No explanation needed.
It happens like this.
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel–one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them–even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering–the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.”
Though here is a word of warning–you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me.
That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
Lang Leav – Love&Misadventure
“I worry there is something broken in our generation,
there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.”
― Atticus Poetry,
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If you haven’t heard of the Florence Welch, then you haven’t heard good vocals yet. She is no doubt one of the BEST female singers of our time. Her vocals are indescribable. She is the lead singer of Florence+The Machine.
I study speech and language pathology and vocals (speech and singing) are one of the specialties I have to major in. I was a fan of her way back in the beginning, when they launched their first album ‘Lungs’. But not after I became a student I noticed how actually perfect her vocals are in every detail and aspect. I haven’t had the chance to see her live unfortunately, but have watched all of her live videos. And every single time she performs with the utmost control of her voice. I am eager to know if she had any therapeutic guidance to learn to use her voice like that. Because every time I hear it I can’t get over the perfection. Its undoubtedly that she is incredibly talented, lyrically and musically.
“Cause she’s just like the weather, can’t hold her together/ Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow” Song: Landscape
Florence+the Machine’s music is lyrically art. There isn’t anything like it in the music industry. The way she and her co-songwriter – who is also a part of the band write their music are not some random words put together like the mainstream music we hear nowadays. She is a true muse of our time. If you haven’t heard of them then do yourself a favor and check them out.
I honor those who try
to rid themselves from any lying,
who empty the self
and have only clear being there.
The spring has come, and once again
The sun shines in the sky;
So gently smile the heavens, that
It almost makes me cry,
When blossoms droop and die.
Whether you feel divine or earthly love,
ultimately we’re destined for above.
To capture love whatever words I say
Make me ashamed when love arrives my way,
While explanation sometimes makes things clear
True love through silence one can hear:
The pen would smoothly write the things it knew
But when it came to love it split in two.
— Extracts from “The healing of the sick slave girl”, Rumî.
Unchain yourself, my son, escape its hold!
How long will you remain a slave of gold?
You’ve tried to fit inside a jug the sea-
It only has a day’s capacity:
A greedy eye is never satisfied,
Shells only when content grow pearls inside,
While men whose clothes are ripped to shreds by love
Are cleansed of greed like this to rise above.
Be joyful, love, out sweetest bliss you,
Physician for all kinds of ailments too,
The cure for our conceit and stubborn pride
Like Plato here with Galen*, side by side;
Through love the earthly form soars heavenward,
the mountain dances nimbly like a bird:
Love wants its tale revealed to everyone,
But your heart’s mirror won’t reflect this sun,
Don’t you know why we can’t perceive it here?
Your mirror’s face is rusty– scrape it clear!
Pieces from the poem of Mevlana Cellalledin Rumi- The Masnavi, book one.
*Galen is a well known metapysician known as one of the pioneers of Greek medicine.
Plato was a Greek philosopher and therefore known as a mystic and metapysician.
Chapter 4: Perfume
As we entered the castle I couldn’t help but notice a different scent. It was the most beautiful scent you could imagine, it pulled me in an ocean of music. Electrifying my whole existence.
“My Lady are you alright?”
I snapped out of it immediately as Isa’s voice sharpened my senses. What was that? I think it was calling me.
“Don’t lose your focus.” said mother while she was walking ahead with a head held high. Everyone was watching her, and then their gazes turned to me.
“She is the heir, wasn’t the heir supposed to come on her own?”
“What is the Echluëden doing here? Is there a problem?!”
“Are they challenging The Jahangir?” Whispered someone to the veiled women next to him.- I recognized that language, it was Puriaen. They’re referring to the pure blood as the ruler of the worlds?! Hearing that I actually started to get really nervous, I was supposed to come alone and was glad I dragged mother into this too.
“Don’t let them sense your uneasiness. It will be alright!” A sudden voice reached my ears. It was mother, reaching out to me by Ara. She is right, I have to hold my head high. I am the heir of the Echluëden, I have to let them know to not question me.
Everyone was present, every created species that held power in all the dimensions. Long-lived creatures staring at me and judging me from head to toe. Now I understand why this gathering was so important, it was a chance to give a good and remembered first impression of myself. But now everyone was afraid, of my mother. Because she wasn’t supposed to be here.
Suddenly a huge door opened on the second floor, making a tremendous sound that echoed into the main hall where everyone was standing. Everyone looked up at where the sound was coming from.
“Lady Luciana, what a lovely surprise.” A deep but calm voice was resonating everywhere. Suddenly I sensed a shadow beside me, I turned my head to the left but it was gone. A chill ran down my spine, what was happening?!
Mother turned around and looked at the entrance from where we walked trough a while ago. A tall broad-shouldered man, with a mop of dark almost black hair and heavy defined brows that were offset by a boyish grin stared at me. It was as if he was piercing trough my very own soul. A pair of eyes as the color of the depths of the ocean drew me in. That scent, I remembered this scent.
Everyone stepped aside as he walked towards our direction. Every step he took echoed in the hall, no one dared to make a sound. He didn’t lose his eye contact as he walked closer. Just a couple of steps away from us, he turned to mother. I felt blood running trough me as he walked closer. There was something wrong, definitely something wrong!
He stopped half a step from me and I looked up at him, how is this guy millions of years old?! He, he doesn’t even look old or to say ancient.
“Lord Rahziel, I apologize for the uninvited visit.”
“Don’t be, we have something to discus anyway. May I invite you for a drink?”
Mother gave a nod of approval. She took a step forward and I noticed that Isa wasn’t moving. I hesitated for a second.
“Aelliana, follow me.” Said mother to me by Ara. I followed mother but couldn’t stop staring at this tall figure walking ahead of us. His every step was so elegant and charismatic.
I couldn’t help but notice that his hair had slight waves in it. What was it that made me so infuriated with this person.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable.” said Lord Rahziel as he poured a glass for my mother. His every move was fast and charming.
“I suppose your preference hasn’t changed Lady Luciana.”
Mother nodded with a faint smile as she picked up her glass.
“What can I offer you my Lady? I suppose we haven’t had a proper introduction yet, Rahziel is the name.” Those eyes, staring into mine made me going ecstatic again. I had to keep my focus!
“Aelliana, my name is Aelliana. Its a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine Lady Aelliana.” He gave a dreamy smile, and for an instance I smelled that beautiful perfume again.
He sat down right in front of my mother and I. He crossed his legs while his arms rested on the sides of a large armchair.
“This is a first! Both the Echluëden and her heir visiting my castle at the same time.”
“Lord Rahziel, I suppose you already know the reason of my visit.” Said mother with a sharp and clear voice.
“Yes, my Lady. I am already aware of the issues that has been caused by the warm-ones. I already have send notice to their Lord to resolve it.”
“The Councils have informed me to warn you. If this gets more out of hand I will have to step in.”- She paused for an instance. “Lord Rahziel, and no one wants it to come to that?” Mother looked at Lord Rahziel with eyes I never had seen before. It was a fierce and dominant look, she looked fearless.
“No need to be worried, disturbances like that always happen once in a while. But it resolves its self eventually. If it gets out of hand I will step in and make an end to it personally.”
“The century before a war erupted between the cold and warm-ones and you let it destroy an entire dimension. Don’t let it repeat again.” Said mother.
“I am not responsible for the wars that happen. It was the previous Echluëden’s job to maintain the balance, and she failed to do so.”
“Don’t you dare bring my mother into this. If you did interfered on time it wouldn’t had come to that, and that was YOUR responsibility Lord Rahziel!” Said mother while lifting her voice.
“Now now, no need to keep grudges. I won’t let it repeat again, this time its a different matter. An internal issue, Lord Arvien should be able to resolve it on his own.” Said Lord Rahziel calmly.
“I certainly hope so.” Said mother.