Vision 1

It would be complicated to write down all what I've been through the last couple of days...it is something that lies very deep within the soul...in the midst of a broken heart...there are no words to describe...but...as I like to use other tools (music, images) as well to share my secret world with my readers...I decided to give it a try, and hand over a bit more role to those tools for helping me make those hearts that read my words fly away to the places where I have been...

I'd like you to go to the following link:
http://www.google.hu/imgres?q=autumn&hl=en&sa=X&biw=1280&bih=604&tbm=isch&prmd=ivns&tbnid=arpkKsDAiY9G3M:&imgrefurl=http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32858998/&docid=z_iqzcZfxUZnLM&w=800&h=600&ei=gZZSTq7SEJLN4QTVkuytBw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=771&vpy=322&dur=487&hovh=125&hovw=192&tx=158&ty=78&page=5&tbnh=125&tbnw=192&start=65&ndsp=16&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:65
Yeah it is a bit long..but there you should find a picture...of an autumn road, with leaves, red like the blood.

Then I'd like you to turn on the following music (Fever Ray: Keep the streets empty for me):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWFb5z3kUSQ  don't look at the video...I'd like to use the music to take you somewhere I'm keen on showing...

Now ..when you have the music, and the picture, just listen...and imagine...

A girl.....in the middle of the autumn road..wearing a long robe...that is dark red like the blood...it is in harmony with the leaves around her she melts into the forest as she stands there in the middle of this blazing hallway...she wears a hood on her head...it hides her eyes...you may only see her snow white skin...thick red lips, partly open as she inhales the autumn air....pale face...and some reckless hair...the colour of ripe chestnut...she is standing there in the middle of the road...motionless...as the red leaves are falling...all over her...you can only see her back, you have no idea what she is thinking about, but there is something mystical in the air around her, in the way she is standing there..you feel that she is unapproachable..you don't want to tame or bother her..you'd only wish to look at her, to get close to her..to let her take you away.....you suspect, that.she  is of a rare kind, someone who, if she wanted could take you to far away universes, who would be able to show you a piece of heaven on Earth...who could let you get lost in her magic, if she found you worthy of letting you get close enough... she is an inimitable combination of a witch, an angel, and a playful girl.......she starts to walk slowly as the wind wakes up, and shakes the trees to give their summer memories to her in the form of their leaves...there is nothing around her, only her blood red rope floating after her as she goes deeper and deeper in the red brown tunnel....she has walked miles...from the security and warmth of the village..she is like an outcast....she was exiled, because she was different, if someone looked into her eyes, he/she could see the reflection of his/her true self..and that's not something people would always want to confront..they are better of with the picture created of themselves in their head..but in the eyes of this girl their very soul was shown to them....to avoid people needing to look deeper into themselves she needs to wear the hood, preventing her to look at anyone on her way.....and after all that is why she needed to flee to the bosom of nature, where there is time for everything...where there is so much beauty and love exhaled through the pores of the soil, the trees, where there is trust...and emotions can be shown..no tactics, no plays..just feelings..deep feelings, trust...no tricks..no masks..just beauty in all forms, sounds and tastes....she is not sure where she's going to...but she is going away...deep into the comforting red purple world of the forest....she knows that this is the time when things get ripe..her favourite season the fall...time for harvesting...time for colouring before giving way to the kingdom of the icy whiteness..she feels like she is invisible..she walks softly, her legs are not bounded by weight, it is as if she is stepping on pillows, while a rattling sound, from the shivering leaves accompanies her ...as she walks on, the first light snowflakes appear on her cloak...she is not in the forest any more, but on the plateau going towards the mountain top...in the vastness of snow covered fields, her red blood figure stands out...she cannot feel the cold, she keeps on walking, until reaching...what? she does not know...she just needs to go on...to explore, to take in, to inhale, smell and melt..into what is around her...melt, and at the same time stand out...she does not even recognize...but little flowers appear along her footsteps..a fragranted meadow makes her stop for a while..the buzzing of bees, the liveliness of the forest makes her remember that it is the time of rebirth..nature has completed a cycle again, and after the stillness of the winter, spring has brought with itself the joy, the merry days she almost forgot...she spent so much time with her travel she was so lost in her dreams and memories...she stops for a while, folds her hood back and looks up....her blue eyes are the perfect reflection of the undisturbed, fresh spring sky...her hair...happy to be freed from the cloak enjoys the caress of the gentle breeze...she decides to sit down and soak in the beauty and joy around her...she stays there for an august night, and marvels at the multitude of brilliant stars shining from above...she looks for the different signs, and happily acknowledges, that she still remembers them...after finding them all, she goes to sleep with a deep sigh, and spends a dreamful night on her bed made of hay......as she wakes up..she find herself on that road again..from where she started...the beginning...when her heart was heavy and she fled...she kneels there...as the red blood leaves keep falling around her and the wind captures the edge of her robe trying his best to steal it from her...  it's autumn..again....her favourite season..and...she is waiting......

This vision played in my head the other day upon lighting a candle, laying down on the carpet, and listening to the above mentioned music..then a perfect image/photo was found (and added to the tale) to help you get a ticket for the ride...hope you enjoyed it...