Green eyes are looking at me. I see love in them, surprise, admiration. The eyes become bigger and I feel sleepy. They are pulling me somewhere far. I see the mountain tops with a lot of snow.
The try to stay awake and continue to look at the person with green eyes. His face starts to change, it's turning light grey with lines, many dark grey lines. He is smiling and looking back, almost like he can see the mountains.I am being hypnotized against love for someone. May be I am waiting for negative words, but no, I hear words about love. The voice is getting softer. I know he is smiling and the eyes are looking at me. I glo far, somewhere is a big ocean. And the ocean coast is straight, line of white short mountain. I see a clear sphere on the mountain. Then a dance part, music. A woman in short blue dress is dancing. She is looking at me, but her face is not human. I see sharp teeth and she is looking weird. There are people, like people.
White veil gently moved near me. Seems like someone ran by in white wedding dress. It brought me in the bright room. A woman is standing in front of me. She is happy, and happily talking to women that dressed like her. I see her first. They are laughing and talking about something. I walk close to her. She looks around, thinks for few seconds, then talks again. She is tall, wearing tight black suit, like black cream. Dark black tattoo triangles on both of her cheeks and the forehead and head, she has no hair. I don't see tattoos on another women. They look weird. Only the woman with the tattoos looks like a young woman.
Someone enters the room. This is a woman and she is wearing crown. Everyone bows down infront of her except the woman with the tattoos. Her face. It's half human and half some kind of animals. It's decided at the middle.
Small purple lights wake me up. From the darkness I see big screen like TV. On the screen I see many suns, blue sky and orange surcles. The screen is getting smaller as if I walking closer to it, and then a green hand, with long fingers is touching it and smoothly moving from the top to down. Then I see the night sky with stars, but I see it like it's in a frame.
I felt the touch, and like air, wind was like flying up through the trees, and I could see the leaves. There were big leaves, like from the movies about live millions of years ago. Then I saw a brick wall, long wall with small white bricks. I opened my eyes when the wall was getting longer and longer. I could see the lines from the bricks when I opened the eyes, they shined in the darknessof the room.
I wake up. I see small room, table, TV, shelf with books.
Now, the room was shining. The blinds were open, it seemed like, and the walls had sparkling creamy shine, light beige with thousands of tiny crystals in it. It reminded the snake skin from one of the movies.
The green eyes looked at me again, now trying to find something in my eyes, they looked focusing. And then he smiled, put his hand on my head, then on myshoulder and told me to go.
It was my second hypnotizis. First was against smoking, drinking and drugs. I tried to see if it was working, didn't feel anything.
I left the room, and whent to the kitchen. An old woman was sitting at the table, watching white parrot with green line on the tail walking on it.
About an hour ago the door bell was ringing. I was thinking, why did it ring at the first place, because people who come here, they all have keys.
The bell didn't stop and I went to open the door.
A white marble statue was standing in front of me. I looked at it very clearly. White marble with thin lines, shiny. The round white face, curly hair, up from the face with defined curles at the front, the white eyes.
The statue said something and walked in the door. At that time, I was just standing there and thinking it was the light from the window in the hallway.
"My dear!",- the old woman said loudly, - "Come, drink tea with us!".
The statue didn't look anywhere. For some reason there was a white parrot with it. The parrot was all white, with feathers exactly the color of the statue and the green vertical line on the tail.
The woman and the statue walked in the different room and closed the door. She said I can play with the parrot. I touched the parrot, he was real, the feathers were crispy and shining.
After few minutes, the woman and the statue returned back. The statue looked like a short man, dressed in clothes that reminded the 1950th fashion. He had white shirt with sleeves turnex up to his elbows and a knitted different color lines fluffy west. His hair were white and he was smiling. All face was pale. "Come," - he touched my hand lightly. And we went to that room. I knew it would be hypnosis and I wanted it myself.
The woman lived in a small apartment building outside of the big city. I would visit her sometimes. She would visit us. And she would bring me books to read. Some of the books I liked, some didn't understand. About few books I had a talk with my family why I was reading it. All I knew, this woman wanted me to belive in what she was believing. And she tried very hard, but something was not connecting. One day she started to talk about different belives. She wanted me become white magician, a healer, take a special oath and study medicine. She became excited about it. We were walking on the street, in the evening from the shop and all she would do, is tell stories, how it was hundreds of years ago. and you wouldn't understand about the time, thinking it was a week ago for example. All was new and now. And I took an oath.
I took oath and became white magician. I was almost a child, thinking that I am an adult. There were two things I didn't expect. First, I stopped having feelings that people have, such us feelings for feelings of people, didn't feel it that much and I started to feel resistance to the dark side. The woman was visiting us one day, and I could see her pinkish teeth, her smile, something else, the eyes, couldn't read or look at books she was bringing me. My best friend too, her grandmother was doing something too, probably love spells. After a while, they both asked me, what was wrong, I explained. The best friend family moved somewhere, their old women houses were turned into apartment building later. And the woman stopped visiting us. We would met, still, but not a lot. I was in the high school, we were on the market picking fish, she wanted special dinner. After an hour at one place, touching all the fish, some one called as "Zidovki", a bad word, like bad"Judas". We already were waking away from the fish stand. She looked at me, her eyes lighted up, brighten, like eyes of an old person turned into eyes of a child. I've seen those looks. She was very happy, she gave money, could buy a lot clothes. Few people she knew, she met on the street, and she was telling it to all of them. They all smiled, got hyper, touched my cheeks, my head, exited.
I was working in a bank, and messed up some papers, with one customer. In the evening the accountant found the mistake and told me to go the customer and fix the paper, because in the morning the mistake would be filed in the fild and I would have meeting with manager. I went to the customer. It's was already dark, outside of the city too, where I never been. Only was me and the moon. No idea where to go except what I thought. I made one step and didn't feel anything under my foot. It was all very fast, few seconds. In the first second there were shining rays, like you are taking video directly looking at the Sun. Then I saw a figure, white and bubbly, in had lether brown clothes and small twisted leather bracelets on the hands. It gave me one bracelet. I could see it. And I heard name. Then I felt the ground with both my feet.
The dragon.
I heard a story about this dragon, one and only, the one who brought gold and crown to King Solomon. I was a child back then too, at first. I was told to close my eyes, and look inside. In few stories I was told to do this by the person telling the story. I close my eyes, looking far, and there was some kind of green circle on the wall. Then I saw this creature, turned sideways, I could see only one side, nose and sone fur or feathers. Then the story started to turn into European folk stories. And the dragon started to turn his head, and his eyes were getting bigger with very surprised look. He looked like almost a bird, kind of green, like autumn grass, yellow, dark like green, the same color eyes, with brown in it. His eyes were bright open, as he was listening and again, surprising too.
The woman was still visiting us, but not that often and she was talking only to me now. Out of every one, she would only talk to me and my grandmother anyway,
and it was giving tensions, why would she want to talk sicretly to a child. When I grew up, it was more. The immigration to a different country came in to conversation. The woman was afraid of the war. She was living through the war herself and was afraid of war. May be getting older, she started, we thought, loosing their mind a bit. Thats all she talked about. I only seen her and another old lady. They sent us a card about family party, I was in school in older grades and was exited about it. My grandmother too. We prepared a lot for the party. In the apartment we went, there were only old pictures of people all around the table we set, with a cake on ot. And two old women. At the end, after stories, and looking at the pictures, and them singing, I started to cry. How they both looked at me, if love was a brick, it would be a house right there. Then, we went home, quietly, thinking for long time. I got a gift, a new lether jacket, very cool. In my school I was only one with new lether jacket. The conversation about the immigration and war were coming every time. One day, it was our last we had seen each other. I agreed. I moved to a big city, getting a job and studying a bit of English.
It was not only one reason to move, was something else. Before I wasthinking something, how my life would be if I stayed in my city. What job would I have, how would I live, but I moved and went with the new things.
I was working at the supermarket close to the university, and was able study almost every day with the few evening classes. And when there were no classes, me and my girlfriends, coworkers, were going out. Going even to the opera house, theaters were we would fall asleep ag the middle, and mostly to some one's house. One night we were sleeping on the floor at the friend's house, I was looking at the window, at the one star on the dark blue sky and noticed a shadow slowly moved from one corner to another. Then, at work, I noticed few shadows too. Any magician knows, it's some kind of message. In older days, ancient, it was the way of fast communication.
A man looked at me smiling, how people say from ear to ear. I was at the cash register and he was in front of me. I gave him a smiling look too, but really I wasn't interested, forgot about him. Then he came again, and again, smiling. The shadows disappeared, I was in the good mood, because of that too. He asked me out, pick me after work. Every time he would walk me to the bus stop and we would talk. I thought he was archeologist or studying history, thats all he talked about. And then we walked to my house, I asked if he wants something to eat, he said no. "Show me your city, the one you were talking about." We decided to met at the train station and go to my city. At the road to the house, in the city, he just stopped, like stiped on the road and said, I have to go somewhere and went back to the train station and left. I thought it was very weird, and didn't see him for a while. He came back to the store, asked me to visit him this time. It wasn't his own apartment, I could feel it. A woman was serving the table, put everything and left. He touched my hand and I went into some kind of bright spinning circle of history. I had seen places that had no apartment buildings, and people used horses. I saw a party at fancy house. Servants were bringing trays with fruits. I saw a young woman in light creamy clothes, her tan, her shape. Three men were sitting in robs infront of authitorium.
"Help me!", - the man I was having dinner with woke me up from this dream. He started to talk fast, almost screaming about himself. Then calmed down, opened his wallet. There were seems thousands of our money and American dollars.
"It it all yours,"- he said,-"do what I asking".
I tried to do what he wanted. We would meet, still, I know he would like to see everything fast. But I couldn't. He met me after work, it was nice evening. We were walking at the empty street and he touched my hand.
Four shining lights, some kind of lines, bright yellow, I could see the beginning stood, jumped, in front of me and him. He pulled his hand back, looking at me rigt in the eyes, said sorry and left. It was yellow curtain between us, made out of light.
Years went by, I immigrated to another company. When I said yes, it was fast, in less than a year I was living over the ocean. Then years went by again.
That night I was in the car with my child father and we were arguing back and forth. It was a black out, no electricity in certain places and we were driving on the dark empty road. From all the arguing, the car went the different way, and I was looking around and there's nothing I would know. It was raining too. I turned the cd player on. Then the light went to my face and the loud voice in said "Don't !" I looked at the sign, the light was above it. It was a sign of the Synagogue. Pictures came to my mind, like video. I was looking at a young man laughing, he had brown clothes, black hair, smooth face with no beard, smoth ligh tan skin. King Solomon came to my mind. There were other men with him, sitting on what looks like construction site, big pile of sand, wood, some men were eating. They were talking about something very funny and laughing. Then the picture changed. Everything was plum color and dark. A woman was sitting on the floor, a girl was sleeping on her lap. The woman was looking at the small window. Outside wad plum, dark purple too. She had cloth tighted to her wrist and the sleeping girl had it too. Someone was quietly talking, whispering. The woman was looking at the window all the time. She didn't have any fear, she was waiting. Different picture again, a slim built man, shy and delicate, in white clothes walking with roll of paper. Zerubbabel. Then a room, Boaz and Ruth. Boaz is reading paper in front of her and she is under some decorated little bit see-through fabric. And I thought, how much I forgot everything except what I doing right now.
So I had an epic ride home watching Biblical pictures and movies as if someone put a screen in front of me and made me to watch. My child father was talking on one side, something else was talking, making all kind of sounds at another side. I suspected there were powers attached to all the white magicians and the Biblical channel infront. And it was a long ride, from one city to another. I started to see, later I would think about it again and try to see again. I was looking at Rachel. She wad washing clothes outside of a tent. She happily smiled, bright, young and definition of bubbly personality.
A man is playing on the floor with two boys, probably close to five years old, the second one is younger, has yellow straw hair. They both are all over their father, almost on his head. The father is trying to spin them, and lift them up a bit. A woman in light pink and soft violet dress is watching them, she is sitting on the floor further. Her hair are covered with the almost the same color fabric, little darker. She is softly, dreamingly thinking about something, slyly smiling, still thinking. The boy with yellow hair runs to her and touches her face, smiles and runs back jumping on his father. She has the same color hair, like this boy, yellow. She is smiling again, and her look and everything is dreamy shy. Her face is soft and tan with light ping golden colors.The father lifts up one of the boys in the air, then another and they pretending they are flying birds.
I got home, thinking about it for a week. On the weekend I picked up my son from his grandparents were he was living for the week, there were no kindergarten available. We went to book store and the first book I opened was a book about the Second World war. I opened it on the page about Russian women living during the war. Warmers, soldiers, all women. Next Monday someone wrote me on Facebook, we started to talk. I was talking a lot, started to talk about the past, history and soon I realized, this is not just a person, this is may be spiritual person closely connected to something more then what people can do. I started to think about magic, what it is, what I forgot in the different country. He was black magician and it pushed my knowledge up. I tried to impress, see the reaction, it was fun, started practice more and mire. I wrote a little book about my story and send it to Christian publisher. They accept it at first, because it needed a lot of editing. After a while they called me again telling, it will be free, but has to be only about Christianity. And I couldn't do it, because I knew already, half is not coming from Christianity.
