The Mystery And The Myth

“There were giants in the earth in those days and when the sons of god came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children, the same became mighty men, which were of old, men of renown”

Genesis, chapter 6, verse 4

The Mayans and Incans of South America believed that there was a race of giants existed on earth before the great flood, so did many other ancient civilizations, some took them for gods, other made life like models of them from stone and even wrote about them in their history, the Greeks and romans told stories of blood falling from Olympus and landing on the lap of the goddess Gaia who gave birth to the titans a race of fearful giants that destroyed anything in their way but what seemed to amaze me is the fact that all those different civilizations documented the same known entity.

My mother always told me stories from the Quran, and I remember her telling me that people who lived in the time of Adam and Eve were gigantic and huge! It never occurred to me they were classified as giants because I always thought of giants as a fairytale mythical creatures that only existed in books and the human imagination.   As I grew older I started to read more about those mysterious giants of the old age and I came across many legends and ancient biblical texts but there was one that amazed me and it was the legend of the Saiduka people.   

Lovelock Nevada isn’t just a dead end that exists in the middle of the Nevada desert, it was a great archeological site. In 1912 miners reported some strange findings in the cave, it was of mummified mummies that are believed to be the legendary Saiduka people that lived in that area around 2000 years ago. According to the Paiute Native American Indians they were a race of cannibal red haired giants, the Paiute’s people were at war with those mysterious beings. The story goes that the Saiduka tribe attacked and ate the Paiute people then a fearless group of brave warriors locked the giants up in a cave and burned them. This story was also mentioned in the writings of Sarah Winnemucca Hopkins a Native American activist.

Unfortunately the miners destroyed most of the artifacts and mummies before reporting the findings to the authorities, what survived from the ruins was also destroyed later on and all that’s left from the truth is a bunch of photos and newspaper clippings that dated back in the time of the finding. For it lacking enough evidence doesn’t stop me for believing that this is quite in fact a remarkable discovery and that giants really did exist, as for the positive and negative features of this discovery for one thing it proves that ancient text did carry some truth to it and that it’s a worldly encyclopedia in which the ancients recorded many things that might have been true but then again there are allot of farfetched documentation that challenges the scientific odds    

Mother Goblin

Dear diary it has come to me that the authority have placed me outside for no apparent reason, this is my first night walking around in a vast litter box it feels so good, but then again why am I outside? Could it be that they forgot about me or is that people of this world are cruel and heartless, or is it that they fear me attacking another fluffy chick. Either way I shall stand post and sing the song of my people that echo’s the infinite Meyaw of an everlasting agony.

Dear diary tonight is my 3^rd night outside, it amuses me to walk around and watch the stars twinkle in the darkness of the night, but lately something else caught my attention, an amazing aroma that makes the juices in my body vibrate on a note to that I’m still on a curious scale to what’s causing this aroma.

Dear diary today is my 4^th night and oh my god I met someone long dark and handsome, this other feline tom has asked my hand in marriage and I told that hunk of fur yes, I cold feel my tears of joy running down my whiskers I finally found my one true love the one who will impregnate me my 10^th litter of kittens and yes I’m so happy and looking forward to this new life of mine.

Dear diary it has come to my attention that my husband’s aroma is quite different from the one I have smelled two weeks ago I wonder what tom cat made that sweet aroma of the gods, as funny as it sounds I lost interest in my husband for some kind of unknown reason. Does that make me a bad being for loosing interest? Assuming I haven’t compromised with my fate yet.

Dear diary today the authority decided to lock me away inside because they found our love marks on my neck, is this my punishment for not informing them about my relationship.  I’m just so confused now, at least I wont have to put up with the verbal abuse that I go through on a daily basis, I also found the mysterious tomcat behind that outlandish aroma. There was a twinkling spark between us the moment we locked eyes. Now I’m all locked up and completely bedazzled by this mysterious stranger. I feel the authorities are taunting me by actually putting me in a cell with an invisible shield they call a window.

Dear diary its day 40 in solitude, two weeks ago I managed to escape and met with My husband it wasn’t great it was actually terrible, my significant other turned his back on me and stroked his paws on my face for the first time, its bad enough that I had to put up with the verbal abuse but this was beyond tolerable. As the first tear dribbled down my whiskers mysterious showed up and just like that with the power given to him he stroked my villain and disappeared into the night, dragging with him the dispelled entity that used to be my husband. Today I realized my stomach is growing larger, the villain is destroyed but my hero is long gone. I stand-alone by the invisible shield not knowing the fate that awaits me.

Dear diary today is day 99, I had three beautiful healthy kittens, the authority are pampering me with food and unconditional love, I feel loved and appreciated I know I have to be strong for my litter I shall be their mother and their fathers, they have grown up allot my mini model citizens of this cosmic universe. I am still waiting for Mr. mysterious to show up, actually would deeply love to thank him someday for giving me my self-respect and courage to believe in myself again, he is truly declared a hero in my world, I wish him all well wherever he is.

Yellow eyes in the garden

The soft breeze blew her whitish gray fur to the side creating an infinite wave. A figure laying motionless under the warmth of the sun, so peaceful yet mischievous. Her purr was as soothing as a children’s lullaby, as if taking her to a more tranquil parallel universe. The clicking noise of the camera interrupted the serenity in the air and simultaneously her yellow amber eyes swung open and that peaceful moment of time turned to fragments of the past as she charged full force curious on what was the source of that sound.

It was from that moment on I decided to capture my Pixie but holly Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious it was hard, so I called out for backup hoping for the kitten to stay still. One by one my six siblings started coming out of the bat cave or so Moi calls it. Curious on why their elder sister called them out? confusion strikes the jolly Brady bunch, and I saw that, but the look on my face said it all. As soon as they noticed, the mini photo-shoot shifted to a family BBQ outing and it got imbedded into each and every one of us as the most awesomest day in history.

Building House

Many movements shaped the designs in the upcoming years of the 20^th century, among those movements was the Bauhaus art.

Walter Gropius followed his utopia and founded the Bauhaus institution of art around 1919. Gropius was not alone in his utopian aspiration there were others who joined in molding a new generation of artists. The basic principle of the Bauhaus was creating art in anyway and with anything, this new art shifted in a completely different direction from traditional artistic methods. Students learned to create art literally nothing much was demonstrated on paper, crafting skills are thought by craftsmen and esthetic inspiration was by artists, new and cheap materials were used, machines assisted designs were crafted, color theory, basic shapes and architecture were also part of the Bauhaus curriculum.

Opposite to art nouveau Bauhaus art never related to nature in any way possible they were more of expressions of the human emotion and how we felt, abstract drawings is a prime example of that.

Later as this movement flourished the designs became attainable to the common majority of people, easy and practical items for everyday use. The workers and students started mass-producing their designs to the public in large numbers with an affordable price. The face of the 20^th century was designed molded and displayed at the Bauhaus, a movement that left its print in the world.

The allure of the new age

 












On the edge of the 19^th century the modern movement flourished greatly. And life as we know it was gradually changing into a more globally united opened society. With that change a new rebellious art movement was born called “ Art Nouveau ’’.

Art Nouveau’s popularity submerged in Paris around (1890-1910) this style defined modern art by challenging and rebelling against traditional art in creating beauty in a time filled with grotesque and UGLY.

The style is mostly consisted of swirly decorative organic lines, and the main focus in the portrait is the demonstrated female, which somehow is portrayed in a seductive manner. It is a representation of nature, sensuality and sex.

Art nouveau also known to be inspired from a mid 17^th century Japanese art called “Ukiyo-e” which means “picture of the floating world”.

The major known veterans of art nouveau won their creative freedom after this particular art became popular in the Parisian region and was demonstrated in the  "La Maison Moderne’s" gallery. The chez artists Alphonse Mucha shocked art scholars with his unique sense of artistic choice and many artists grew fond of his style and got inspired to spread this décor in everything including architecture across the region of Europe.

This style shapes our modern world in many ways. From cartoon creations, architecture, fashion, to even furniture it was a grate movement that defined the new age.

Myrsina

 

Summer rain drops its final farewell, winter knocks from a distance

young souls hold the everlasting sacred bond. hopeful dreams of tomorrow fill their world with a child that slowly grows.

but winter only fulfilled one part of the agreement  ..  skin as white as snow and hair as black as col and cheeks as red as blood was the young child of theirs, as a soul departures to the other side another is incarnated giving a glimmer of joy but heavy load of loss.

seven winters passed and her other half remarried a dreadful female with dreadful daughters of sin, greed and envy was masked behind magical beauty .. a beauty so rare but deceitful.

Asking the sun who's the fairest of them all, but as the days goes by the child reflects infinite surreal beauty and the sun beamed down on the fairest of all.

envy grew thick, and trickery was placed with greed of who's the fairest of them all.

The Troll King

 Many undefined phenomena’s turns our simple human imagination loose, simply because the unseen plays an important role in our beliefs about almost everything.

In dreams the human brain functions in a realistic manner, a perfect example of such is a painting drawn by John Henry Fuseli around 1871-1872 named  “The Nightmare”.

Fuseli, a Swiss born artist who lived most of his life in England, was the iconic genius of his time. In the late 18^th century most artists were influenced by a style called “Romanticism”. This style was widely known among legendary artists at that time.

When we wonder, on what does Romanticism mean? Our brain immediately thinks of “Love”. But if we actually took a closer look and reviewed the basic concept of Romanticism we would actually find out that it really explores the imaginative inner realms of the mind, a human point of view in expressing words like, I feel, I think, I act, I live, I am an individual, my life is my own, freedom, love, the sense of creating the unseen world of books, tales, sayings and legends.

In “The Nightmare“ Fuseli created an unseen supernatural threat, which astonished us as the

“Incubus”.  
 This all came from European folklore.
( An Incubus is a devious creature of the night,

 a demon known to surmount or lay upon helpless women in their sleep and conduct in sexual activities with them.

The disturbing cold look on the Incubus’s face haunted its viewer and gave an infamous reputation that speaks for itself. The symbolism is as clear as it can get. It displayed an occurring nightmare of a sleeping woman. the room seem effected with a soft concentration of light. This style in painting is called Chiaroscuro, and it literally means “Light-Dark”.

Many Artists use the style “Chiaroscuro” in their painting technique; it’s when they illuminate a dark area, like painting a lit candle in a dark room. The mix of dark and bright colors smartly gives an illusion of a light source.

Then there’s a crazed mare lurking from behind the curtains, and that itself wasn’t a random use of canvas space. If we actually took a closer look on the origins of the word nightmare we would find out that it actually means “An evil spirit that suffocates sleepers”.  Fuseli showed a cryptic message of some sort. To explain more take the symbol of a drawn eye, a heart and the letter U, what does that look like? It clearly shows the symbol and the formation of the sentence “I love you”. In Fuseli’s painting The nightmare it does exactly that, the atmosphere seems dark and at night time, the mare is there just like the “I love you” sentence, and for Fuseli he wanted to symbolize the night-mare. 

There was also a vile of what seemed to be some kind of medication. Back at that time people were extremely superstitious, and some strongly believed that if women didn’t have any children their most likely to have lost their mind and gone insane.  In order to calm those women down doctors prescribe a dangerous hallucinogenic drug called Optisulin. The drug did calm women down, but with terrible side effects that mostly lead to death and some serious cases of addictions.

 The whole theme represents an intense sexual sight.

Another theory about the message art scholars debated about this painting is that the sleeping woman is Anna Landolt. Anna was Fuseli’s lover, they were deeply in love and Fuseli planned to ask her hand in marriage, sadly Anna’s father did not agree and they were forced to leave each other. Heart broken Fuseli created this masterpiece out of frustration, Fuseli then was reincarnated within the Incubus in the painting. The painting represented an erotic aspect of lost love and the pain Fuseli faced on a daily biases knowing she was never his.

We as soul beings of this planet love to explore the infinite imaginative realm of dreams and unexplained fantasies. Being allured to this beautiful yet disturbing iconic image is only natural.

 After all it does really tap into pages of our brain that only our wildest dreams managed to show.

Sisters to the Grogons

Cannibalism

The Draconian

He who walks the path of the righteous , he who holds the dragons heart and it is he who shall rule the unspoken land of the wicked.

he brings hope but death will always follow knocking on the crimson doorway of Hades, and life will weep tears of remorse as light becomes a mere shadow of yesterdays dislocated soul.

he was the chosen the marked dragon the draconian , with cold undesirable eyes that bewitched the desperate innocent, bringer of peace he is not but pandemonium chaos he shall fulfill.

an eye for an eye , as the sinner walks amongst us , a clash of swords on the tip of an iceberg ready to collide ready to morn ready to unreveal the seals.
"And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.  And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer."  Thus all we await all that were  living for , as the reason minds obsession  allures to wanting more, the inevitable truth screams from within the subconscious, shining the forsaken ray and acknowledging the divine draconian.

Jabberwocky

Shivering in deepest red to the edge of dreams , tears of tomorrow only lingers within the path to decay, Alice is lost and the allure of rotten flesh only seems prevalent for the time being , Chehire cat's face is covered is  dessicated blood and caterpillars swarm around white rabbit like maggots devouring on a still corps .. as Alice reads through the looking glass,

" Twas bryllyg, and ye slythy toves

Did gyre and gymble in ye wabe:

All mimsy were ye borogoves;

And ye mome raths outgrabe."

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy

a flawless smile creeps up the unimaginable fate that stole a child's innocence , erased existence cruel intentions , flames so dark sight beyond them is just overly vivid , even though the incredible    wound eats away the swine , even though fate can't completely hold back thoughts that dwell within the darkness and sharpest of blades can't save this spirit solitude awaits .. when stars outspread the night time watch as Alice slowly falls down with frozen features as silence is the bringer of the Jabberwocky .   

 

       

The trasformation of Odine

   Simple living and innocent being is
what i was seeing,
peaceful swan was my wan,
one bad day all it takes
for the journey from white to black.
The surrounding evil at its excruciating will.

Dark was overtaking the white king,
when thorns of black wings bring,
red tears wear the new me,
few days all it take for the transition.

Devil's double was exhibiting.
extracting the color from dark lor,
stronger it became.

Killing every extract of the white swan,
spread its wings,
ready to be the king of everything,
poisoning the fellow being
viciating, creating and retaliating later...

The ghost of love

Give birth, oh sweet maiden of death .. don't wait for another to stand your ground. Give birth to Lucifer's feelings within you , and kill loneliness as it cries in a dark forgotten grave, give birth and squeeze down the unborn that gave you sorrow and forget about the pain of feelings ... close your eye in complete bliss for who loved you shall always return .. to be in constant need to remind them your existence is another pathetic excuse to begin with  ... oh my maiden of death to what extent are you naive? to what extent will you lead this never ending torment? to what extent will love still strive in your veins? ...    

(My Euphoria) Red september 3

So maybe I'm a masochist, but i always knew someday my bloody desire will lead up to trouble. It was a fine day while i walked by the river quite a warm afternoon. I've already massacred the first 4 victims and was feeling satisfied so far, watching the river flow soothed my minds as the image of blood running down that old river is just a beautiful image I've pictured a thousand times. While i was wondering and daydreaming , i saw an unfamiliar sight at this time of day , mostly the river side is empty and deserted by this time , but here i am staring at a not so familiar gorgeous face. I froze as i met the gaze of this beautiful stranger , his eyes so mezmorising dark and saw rite thru me , i think i was having a hard time breathing , could it be my silly feeling creeping up on me again , or is it nerves since no one really notices me as i walk anywhere , all i knew is i was feeling butterfly's in my stomach form just a simple gaze that came from him ... i noticed i was staring as he was saying something couldn't really make out what it was that's being said , as i was too busy trying to balance my clumsy feet at the rocks , and to my bad luck and horrific left feet i was starting to slip .... It was going in slow motion even when i didn't want it to go in slow motion , like my vision suddenly vibrated to another dimension where i saw a simple story flash before my eyes , its beautiful really as i envisioned this ancient priestess princess and her warrior beloved standing together .... The princess arms him with a lance then she places a crest on his helmet , it is blue and gold - a token he will as he defends her honor in her fight. He is proud , his warhorse is a unicorn , his squire a monkey , cavorts at the bridle. She sews a gold symbol on a blue trappings: an armor nothing can penetrate. he holds aloft a lance, then in rides the challenger , a bull on the back of a goat , gauntlet and insult are exchanged , on the bulls shoulders a vulture cackles, the unicorn and rider shiver. a pageant arrives to referee the joust, first a fox trailing a scarlet cape from its neck is led in by a gorilla on a stage outflanked by a rabbit and a hare dancing flag dances. Around the arena thumbs a wildman horn on his head and as in his hand , a wildwoman rides in on the back of a griffen , she waves effigies of men and women , the winter trees are black with rooks, banners in red and gold and blue stream from poles brandished by bears. a trumpet heralds the contest . from one side of the field he spurs the unicorn , from the other the bull snorts at the goat . dead center on a raised dais , the princess sits with her hands on her lap the back of her right hand is in the palm of her left , she has an overview of the contest and the whole grotesque tournament.

Firefly

like a spark one minute its lit the other its gone just like that!! We as soul beings are exactly like a spark, made to visit the world with time being our enemy and friend. We lite the place up to bring beauty warmth joy.  We occasionally start a fire , its an accident really, mostly it portraits an image that dear precious life is only but a dream. In truth there is love and in lies lays deception. the human mind is a beautiful machine powered by thoughts, memories and people that enter your life to imprint part of their soul within you. Live life! don't be a stranger but be one with mother earth as she gives you life for it is her that shelter you feeds you, isn't that a functional mother in your point of view ? or is it cause u never felt her presence or noticed her? it might be that u think of her so rarely.... Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, and here on earth come emulating fireflies, that thought they never equal stars in size, and they were never really stars at heart achieve at time a very star like start. only, of course they cant sustain the part.

Red september 2: Murder in the dark

The murderer may or may not hide the person they just killed ! in my case i knew someone else was to take the blame so i didn't bother hiding her. Its like this dark intuition that planed everything ahead and knew whats going to happen even before it happened. Yes, in a sense it felt so liberating to be capable of exploring taboo. But then again it was the start of a day i believed i no longer walk amongst the human kind and what i am became lost in the abyss of this person that I've  become. i wasn't walking home i was levitating from all the numbness and gruesome images I've endured. the depraved and sad life i once lived is no longer existing I've already took the number 1 step to salvation all that's left is for me to continue walking the path of a dead soul. i remember wondering , what if i didn't do what i did would i still feel this amazing? or would I've gone doing the same old boring routine i do every single day for the rest of my life? can i ever meet this person that i stole this life style from or what i did will end up unfound and forever hunt  me? Questions seemed to invade my brain and the answers are extremely simple, for it is lost in the depths of the unknown. all i know this is the new dawn of a new me ready to start a fresh new beginning as someone who will forever be remembered as the silent white coated monster who murders in the dark.

Life's Candle

 Life:-

"Turn her over a candle is lit i see thru her blow it out and save all her ashes for me. Curse me Ive sold her when theirs a  poison that runs its course thru her. She has pale whit skin with strawberry gashes allover. he watch me fault her and said your living like a disaster then she said kill me faster i have strawberry gashes allover!
Called her over and asked her if she was improving she said feels fine its wonderful wonderful here. Hex me Ive told her that i dremt of a devil that knew her as i lay quiet waiting for her voice to say something. She said somethings you loose and somethings u just give away. scold me Ive failed her if only i had held on tighter to her pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me way from me. he watched me loose her its almost like loosing myself  i said give her my soul and let them take somebody else get away from me"

 


To some life is a mystery and death is an unwanted enemy! to others life is a stranger passing by and death is an old friend you haven't seen in while. The point is every human has a different view on how this trail works. eventually humans surrender their known present self to a higher existence that a few understand. theirs an issue humans doesn't want to admit to themselves , and that's life as we know it is only a few amount of years it could be even less then the money we spend in a day! 
then why is it that humans think they will live forever and actually never think of death but, from one moment to the next, nobody knows what will happen. A person could be alive and well one moment and dead the next, this shows the value of life and the uncertainties of death. Death is "the grate unknown" and that's why its intimidating to the point of obsession. 
As a matter of fact it so happens to be Its the only time where theirs no discrimination no conflict no hatred between one another. We all will lay 6 feet underground all will have our remains scattered all will turned to bones or ashes all will become one with earth and all will rise from that same earth in one day to meet with our fate. we are all going to die simple as that so it is very equal to some extent , death will happen to all of gods creation however the question is can we live properly? Properly as in living life and enjoying life, a balance between your soul and mind and body. Most get sucked in by their surroundings and thoughts eventually loosing their focus in what their instincts believe in.
"I am determined to live" should be a motto to go by and the fact that simple words mostly always hold a grate meaning. so lets keep it stress free and simple continue to live and be happy its what really matters doesn't it ?

Red September part 1

The year this story takes place is the year nearly everything happened to me. it was the year i moved from the city to a backward god forsaken town!! for my parent to drag me all the way to nowhere well its certainly NOT a dream come true !! It was the year where my father discovered an itch that later became cancer and soon took all his hair and his life away . It was a year a serial killer wearing a white suit roamed the country side  leaving pretty young girls dead in the corn fields but mostly it was the year i tried to be someone else and went insanely  head over heels for love. i don't know whether it was a fantasy or a never ending nightmare it seemed like the whole world was about to end. in the beginning i didn't see any of this in my future i just crossed an x on my calender and suddenly i was this new girl in a new town that no one noticed. i don't know why the idea came to me when it did but i instantly knew it would make life more interesting . Don't we all wanna be somebody different sometimes? someone smarter, sexier and bolder then we really are? or maybe it was just that i looked in the mirror and saw someone who's just as sad and lonely as me. Its like i have so much love to give but no one to give it to, or maybe i just went a little crazy. For a while there it seemed like craziness is in the air we where all just breathing it in . standing there in the middle of the forest all the life suddenly went out of me and i was demoted from hero to victim but with that shift of responsibility came a grate peace that im finally where i belong. distant but close to paradise , closer then i can ever knowingly admit to myself . Yes that was the day i fell in love with the murderous ego inside of me. The day where i slowly discovered that little girls insides , the day i cut open my first victim .....

About the pink alien bunny

Intro:
You all wonder who on earth or what on earth is a pink alien bunny ?!!
Its no ordinary bunny! its the most foul , cruel , bad-tempered rodent you human can ever set your eyes on! Its small , its fluffy , its adorable And if you get on her bad side your death will be painful but swift .
related but distant from our all average household bundle of cuteness this particular kind of hybrid monster is far more dangerous then it looks !! Its known for its thick pink fur, sweet quiet looks 10 inches in height with droopy ears. Her plan? well its quite simple!! to take over the known human world ... 

Hidden from the known human eye disguised as one of the people. This mastermind survives on sugar and sugar only , due to the fact it was her home planet's only resource of energy. Her home planet? well wonder less its the moon we all know and love!! Since Neil Armstrong was the first human landing on the moons surface, the pink alien bunny is the first extraterrestrial egg to be sneaked into a space shuttle and now living here on earth. Note the fact shes the last of her Extinct breed. who sneaked her in? well that's a mystery still unsolved .... 
As for the reason she speaks her mind out on this blog, well its as simple as a bee attracted to a flower !! Given the fact shes had 23 years of human contact shes a well known expert to how those creatures function in her point of view. So without further a do my dear reader welcome to this opened portal of this twisted creatures mind .