Lately, everyone spread luck, a little of green dust here, some more with many shapes around there... They seem to want to get rid of it. But not even that, in really what they want is to receive it. Well, maybe a little bit as everyone. Overall the ones that don't understand all the faces of it.
The Luck is responsible about the vigilant tree men disappeared before they could see the extermination of their kind, previous to the birth of the dark ash forests ...
Luck was made appear for those sailors who were saved by sirens. Damn bastards ill-born, some of them were fucking asholes.
I remember reading somewhere about that boat, fuck, they could have completely submerged, they all know what they were going though no one care anymore and for some of them they are even heroes.
Also luck was responsible of that happen to a men, when attacking a strong trunk was reached by a bullet fired by himself in another time, did not know what it would have expected to him if he could be still alive... Fuck, this guy truly got rid of his destiny ... And such a terrible destiny...
Also, it is true that you have to know the luck to have an opinion about it. But it´s also true that it is not that idealized god that seems today and everyone wants to meet. Now I can understand it.
In another time and in other lands, a place where Gea still stand up powerful among rivers of magma, glaciers, geysers and stardust, a wise man was walking. I never knew where he was coming from or where he was going, what I do know is that he must be one of those remnants of another era.
When there was no time, where the past and the present intertwine their hands with that uncertain future, not yet known for me and my old friends, we crossed our path with this wise person.
Between the parfum of sulfur and thousand of nuances of colors he approached us, speaking other languages, using other codes. We look each others, like in a mutual analyze, he recognized us as ethereal souls, and we to him as the lost walker of ancient legends.
Between ramblings about the mundane and the eternal, we understood his walk. For a moment, I almost had the feeling that he recognized his past on us. His past, his way.
His words teleported us to some dimensions as much alive as dark, a place where the concept of relativity reached limits that are now forbidden. A time where dreaming took shapes that played with the grotesque and the sensuality.
Each phrase resounded in our being, approaching us more and more to that vortex where serendipity became in the absolute. That kind of window that connects yesterday, today and tomorrow.
We, now as a travellers of lost dimensions, begin to glimpse that flutter, that vibration connected to everything.
It was then that ancestral energy began to travel inside our bodies, inside our minds. Broadening horizons, opening worlds beyond the usual axes.
We even saw the reason for the double game of the luck, the same that had led to that walker lost almost on the oblivion and is deprived our world of most of its own most intimate successes...
-After the intro, here the first part of this story, also a part of "The Ethereal Paths".
-English is not my mother tongue, I do my best.
