Kiss of life.
There was light..up above..beyond the sky, the stars, even the soalr system...there was nothing and yet an infinite Univers of energy and posibilities.
One day, at one side of the Tropics a young man, a wonderer that never settled and a gorgeous woman who was afraid to feel or make herself noticed, had a magic moment of giving themselves as the greatest gift to the other...and they let life create thru them.
Almost in the same time two good friends, a man that was strong like steel and untouchable like the mountain top (on the outside layer) and a woman that was so gentle and mothering but still stronger than a lioness, decided to go on the same road for this life...and life was given to them also.
Wonder what`s magical in this stories...and i cand only say that it`s so magical the fact that I`m here today to put it through words.
Two mirror couples that never met each other in real life, just signed a contract up in that infinite nothing to meet somehow.
They grew up, adults - and that the worst thing cause then you forget everything and more important why are you here on this Earth.
So inconsciusly they started to prepare life for the moment in which they`d colide somehow. `Cause they knew how much they have in common.
Both men are strong physically, the pole of the family, with a close connection to the mother figure. Both charmers with no hope for whoever crossed their roads when younsters. Both play the role of tough, inflexible person that never makes compromises, but they are masters in compromising mostly themselves by doing things they do not feel comfortable in doing, just to please people and make others like them. Both kept the wild, childish, playing side of themselves, but so scared that they will be mocked or considered less of that they make a fun of themselves before others do.
And the women...both strong personalities, with a very strong connection to their family and roots, but lionesses when it comes to protect or provide for the family they built. Those women are the motherly type, that know how to stay in the shadow of a charmer and see him and make him feel as a wonderful god everytime, but also how to stay behind the scared child underneath the Goliath clothing and catch him everytime it seems he falls.
The ivory castle
Life meant - on one side of the ocean - the birth of a girl...
And a girl was born...everybody knew from the start that she at least very stubborn and decides to live this life on Earth, cause she was born despite the odds, the wishes of the family or even the prediction of the doctors. Born at soon as Independence Day started but with the umbilical cord wrapped around 3 times (twice around her neck and once around her body). She carried lots of gifts but also lots of fears, mask, events and stones..from past lives and from her family`s inheritance.
She choose one path until the age of five. Pretty cute, with curly hair, laughing all the time but with deep dark eyes that no one could get into. She was ahead of most kids her age – talking at a very early age, walking faster than most kids and being more independent than her parents were ready to accept.
They didn`t tell her about the fact that she was conceived before their marriage, but she asked „How old is a kid when it comes out from the womb?” and „I come from mom`s skin and dad`s skin but I`m mostly made of dad`s”. They were struck by it, considered it a joke...but they didn`t suspect at that time why.
Then when she was five her grandfather died. A wonderful soul that finished his trips on this Earth but had to meet her this time only to give her his passion for people and his never-ending interest in past and seeing beyond the material world. She was only 5 years old when in a late afternoon, with a bloody sunset and with her grandfather`s stories about war in her head she felt for the first time the pain of the souls that died and cannot send their love and insights to the loved ones. The Danube was furious, a deep dirty navy blue torrent of whispers, wishes and life but the girl was calm because then she knew why she was here again. She was the connection between the past and the future of her family and not only...of all the souls that she was going to meet.
Oddly enough the curls disappeared, and from that age on the girl had a straight dark hair to match her black eyes. She started seeing things, people, lights and colors of the souls. Parents thought she had a wild imagination, even making jokes about her fear of „imaginary people”, how she`s with the head in the clouds, always dreaming, inventing things or being too sensitive. Yes maybe she was...definitely she was – crying for the dogs on the street, giving all the money she could have as a kid from grandparents or parents to people in need...being „mom for the wounded” as they called her).
She didn`t feel like she belonged. The family wasn`t prepared to receive her fully. Parent’s very young, different patterns, ideals, goals or social status between the grandparent, and one only common opinion: she came too early, she was the motif for her parent’s marriage and not the joy that fulfils a young couple.
She struggled to fit in. Too much of a tom-boy for her cousin to play with, too much like her father for the grandparents from the mother`s side....just too much. And everybody tried to put her in „her place” by comparing the child with a relative from the other side of the family – especially concerning the not so pleasant features.
She discovered she was good at learning, but even more at observing...so she closed herself in an imaginary ivory tower from which she could take the time to build a strong enough cocoon to protect her from everything, while she read allot.
Mirona, cause that`s her „name” – was „the sorrowful one” that could isolate herself as much as she wanted and needed to see everything around, absorbing information and touching energies quietly, making no fuss. In the meantime she mastered the art of building elaborated masks for herself. At first they didn`t fit very well..So the others considered her a difficult teenager. So she become really good at everything..So that the „mistake” that supposedly „ruined” the bright future of her parents turned out to be the pride of the family. First in class, head of comities everywhere, an official interpreter for an international contest at the age of 14, a published author at 15, a founding member of an ONG at 16...and the story carries on forever.
Mirona was a wonder...she could do by herself everything – physically and mentally. She seemed so independent that people forgot to stop and ask her how she feels...so she stopped allowing herself to feel. She decided to play the role of the ugly duckling..remaining the tough tomboy who managed and solved things for friends, mates and family. The hard shell was a heavy burden to carry but she was so used to feel in on her shoulders that she went along.
Becoming a woman was more interesting...she discovered weapons of submission and controlling that could stir up the envy of many dictators. She never approached too much...just enough to catch the attention and make herself noticed. In her foolishness she thought that in this way she will get rid of the abandonment feeling.
She wasn`t an appearance...no 90-60-90 image of the ideal head-turner...still she managed to be in the spotlight of every crowd she happened to be in. She was a professional problem solver for people around, especially with friends and boyfriends. Taking up a guy and fixing him was her major. But when the fixing was ready she was remaining empty, feeling the need to go on and on, cause there`s always someone in need of “a fix”.
But in her rush to fix souls and keep the unspoken promise to her grandfather she forgot about her Self. And the mask become the person – a hard shell, aggressive, problem solving, never stopping hectic runner from her own but a fine observer of everybody else.
She discovered at an early age that she`s different from the others, cause she saw things others couldn`t. She was witty enough to observe that people got scared when she started lifting things, but even more when she was saying things that “she couldn`t see”. People at first said she was a crazy kid, then when she started telling to her grandfather things from the past of grand grandfather at least the family started to believe in what she was seeing.
Mirona started to play with the energy at the beginning, discovering that`s a very useful weapon to make people notice her but keep them away in the same time…away of the scared kid inside that was so vulnerable and lost.
She started saying things to people who were not prepared to receive what she saw, people that were amazed as if they were attending a freak show…and then she tried to stop..but even the most innocent talk would have turn into a revealing story about the person in front of her.
But then….far away from the real world in which she knew how to pull the strings of the puppet she mastered to turn herself into…guided as always by the moon…she had the biggest surprise of her life…some one else could see into her like she was a canvas in a exclusivist gallery with only one visitor.
