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False Memories (Part 2)

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DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination

And all of a sudden, the alarm went off. I was so astonished I sat up straight in an instant, looking around with incredulity: I was home! Could it all have been just a vivid nightmare then? Somehow, I seriously doubted that. I didn’t remember going to sleep; quite the opposite, I could perfectly recall every bitter detail of yesterday’s quarrel. I sneezed – exactly. I also had no doubts that I was drenched by rain while parading the night streets in shorts and unzipped. Still, I was in my bed, in pajamas, my yesterday’s clothes hanging on the chairs’ back. 

In addition to all that, I got a splitting headache. The light – even this murky tender morning light which happens only right before dawn – seemed to be dazzling. I was completely disoriented. I stood up with a moan, and the whole world became blurred and shaky. Besides, my feet were still in pain. I sat down again.

The light was a problem here; I knew that it somehow affected the way I feel, so I decided to pull down the curtains and think. My eyesight was distorted; I couldn’t look directly at any object: my headache immediately returned magnified one thousand times. So I closed my eyes and started retracing yesterday’s walk, or rather my escape from home. 

First and foremost – we quarreled. Two adult sisters living together is… hm, a challenging task. If only we had enough money and the place we could go we’d leave each other immediately. But as for now, we had neither choice, nor sources. 

We were so different: She and I. Martha was brave and charismatic, always the center of attention. The awareness of that made Her addicted to the admiration of the crowd. My Sister spent all Her time on social media, impressing the public with retouched selfies and generated quotes, forgetting that these were fabricated lies that had little to do with her real self.

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False Memories (Part 1)

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination

I guess it all began the moment I slammed the door loudly, causing the tiny rivers and streams of stone dust and chalk to run down onto the floor. I quickly scrutinized the tiny crevices and cracks around the doorframe – eternal remnants of my mood swings and our bitter quarrels… I ran down the steps diving into the silver moonlight that stole all the colors of this world except for black and white… 

I could discern the catlike silhouettes in the silver slits of windows. All the voices from different flats were mixed and united in one preaching chorus, and all the graffities and scribbles that casually adorned the staircase during the day now were turned into magical patterns and figures. Like cavemen, we continue on and on to mark our achievements, wishes and feelings, etching them deep into the wall.

The entrance door swung open, welcoming the wet, damp wind to fill the darkness. A few rare cool drops of rain fell on my face, mingling and mixing with tears, calming me, reviving and suddenly filling everything with a sense of hope again. I went out, looking up at the sky and breathing deeply, trying to regain composure. My jacket was unzipped carelessly, my strides were long and bold… It was an attempt to become one with the wind, one with the coming storm, to cast off all formalities, reject the laws of physics, and fly over the earth in elemental fury.

A burning array of yellow windows was outlined brightly against the gray carcasses of the buildings, almost indiscernible in the surrounding darkness… I wish I could say the same about the drunken crowd of people, who were shouting and cursing loudly, while checking out the surroundings with an immense hunger for destruction. So I halted for a moment, praying to become invisible. 

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Funeral of the Sun (daily prompt – favorite season)

I like the decadent, mysteriously farewell atmosphere of autumn. The Sun is dying and in order to say goodbye it fires up the leaves with its golden, still warm rays and scatters them everywhere – like pieces of jewelry, like ancient treasure torn in the tiny bits and thrown around. It is a Royal funeral. Later the season of rains begins. The trees are bare and gnarled, their branches are the hag’s hands stretching out to the skies and casting the curses in the fit of frenzy. Leaves are mixed with the sludge, but the smell of autumn, the naked trees outlined against the sky, the completely drenched with water trees are catching lightnings with their naked hag hands, scratching the sky. You feel the magic electrifying everything. You sense the atmosphere of unfathomable, unconceivable darkness, and you completely and fully believe that the gates to the different worlds open these days, you are but to follow.

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Harvest and decay

It is full of symbols so yes, it has sense 😀

The golden leaves, still rare, 
But beware: 
Of bittersweet nostalgia’s soft steps
And depths
Of memories and losses, 
False prognosis. 
They sing about diamonds and rust 
Which you’ll receive at last. 
My memories, alas, 
Bring rather dust and ashes. 
But with the ashes you can feed new life 
It’s always so: you only learn new lesson 
If the results of all YOUR faulty actions 
Make YOU fall, suffer, ache until YOU die, 
And still you’ll rise in resurrection. 
You’ll never learn from books, without redemption… 
The leaves are falling like the specs of gold, 
The rays of evening sun from tales which won’t be told… 
I feel regret and yet enormous longing 
For yet unfound beauty or perfection 
In all its ashen ancient passion 
Filled with the festivals of harvest and decay. 
I may reach out and become the forest witch, 
And dwell the carcasses of long dead buildings - stay! 
Dance with me, Autumn, in the gilded rays… 
I know, my hands are shaking: thus I pay 
For calmness and the sanity of mind, 
But wait! 
I see a great red moon up in the sky 
And it’s a dragon’s figure or it might 
Be any other beast. 
And woman sits among the yellow leaves, 
As if she’s dressed in Sun 
With flowers in her hair. 
The fruits are ripe - beware, beware! 
And finally I’m done 
With my plain autumn rumination 
In search of fleeting inspiration.

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September reading (five books monthly)

Autumn is a time to study, to slow down, to reflect on something, to cough loudly, to embrace the sadness and the beauty of the season, to listen to the wail of the windy, mesmerizing patter of rain and… To read 🙂 By the way, I personally was spending last week just as descibed. I also wrapped myself in blanket, hugged my cat and lit the candles 😀 Also there was a great reading “revolution” in my life… But you will find the details at the end of this post.
I also decided to write a little bit on several books, because my first review written in this blog was somewhat looong and complicated. I like complicated things 😉 But no one except me does 😀

From this page

“Powrót z Gwiazd” – Stanisław Lem // Return from the Stars by Stanisław Lem

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The Chestnuts of Celestial Time (Part two)

The first part is here 🙂

Or rather The Seashells of Celestial Time 😉

I live not far away from the sea shore so the seashells are as common here as the chestnuts, nonetheless, there is more to it. The chestnut symbolizes growth, development, connection to the earth and the sky or between the earth and the sky (tree grows up to the sky). And, as everything in nature does, they are connected to cycles of life: nut-sapling-tree (which then abides the four seasons’ cycle and also gives new fruits) – death – new life (as young trees surrounding an old one, or a fruit/nut). Seashells connect us to the sea or ocean, something which is connected to eternity, oneness, source of life, and also dreams, imagination, emotions, mystery – as we usually see mainly the surface of the water when we see it from far or without taking a closer look.

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The Chestnuts of Celestial Time (Part One)

The second part is here 🙂

The Chestnuts of Celestial Time is an artistic experiment and my little invention that was spontaneous, curious and was a source of great joy. I wanted to do something of this kind for a long time already. This set of chestnuts was my first attempt to create my own divination tool and I was really amused by the result which was partly inspired by saying “you can tell one’s fortune using literally everything”, obviously by runes and, to be completely honest, by long-termed wish to make my own card deck.
So, one autumn day I picked about fifteen chestnuts and brought them home. I decided to use them somehow: for decoration purposes for example, but then it had been quite a challenging period for me, so these chestnuts stayed with us during the winter. As the spring had begun I suddenly felt a great amount of inspiration, and decided to make my own chestnut oracle. Part of it was created on the basis of my dreams and I simply came up with the rest on my own. By the way, those seashells surrounding the chestnuts are also a part of this Oracle. And yes, I said fifteen, but five chestnuts mysteriously disappeared. I have not a slightest idea of how and why, perhaps it was meant to be so 😀

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Persephone

Autumn solemnly came back to reign in its kingdom,
Gilded leaves covered and buried the withering flowers.
Strikingly beautiful, living in sorrow and sinking...
Dreams, constant traps, deathly fears… You're counting hours.
Anticipating the future, you are like frozen, 
Previous cycle is finished, the deeds of past will repeat,
No blinks of sun, no more joy, but you have been chosen.
Now you should wait for abduction, for a desperate pit.
Being removed from above, hidden deeply in darkness,
You are not able to breathe, seems, you'll never escape,
Where're you lost, blooming Kore, captured, buried in madness,
You'll become one with this World, step by step, day by day.
But time will pass, Persephone, and the gates will be open,
Ices of Lethe will be melted, new life will begin,
Then, getting rid of all fears and having new hope,
You will awake and exclaim: let’s enjoy the new Spring!



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Magic

We are all children, lost, forgotten,
Embraced and lost in gilded autumn,
Of our lives.
We’re not so young in terms of age,
But youthful flame of newborn rage, 
Burns us and thrives.

We search for mission, acceptation,
For an escape from desperation,
And so we are.
Our stars are rising, magic whispers,
Truths and the mysteries of wisdom…
Doors are ajar.

You should just try, and don’t you cry,
Be brave, take risks, and don’t deny...
Isn’t it better?
Than mourning, grayness, forced existence,
The hollowness and the cold distance…
Does it all matter?
And you know?

My face is wrinkled... just a bit,
But it's my heart that is lit
With strong belief in magic.
And as a phoenix I shall rise,
And find my path to paradise,
The only place with no disguise…

The tears are running from my eyes.
There is no mere compromise.
I am an adult, should be wise…
…
Though I will still idealize the Universe.
Forever searching, never finding magic doors.

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