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Movies and dreams – 4

       Burned by miss , dreaming night moments of love, moments when we laughed , edging us out of his hand, on the way lost memories, moments of tenderness, when no reason she dares her hair .... all this and many other memories I didn't let morning the pillow wet with tears

Whole days I tried to remember that what I was saying but then I was too in love with that'll be careful what I learn.

However, in as much as I remember, I realized that my girlfriend could not be destroyed but only I'm stalled somewhere in a place with minimal energy or even with negative energy. So I started searches ....

First I have taken place, quest for libraries and archives, reading, and then I've been looking for people of expertise and I have had discussions with them that lasted until dawn of the day and when they were finished i continued with the others who there was only occult arts .

After months and months of i was already a specialist in search for missing persons only, so I have been asking me to broad sweeps on the field. I had enrolled in a research very dangerous , they had to go in a dark place, directly linked to the what we call hell.

My only help were our rings in which she had transferred his soul .I have built a pendulum with their help and suspended above a too many reaps, too many i looked direction .

I leave  uncertain as to what I going to . May all roads ended in old cemeteries or in former fields of battle of the many battles fought along the time around town

There were places where people had died and they had left with the impression out there , with anger, thoughts of revenge, all sorts of desires that you do not which his memory balked and the moment of death  bitter . I don't even know what to look for , object , grave times being . It seems that a flickered all the time.

I'm going in a off days, the pendulum told me of a graveyard old , there are for hundreds of years, I knew long before because I had done a walk on there , was a former city what found sanctuary at the end of it a and over time 

 that it is a sacred place he had burrowed like moles of death around . Beside the wall city we have identified a grave slats as the pendulum you indicate persistently

  Now I didn't know we have to do so I waited to be night and darkness to take sense places . With much effort , harassing me to raise my grave stone we found below it the most wonderful picture .

Immediately I felt connected with the girl shown in the drawing, even if not like , I knew it to be it. They were between us connections over barriers of matter, time and space .

I've been sitting carefully on the flagstones stone panel and I began the ceremony of return . First I cut his veins in his right hand and with the blood oozing i have drawn a circle of protection around me and instrument panel.

After I'd finished the spoken  I cut his veins and the left hand leaving blood that come straight from the heart to flow over panel .That way I could have a two-dimensional freed from the world where it had been closed, with a sacrifice of blood , Elixir of Life, energy from a heart full of love.Looking at how the two nests of blood flow in the table, its spidering as though there was no longer , even if I had just begun to dizzy all I noticed that the mural began to head deep and I could swear his face as though he had moved.

Exhausted, they haven't had your legs and I have fallen to his knees but still I was careful to keep his hands held out, as his blood oozing to fall all over painting.

Even before I fall , two hands white and delicate they are out of the frame had become empty and m-have supported check using me to lie down bottom.

For a few moments I have lost the attention and when I returned he was beside me endeavoring to me stop my blood . Curious was that it could not do anything like that, her skin it drank each drop .

All around us could hear screams and noise of the storm, there were panel guards which could not penetrate into the circle drawn in blood . He pushed his foot out of the circle empty frame and it has attracted in it the people who captured a loosened their grip and everything was quiet like magic .

I was just the two of us just by looking at us and taking us out of his hand. I could see her eyes full of tears and I wanted to endearment wet cheek but I've got, it was as though I'm lost once the last drops of blood.

When I woke up i was lying in grass on the side of the road lost memories

 I'm not sorry that I had done it seemed supreme sacrifice creature what I loved. . I was even glad that I was able to play. I got up and running happily on the road hope that maybe he will that we can be together again ......

Sin pride ! ( Blog contest)

Created: Thursday, 31. October 2013 Time 0:25. Everyone wants to leave a trace of his passage through life, some choose to have offspring, read more, others choose to do deeds that shall not be forgotten, good deeds or bad, but that talk now, while others need to imperishable trail through artwork. Of the latter I want to do my share, so I started to write a book, what book that is its subject does not matter now, the fact is that I want to stay forever that you think and feel. But while it may continue to be read by as many people so indicated is to be very, very good to have my desired success. Therefore, to achieve this desire, somewhat beyond a normal person, I turned to less conventional sources which libraries and archives digging had learned elsewhere. How and time was propitious juncture that the most powerful energy in the year, I do not choice but to execute what he wrote in a very old parchment photos you intrigued by his story. In short, she could not establish the age of the scientific method is ipregnat several times with blood and at different times. List owners acumdouă made hundreds of years, according to the last holder, ran a couple thousand years. Do not count them for me, I just wanted to be a successful writer, so I gathered the necessary sundown on 31/10/20 ...... I closed my room with express orders not to be disturbed any reason nor between one room, whatever happened. I reached down photocopy the middle of the room, and I drew lines around his text as requested in reciting the incantation. Then I pitched a Penitas I started writing on my skin magic words and signs. Pen tip penetrated deep into leaving meat cuts that blood began to flow. The pain was intense, like I'd patiently skinned but because it was to become the best writer. Before terminsemnele, weakened by pain and loss of blood, I fainted, but it was a loss of consciousness but rather a slip, a leak in which I woke up because the pain caused by wires all that was tied to a chair in front of a table filled with white sheets. I bind all demon grumbled unhappy and angry, pulling wire and supporting a seat back leg until it penetrated my skin and cut the flesh. Writing with pen on skin pain had an appetizer to what now endured. After making sure that I can not move only his right hand, he stuck a tube into a vein end of which terminates in a pen with the pen. The pain that flowed through the tube immediately covered the suffering caused by wires entering the meat, if I pour melted pitch through it. I felt my blood every vessel on fire and the fire gradually included muscles, organs and skin. As if it was not far enough pain, the demon took a saw and started to cut my skull cap. Each movement of the blade increase the suffering I yanked my head that make me feel like a light stroll through me. After the bone cut around, to put sharp claws cut and pulled. I felt the bone snap another explosion of pain as he nearly fainted but a demon inside the palm of my senses returned. I wanted to see and feel how my brain plunging directly into numerous tubes that descend from the ceiling and began to come a viscous black liquid. I immediately felt that I swell and stand to slap like a balloon but as in a dream I heard him telling me - Grab writing! I took my vein connected to the frame and started to fill the sheets in front of me. No matter what I wrote, my head explode writing ideas down on paper with my blood pressure if relieved of pain, and I've been writing increasingly becoming dizzy, until I lost consciousness from lack of blood .. ... When I opened my eyes I was in my room, fell over a lot of paper full of writing, erasures, notations between the lines. I pulled some clothes on, run over coagulated blood that flowed from the words scratched my skin and I went to the computer to transcribe pages filled trance. Never mind that my wife sat beside me with eyes full of tears, that I wonder what's wrong with me, I did a whole day locked in the room, I ignored it completely bent over the keyboard. No not at work I went, I had one thing in mind, to see and understand what I wrote. After two days, during which I slept only a few tens of minutes, and those split with his head on the keyboard, I was surprised to read the first chapter of a novel. It was the most amazing thing I read till then, was fluent style, the subject caught you at the first page, and the characters were excellently portrayed. I immediately wanted more, much more, and without taking into account the family and that there had been three days at work I again closed room full of gratitude that I will be better than all. I reworked the design and incantation after I resumed writing with pen on leather continuation magical words and signs but now the pain had become, it was a cold burn as the body gradually encompassed me until I slipped back to the table full of white sheets . No I have not sobered the chills that shake my body bound with wire and I got the demon hair and lifted my head saying -You lack the blood, you really need blood! I made a victim, you are ready to sacrifice to keep writing? -Yes! I replied without any hesitation, remorse or guilt. My conscience does not exist, all I wanted was the book and its success. The demon pulled a bag beside me struggling human form, took a tube and stuck the victim and the end to put in my mouth said to drink her blood. I pulled strongly and immediately came a wave of blood that I swallowed immediately. There had only two seconds to wait that the need written and published. I took my vein connected to the frame and started bedding down among the paper have not had that drink, or blood in me .... And I woke up in my room, walking in the midst of drawing the chest clutching a stack full of writing and drops of blood. Ignoring all the family begged me to say what I do, take care of me, I copied it into the computer and amazed by the beauty of reading the text of the second chapter. From home I gave out, the family was arguing with me feeling that something was wrong but I shrugged and lock me back into the room asking another demon and another victim. I went so snatch sleeping, eating only when I was on the verge of fainting, waive any communication and when I reached the last chapter I just happened to scribble signs and power to say the incantation. Shipped to my demon, tied to a chair, filled with festering wounds and pain, his voice trembling victim asked what I deserved but nobody was around. In front of me there was an angel of death, wings darker than hell, who untied me and led me to the pile of bags. With trembling hands I opened the first bag and I looked in there was my wife, I went to the next and I opened it I found my son, I went to the next and the next and the next ..... I sacrificed family friends, acquaintances, all that was of any value to me crazy sacrificed my dream to write a book and be the best. Hardened state and private, silent, mount the bags until the death angel took me there and put me back on the table. He plucked a feather from the wing and saw the top of it a drop of blood that left her bare fall on my brain. Immediately I was filled with frenzy and took frame carelessly writing me that he will drain the last drop of blood in my body. When I finished writing and put the final point, my head down on the table and I woke up in my room, but not in body but floating near the ceiling. I looked at my body collapsed in the middle of drawing, clutching at his chest last sheet covered with cuts and bleeding signs, now dry and filled with white worms, crawling, because the house was empty and thick dust and cobwebs covered everything. while I thought that I would be found by someone in a later, and that will take up the book, a whirlwind of fire lighting the began to absorb everything around me and bringing them back into the seat of punishment . Demon tied with barbed wire me this time and began to gather when I felt myself falling through and devour the whole, muscles, organs ... Watched serenely as meat from wire perceptibly heal, only regret was the best book ever brain was destroyed, and this was my punishment, to feel again and again endlessly durerileînfiorătoare ..... by Tonko Alexander

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Jam of green nuts

Choose a soul ...... is collecting by the words and the moment when it is in your palm, it stuns well with other well-crafted words

As long as the soul is dizzy thrill of first love are pricks with a fork all over. Until their senses to the soul, of lime dip. Keep it there until would lime gets better and it will burn the soul.

It investigates occasionally the soul and lubricate whit words conditioner to keep the spark alive as how blossoming love in the soul.

Then again immersed in lime water and kept there until it is almost dead.   When last flicker is ready to go out, remove and rinse the soul with words of endearment as well to ignite the flame of love.

Put a gauze and immerse in boiling water and keep it there until howling the soul's agony points. Remove and cools with other words of love .

Repeat three times. Make sure that the the soul does not die, only to bleed well.

Allow it to cool and comforted him with words of hope that he shall again be confident and then put it into the boiling sugar syrup.

Boil well, and lemon juice added to it sting worse.

Place in a jar to keep, clear syrup will leave to see better constitutions bleeding wounds and a wonderful sight for your collection .......

  Recipe recently applied to me!

By Tonko Alexander

Talking with the Devil

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A few days ago I received a call in which a woman's voice ask me completion of an insurance policy . I do not usually such requests unless I know the person or not recommended by someone I knew but pleasant voice and vocabulary choice I made ​​to step this rule . It mattered location of the building , located in a quiet old neighborhood .

So today , before dark , we arrived at the address indicated . I was in front of a villa built in the early 20th century , well maintained , with tiled roofs . Large windows , original frame had wooden windows were crystal for the last rays of the sun turned into little rainbows reflected from polished edge . I climbed the five steps to the front door, a true work of art of carved oak . There was no need to call when I got to the front door was opened by a valet . Behind the door is a reception hall with staircase climbing upstairs. The valet tells me a door and said :

- Lady waiting for you !

The valet opened the door saloon , revealing my large room furnished in early 20th century . I boldly stepped inside but I started to do only one step remained astonished when I saw the mistress of the house . I wanted to step back but I hit the valet. Strategic remained in the doorway that can not get out .

- Sit down ! Said Mrs. , indicating a armchair in front of the couch .    We have much to discuss!

I could not take my eyes off of his forehead horns . If an exception to them , was a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body , perfect skin , white and smooth as porcelain . Long hair bright white frame a face of an innocent child .

I sat in the armchair and waited politely to start discussion .

- Why do you look me so focused ?

- I expected to feel the smell of sulfur !

He burst into a peal of laughter crystalline after quietly began to speak .

- Forgetting that we are angels .... fallen .... it is true , but still angels . They took them wings but were given the horns . It is the sign holding creative powers because of this powers have been driven away , I wanted to be equal with the Divinity , not subjects Divinity as the other angels . But back to your situation .... you have big debts front of me  I spent a lot of energy for you and must pay the debt .

- I have not signed anything with my blood , like Faust , nor I relied on to ask something .

- Direct ,  did not you ask for anything , not even have you invoked me . But your desire to create stories was so great , that produced a power vacuum that I had to fill . The reason I created the desert of ice for 60 seconds , you just you went there and you describe what you saw and what you felt .

- It's impossible ! I just thought ! I imagined or dreamed , I have not been anywhere !

- You have to remember how many books you read of philosophy ? You still have doubts about this reality ?  How many questions have you had and how many sleepless nights have reflected to the reality of dreams ?

- It's true ! I thought more , I imagined and more , but not intended to create , but just to know , to find out !

- Was enough to trigger processes in the energy level which you did not know , but that does not excuse you , as I said , I had to fill the rift created by you . You do not know the power of thought or energy .

He rose from the couch , immediately got up too , but made ​​a sign with his fingers and an invisible force slammed me back in an armchair holding fixed me there . He walked past me and touched my hand whit the finger , I was shaken by a tremor that electric power but froze as space . I could hear behind me as unwrap and pour some into a glass , the whole room was filled with a wonderful fragrance , flowers , fruits , herbs , all mixed though it felt as if each . He appeared again beside me with a glass in his hand and sat on the arm of the chair provocatively . He took a sip of the ruby liquid that fills the cup and ran his fingers over my forehead like a caress making me shake me and because of icy shivers .

- You have two options to pay the debt ! One , would be to take your soul now , and second , to pay part of the debt by working with me ! You choose !

- I have work for you !

He took a sip of the ruby liquid , and then went the glass at my lips giving me drink too .

I was invaded by fruit flavor and sweetness , like it was juice but have less alcohol and who appeared to be wine . She let me just take a sip .

- Do you like it ? In the old days it was called ambrosia drink is made ​​from fruits that grow in the garden of Eden . Although it is a forbidden territory for us , we can still get drink of the gods , as the ancients said .

- It is very fragrant and very sweet ! Do not think it ambrosia is only exotic fruit juice less alcoholized . Ambrosia confers powers beyond belief of what a drink and earthlings died from the first sip .

How sitting on arm chair , slipped out let herself into my arms and leaned his head on my shoulder .

- Although near you , do not feel energetic downloads that you feel when you have achieved before you drink or you did not die !

She put back the glass to my mouth and force me to drink anymore . As soon as the liquid reached the stomach I felt a fire spreads in me . Fire up the veins and nerves , the muscles and spread finally he reached the brain , and I was convinced that I have more power than I could have imagined .

- What must I do to be able to pay the debt ?

- You do not have to do anything , just sit here . I'll take you to worlds created you , the mere presence of your soul will balance energy deficit and keep them real !

- You can not be in two different places at the same time ! Energy it is not possible !

- As if you read a book about subatomic particles had identified one that mathematically able to be in two positions . A few years have passed since the meantime opened research centers bigger and stronger , you may have learned more !

She stretched arm and gave me to drink from his glass , I drink greedy , big bites , I wanted to feel how much more power . I hope that this force will reveal something of the secrets of the universe , but only felt vibrating body charged maximum energy . Without realizing , I raised my arms and began to caress the hair , was not fixed in the armchair or she gave me way . With other arm I surrounded her body sticking tight the middle mine . It sigh and then raised his head on my shoulder looking my lips .

Never has there been such a kiss , first started hanging around the room , then it turned into a tornado that we mixed up senses and bodies to annihilation …..

In a later , I recovered , around me was dark and oppressive silence , is heard only the hiss of wind and I could feel the breeze on my face . I pulled the phone out from my pocket and looked at the time , it was well after midnight . With the light from the screen looked around . I was in the same armchair but now , it was rotten and chewed while , so was the room , a blackened ruin of time . The wind was blowing through the windows without glass , hung wallpaper peeled from the rain and I see a hole in the floor revealing large cellar , everything smelled of damp and mold . Carefully , leaning walls , I managed to get to the street . I turned and looked again the building , a house with the roof collapsed inside and the floor almost broke down and black with smoke .

Since that night , I am afraid to sleep , afraid to dream more ...... if I sleep , I dream I'm the King of Hopeless love and I walk on the frozen ridges of the mountains . And the King is afraid to sleep because he dreams that the demon of The broken wings.

Another time I dreamed that I am the pilot of  Impossible love , that he struggled to sleep not taking energizers for that it dream in the middle of the Sacred Glade hand holding human girl on the Tears of butterfly ..... ..........

 by Tonko Alexander

Dark tales ( a part of my new book )

prologue

    After being so brutally snatched near my sweetheart days full of despair followed by repeated attempts to get back into her world. In vain I tried to slip in focus or dream until it was all surrounded by barriers that we could not win.

At last, exhausted, I split my soul piece waste, to sustain worlds and at least they should be happy and I was pulled into the real world. I was drained of any feeling cold and empty also sidereal space. I saw my real life like an automaton, performing what I asked without thinking, without feeling, just by virtue of inertia.

The hardest part was my night sleep no matter how tired coming so I was still sitting on the bed and looked through the window at the stars begging them to keep me still empty of all feeling.

After a while through my window began to see the moon, initially as a bright arc of a circle of the then growing up to get perfectly round and shiny. Then I remembered that there Moon Goddess and began to pray them.

I prayed so intensely that she listened to me and went down on a beam of blue light through the window beside my bed. He listened to my prayers and finally smiling caressed me on the cheek

. At felt wet tears when stretched fan and picking a tear to one of the blades. He watched fascinated as the tear and a much later said:

-          You're as empty and cold as outer space! All I can do for you is to open to you my realm, Shadow World. It is a cold world and dark, the shadows come alive and each has her story. I'll teach you to listen!

She leaned on my pasted perfumed red lips on my lips so any hint of absorbing heat or light from me.

So I discovered that in the deepest darkness I have a shadow ......

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