, they were just living, and I was living eternally. Nothing could compare to those feelings I tried to save at that time, nothing and nothing only…

The next moment, I thought, was familiar – the usual opening of my eyes, the usual room, home, people. I said nothing …I was real and empty… I felt nothing, but hopelessness until all these familiar feelings were brutally interrupted by the elegance of that big brown strobile which was intact in my pocket….

August 13, 2010 Posted by | Incredible Stories | 2 Comments