You have on invitation to journey far into the future to see the Earth the Ghost from the past
I have created for you to view, the most magnificent tropical jungle where trees reach unimaginable height, yet far bellow way down where suns long fingers never reaches ground is bathed in shimmering golden green light.
Here in this wondrous place where everything grows in abundance and the plants every un- imaginable and imaginable forms presented, the only rivalry among them is who can exude brilliance and outshine it’s neighbor by become more beautiful.
The exuding fragrance of flowers intermingling with the deep heady scent of earth and foliage, here where every color of the rainbow is presented in exotic exquisite flower forms and as one views this magical forest the intoxicating fragrances lull one into peace as the boundaries fall away and
One melts into, becomes one with the forest.
The Shimmering mist: the life-force supports this creation and holds it up in the Universe only for a moment in time.
As the mist settles on every leaf on every flower they become paved with trembling tiny drops water and with that each tiny droplet becomes source of light.
In this settling mist as the droplets grow and they envelope each other and role united toward the center of the leafs and in the grooves of the petals and at the tips they gather and grow into huge drops becoming the reflection of the surrounding, a mirrored image, miniature living jungle lighten from within.
The droplets vibrate tremble, shimmer spackle and glow as they hang there by silent wish a sigh, and when they finally gathered in, they fall in slow motion, the huge drops of shimmering diamonds as they reach bellow and hit the ground the collision creates explosion and the diamond drop becomes a thousand and that newly created glimmer part of the rainbow mist, once more.
Here, in the forest on the moss covered trunks flowers grow from the base up to great height and as you look around you can see that every tree trunk becomes garden in self, a vertical delight!
And in the air on thin roots from the branches high above orchids and myriad of ferns hang suspended and the flowers glow in crimsons, yellows, pinks and blues, in every shade they shimmer, tremble in the shafts of light from above, they become the living lanterns, living light.
And among the great giants myriad iridescent brilliant feathred birds flash fly and their jeweled coloring add the finishing touch to the already magical sight.
Here is the forest of boundless abundance, the wealth beauty, created by magic: and this magic is the fabric of the creator, her very soul.
In this creation where everything and everyone sings their own song:the butterflies float about like jewels and in wake of their flight sparkling ribbons of light left which becomes path of rainbow light.
The songs of the birds pour forth trill every hearth and the songs are the fabric which hold this magical place, renders it complete and given its life.
Part of this Great Forest on its eastern side is a clearing and there is a house, small, but in loveliness equals every butterfly and song of the Nightingale, whose silver voice fills the twilight.
The walls of the house fashioned out of un-hewed fallen logs were the mosses are growing in brilliant shade of emeralds and among the emerald clumps tufts tiny white stars glow, flowers, orchids hang there in clumps they too exhibited the beauty, rivalry is present in abundance and of course among the mosses live tiny critters glow in their unique way.
At the base of the structure where lovely tall ferns grow and among these ferns made home for self a family of ruby snakes and they are pure delight:We are in Paradise!
The red slate roof color is of the poppy, a beacon in the field of greenery, but here no one is lost.
On this open narrow terrain only grass grows, no more, since nothing more is needed, it’s created for one purpose only it is a gathering place.
This lovely strip of open land here the grasses grow tall and silky, extends front of the Great Forest from far North and flows to the South where its merges with the mist of unknown.
But to the east of this wide lovely emerald grass covered land is a huge crevice where the land ended and nothingness has taken its place not really nothingness but one can not see the other side or know the debt its debt and far as we knew for us who lived here this side could have been end of the world as what we nave known and it was end for us.
One could not see the bottom of the crevice if there was one, since was flooded with purple-pink-silvery misty light..
The mist moves, heaves continually, rolling back and forth, a living entity and We all believed that it was,
As we seat about, Sometimes we imagine we are hearing sounds from bellow, giggling bubbling sounds floats in the air, up high, they hang there suspended than the bubbles bursts into thousands little lights.
The myriad of tiny light floats toward us a gift from below, the sparkles are, have become fireflies!!
But never, never once who live in the mist bellow has come up to here where we are on the plains of the emerald green grass!
Each evening I come to the edge where the seat awaits here I take my place and look to the east toward the sun before it would disappear taken by the dark.
Not that the sunset could hold so much beauty that I have to come and admire its presence each eve, but a magical phenomenal draws me here, a sigh from the past.
As I sit here and as I am waiting for the past, slowly the occupants of the Great Forest come too and joins the night watch. We are all old friend here, from way back from the long gone, since were once too, part of that past.
The first one the Python, she come in silence.
She puts her head over my shoulder, snorts and tickles my face with her tongue, than settles by my seat her head on my lap. I stroke her head, my finger traces a marking in brilliant yellow which she wears like a crown a triangle, the Mark of Wisdom.
Her scales are the color, most beautiful sapphire, translucent blue, it is that since she knows it is my favorite color, and she willed it so to be. Her underside scales are pale color pink edged with white but her eyes! They intrigue, capture, her eyes are living fiery gold, they are two Comets and why not, this is the land of magic and were there aren’t any concepts, no concepts of size!
Tanaja, sound her name awakens memories of the ancients, the past.
Than next arrives, the sound first, the trumpeting of the great White Elephant the earth trembles as he takes his first step out of the forest. He sounds the trumpet each time before he changed his body to Theta and approaches in silence, his foot as he walks do not bend, trample the grass.
Tip of his huge trunk gently touches my face as he greets me, I do the same to in return, caress his invisible skin with my hand and we so deeply love.
For fun he blows into my hair, by I know now the hair do looks very much like the orangutans who sit in the front row dangling his feet into the silver-pink mist and he giggles since the bubbles tickles tip of his nose as he sneezes petals of flowers float about, that is his ability.
The elephant sits on my right, to the far side, on his hunches, eyes forward to the end, the other side, facing the mystery which will come, will be front of us.
Others come too, Monkeys in troves, Leopards and on old male Lion. He has lost his body way back, same as us, but it is fun to muck up the regalia of the past.
Beautiful Black Panther, his fur so sleek and gleaming, he lays down on my right and rest his head on my foot. On his chest he wears a making in white, a Circle, representing the Circle of Life.
Flocks of Birds appear from the depth of the Forest, they all come and greet, bow to everyone and happily settle, seat on everything and on every one!
New arrivals, large yellow flock of beautiful winged critters settle on Tanaja long outstretched body, their long tail feathers covers, hang down to the ground and flutter in the breeze, these sitting birds appear like speck of jewel in sapphire light. Tanaja winks at me and lets out a happy sigh, a feather Boa I ask?
Suddenly the air above becomes full from unseen life; the Fairies too have come to share the evening gathering and its delights. . as each one settles on the end of one grass, Dew is born; each Fairy becomes dew drop a twinkling diamond light.
The long necked Giraffe comes for last, with a great sense of humor, before his body appears he blows hot air toward us and air filled with dust of iridescent sparkling bubbling humor which covers everything, the dust is not only of beauty but it is made of joy, units every sound, and souls, we are one.
After all settles, we wait in silence. From nowhere, from the darkness of the past, just before the sun will set and there is still some light, passes front of our distant sun a huge planet, has come out of the mist, from the great far.
The Planet passes front of the sun and just above far side of the great divide, we hold our breath for a moment, since we could hear the echo from the past, the crashing the collisions, the rolling thundering resonances.
Those sounds have long past died, the ghostly image now wrapped in the cloak of silence.
As the Planet slowly passes front of the sun and here on the other side by the great divide, we now are sitting in the shadows of dyeing brilliance in the faded light.
The Planet we see is not real, but a Ghost, only on image, Fable of the Planet Earth, by that name was once known.
Was, now, no more, but shimmering particles of mist and dust of those who have died and as ghost, have become unknown?
As the Ghost image moves, revolving showing all her sides in silence, we could see, were the waters lived once now, of iridescent crevices filled sapphire and turquoises dust blues.
The great expanses which were land once, so long ago now the colors of deep topazes mixed with crushed black diamond powder, lays dead and silent.
Pale golden airy light dances where once the great sand dunes flowed, Sahara, in legend told: each grain of sand was born out of tears, that was the reason was barren and forlorn, unsettled because of the never ending grief.
The Ghost turned slowly showing her every side, diamond dust swirled on the snow-capped mountains and where once great fertile valleys now, shimmering emerald mist rolled. . .
As we sit here in the quiet, we can could see through this wonder and see the vogue color of the red setting sun yonder, on the other side.
And we sit in quiet and realize our past.
From the translucent mist of the Ghosts, from the depth of the Great Planet we can hear it, still there, the yearning, to be, the needs, and the cries, the desperations of unfulfilled wants from the past.
Slowly the Ghostly vision passes front of the setting sun and disappears back into the invisible, out of our sight and takes our last rays from us.
As the last remaining rays of light soaked up by the incoming velvet
Endless space opens up and we as ghosts too melt, become part of the Magical Star Studded Indigo Night.
I am what you are.