Love. Wisdom. Generosity…
Feel. Experiment. Dream. Just Be.
It is here and today where there are no boundaries between the chimeric and the so-called real, the so-called tangible. And who are we to be the arbitrators of life? How can someone really arbitrate when we are part of the arbitration? Imagination is life. Imagination is reality. And so inti-magic is what is yet to be explored. And so, inti-magic is the power of creation, the creation, and rediscovery of new and ancient worlds.
He is not an ordinary vampire. In fact, he only drinks blood when he is excited. And not just any blood. He smells emotions in the blood of the ones he loves. Yes, he has fangs, but they only show when…
Though, he had been alive for quite some time, nobody could really get too close to him. He was mysterious. His beard was sexy like the rugged men from the 60s. No doubt he was an old-fashioned soul living in a modern technological world. She had heard someone call his name once. Who knows how long he had lived? Who knows where this sexy phenomenon comes from? Who knows if this was his permanent residence or he was simply passing by… Was he, is he a so-called snowbird or a rat of the desert? Was he born a vampire, or did he becomes one? One thing was clear; he hunted emotions. He smelled emotions…in the blood. He was hungry for them. He was thirsty. But she was not sure what kind of emotions. And though he was lovely from afar, she was not sure if he even had a real heart. She had once seen him jump from the canoe to the land and the floor moved and created a giant crack. A tree fell down. I saw him covered this up. She had once seen him upset… and lightings were visible around him. Is he… dangerous? He could really be or not. Ever since he is always careful. I have seen him give life to flowers. He is a bear. With the energy of the moon… moving through his veins… anything is possible…
I have seen him talk to the storks and the blue jays that come down the mountains. He enjoys watching them. She was not even sure if blood ran through his body or if he even had a pulse. She did not know if he was a cold-blooded vampire or a hot-blooded vampire. Who cares…I know I do. Funny… He is indeed intriguing. She did not know anything but what she could only observe from afar. The idea of approaching him was out of the question… at least not for now. What reason could she give him? Inside she was melting to talk to him.
His face, she could not identify. He lived near the lagoon of the emotions. He was a vampire of the desert. His scent was unforgettable. She enjoyed hiking the mountains of the desert, and she wished he could hike with her. All mornings she enjoyed bathing herself with the rays of the sun. I am sure he had seen her. The sun was the closest to the love of her life. The lion of the sun had recently visited her in one of her dreams. Dreams are extensions of our persona. Dreams are extensions of ourselves. Dreams are a way to expand our imaginal powers. She had learned that dreams are a form of communication. She had learned that he was not going to reincarnate as an animal or as a mineral or as a vegetable or a celestial being or as a hungry ghost or as a human anytime soon. It is up to him. He is not ready to be back. The woman of the macaws had made it clear. He is having fun where he is.
He had placed his hand on her forehead, and she felt loved and hugged like never before. The palm on her head was radiating. She had tasted the rays of the technological realms of wisdom. She had found other magical creatures in the past like Doko Spirit, but this one was mesmerizing. She had found other magical creatures in the past like the owl woman and the crow woman of the southwest, and the laughing coyote, and the girl of the deer, and the walking trees, and the troll sisters, but this one was different. It is as if a shadow followed him and covered his tracks. She could never see his face. She could never see… He was transparent and like the wind he would move, he would glide among the mist of the crepuscule. She could never see his eyes. His green translucent body is all she could talk about. And under the moon he would rest on his canoe. He would put his hands on his head, and all she wanted to do was to kiss his sexy armpit. She used to close her eyes and she would imagine licking his body slowly, going around his ears and slowly biting his left side of his neck. His neck would turn red. All she wanted to do was to put her face and her breast against his rugged beard. All she wanted was to kiss him slowly… and to bite his neck for she was truly a SHABABU inside. She dreamt of his beard caressing her silky skin…She dreamt herself as a vampire going after his strong neck…kissing his neck…licking slowly his neck…being one with him under the rays of the full moon.
His biceps were huge. No shirt. The hairs on his chest made her tremble. She could see his Greek body from afar. Her hands would go everywhere. She did not have control of her body. He glowed green like a firefly in the obscurity of the night. It was clear that he needed to absorb the rays of the moon to keep himself young and beautiful… or so that’s what she thought. He had been a football player. She had never spoken to him. He was strong and tall like a pine tree. She had never heard his voice. He hunted emotions… and that was clear. He was a creative rebel of the night. But the days with no moon were sad. He would not come out. The days with no stars were even worst. He would be gone. Sometimes she would not see him for days. Time seemed to slow down. The days were much longer. She always wondered if he had seen her. I am sure he had. The sun did not bother him, but the absence of the moon used to drive him wild. His true nature would be revealed. For him a day with no moon was a summer with no sun. He truly knew what it was to experience sadness in the spring.
She was a goddess; her aunt had made it clear. Her aunt, the siren-horse-woman was a magical creature too. “The magic runs in our blood,” she whispered. “But what about grandma?” I asked. “What about my dad?” “They are magical too in their own ways…I learned this when I when to visit my witch friend in the old world. I learned a lot about magic in the soil. The power of the goddess is in you. Don’t forget. It is never too late to discover the magic within. Remember, pass it along. Don’t forget, you pass it along.”
The day the love of her life left the earth is the day she began to believe even more in the solar sirens of the earth, shapeshifters, the ancient spirits of the oceans, vampires, the shark woman, and magical creatures all around. She will always remember the cold and rainy days of April when she had to learn to live again all on her own. She felt like a flower on ice. She felt cold. She felt empty. She felt and still feels like she can now be gone from this world happy with a smile on her face. She had learned what unconditional love truly is. The man of the moon had polished her and left the best version of herself prior to departing to the temple of the sacred technologies. The violins are crying inside her. She will never be the same.
Each step she takes is a tear she in the name of melancholy. She missed him. She can’t stop the film of all their timeless memories. How can she continue to live among the melancholia, the low spirits, the sadness, the desolation?
She feels gloomy. She thinks, she feels a lot…
She is a writer of worlds. She is a writer in the universe experiencing auto-destruction. No doubt the virus is mental. So mental it controls.
They had been studying magical creatures together for years. It seems that he wanted her to continue in the path of discovering more mythical beings…but she never expected to come across a vampire that enjoyed bathing himself with the silvery rays of the moon or to even write about the mechanical elves that are now his mentors in the fifth dimension. The love of her life and the vampire of emotions were very similar. Could it be that he had passed away and the power of Divina Eternity brought him back to her in the form of a peculiar being, a vampire of emotions? But that could not be. He had chosen not to come to earth… as of now. Nothing was certain but one thing was clear: Anything was…anything is possible. And prior to passing to the other realm, they had talked about finding each other. It was only about the movement of the stars because where there is love, there is life. It was clear that the rays of the moon soothed him. It was clear from afar that the connection of his body with the moon was and continues to be extraordinary…
She really wanted to meet him. She really wanted to feel those strong arms around her. She just wanted him to take her in his canoe directly to the center moon so they both could bathe together…naked…hugging each other…loving each other among the rays of the silver rays. She just wanted to feel his strong hands like when they use to take those long road trips. All she ever wanted was to feel his strong hands caressing her head. She wanted to be whole again. Being around the vampire of emotions would make her legs tremble and her body quiver. Their dreams would connect. They were intense. But the main form of communication that he wanted to establish was not only through the woman of the macaws. She knew. She had said it. He had chosen her as the first vessel three days before his departure because of her heart. He had chosen her because he had become her protector in her healing sessions. His mission was to create a cybernetic machine of communication so he could communicate directly with the love of his life, and she was the one to deliver the message. He wanted to work together. He left awake.
After he departed the earth, Las Santas Almas had given him wings of doves so he could find the mechanical elves that he once met as a child. He was going to need them. When he told me, I did not understand but now it is clearer than ever. He was right all along. The mechanical elves have the answers to his dreams. He is now a creator of worlds. He is not what I think he is. He is powerful. He is infinite. And so, he flew inside and outside the fabric of space. He looked and looked with the help of the solar serpents. They knew who he was. They were waiting for him to guide him. He knows the mechanical elves have the answers. They were in the sacred temple of technology…
Blipping in and out of consciousness. He had seen through the wheel of life and death. He had seen the wheel of ignorance. Though the Mechanical Elves had visited him as a child, back then when he told me it was hard to believe it. But now it all makes sense. He is with them. He had been chosen. And how could he not be a chosen one of the Mechanical Elves? He is a walking library of Alexandria. And it was only a matter of time for them to communicate. He had learned the secrets of consciousness. They had both seen it. They had died together under the medicine of the earth. Always together. In life and in death. Forever and always in and out of worlds.
He had finally seen through the illusion. He had finally seen through the hallucination, the one we always talked about. He had seen through the linguistic constructs of his ancestors. He was no longer trapped. He had gotten out of the metaphor. He had seen the mystery of consciousness. He is simply on the other side of the spectrum of life waiting for me to arrive…
Illustrations/Artwork: Gigi
Inspired by Medicine Woman Ale Padilla
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” – Albert Einstein
#DivinaEternity
Leave a Comment