Magic, Psychic Services, My Writing Endeavors, And More
The snail gave its full consent for this picture! 🙂
What kind of flower is that? Does anybody know?
They produce oil from the plants covering this golden field 😀
Delicate Moon apparition:
Sun is shining on me through the branches:
They either hold candles or don’t like me, I have no idea which one is right 😀
After the rain 🙂
Thank you for sharing this walk with me 🙂
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On my journey to improve my drawing skills through regular practice 🙂
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You can contact me via leomoria93@outlook.com
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.
Continue reading “False Memories (Part 2)”
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.
Continue reading “False Memories (Part 1)”
My husband and I traveled to the Czech Republic. I don’t remember the reason, but probably because of vacation plans, but I recall getting through Poland, especially southern one, and through the mountains. In the South people gathered crops, there were a lot of yellow hues, and the sun rays, but instead of cheering up this color gave me a feeling of pressure, of something piercing, hot and neon-acid in its qualities. People also were not really pleasant and observed us with contempt.
Everything changed as soon as we crossed the border though, not only did the atmosphere become nicer, but also the gothic mysteries were calling me from the far. Somehow I knew that I’m here because I’m looking for magic books/grimoires – the Czech Republic was the center of magic and alchemy once, wasn’t it?
We drove further and further, until in one village surrounded by forest and Slavic myths we found the rest. The middle-aged couple took us under their roof, and while our hostess was making us the tea, her husband offered to guide us to Prague and then to the library, where I would find the books that suit my taste. Our guide had a funny mustache, 80-s style, and he wore a straw hat. He was very knowledgeable, and I remember that he said: “Czech Republic is exactly like Poland but the other way round” .
We arrived in Prague quite soon. I remember that we really were walking through its streets, but it is a muffled memory. I don’t know what happened to the trip to the library, because I woke up.
As always: I’m just a beginner, but I’m trying 😀
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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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