Fragmentos de un Sueño Místico (Spanish)

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 Selene Hekate, Sueño Mistico

“…Selene era ama y dueña de la manifestación absoluta de sus deseos.  El mundo parecía girar única y exclusivamente a su antojo….

_ Todos los seres  grandes o pequeños somos igualmente divinos, la diferencia esta en su manifestación…


_! Que maravilla!. Esta luz siempre esta aquí, ¿verdad?_ Grité con emoción.

_Sí _ Contesto mi amiga. _ Y ellas también, están siempre con nosotras_ Declaró Selene-

_ ¿Quienes?_ Inquirí….

Era un sueño divino que vivía enterrado en el subconsciente humano desde el principio del tiempo…..

“……. giré sobresaltada escrutando el rostro de una  niña que se desvanecia en el agua

Por la mañana desapareció  la ilusión y se reveló la eternidad, el paraíso…”

” Tras un suspiro la regresión al pasado desaparecía en el cielo como en el tiempo…

“…Érase una vez en un tiempo y lugar de esperanza, cinco princesas, cinco hijas de la tierra eran las guardianas de los sueños de los hombres. Las princesas tenían la misión de despertar un sueño que era común para toda la humanidad.

“… nuestros cuerpos en pleno desarrollo, aún cubiertos por el manto sutil de la infancia,  nuestras mentes luciendo la sabiduría de almas iluminadas, almas tan antiguas como el universo….”

“….Habíamos contactado con humanos de otras culturas,  quienes vivían muy lejos de nosotras pero muy cerca de la divinidad. Conocíamos todos los  mundos invisibles de nuestro planeta y a sus habitantes. Los misterios de de la Madre Tierra nos describían nuestro estilo de vida…”

“…Nuestro arte rezaba el dominio a la perfección del uso de plantas, flores, piedras y los elementos…


….Tamara, señora del Norte, Princesa de la tierra era la dueña de todos los secretos de los bosques, las praderas y  las montañas. Luna, señora del Este, Princesa del aire, la anfitriona de todos los seres que habitan en el aire, los visibles y los invisibles. Dama señora del sur, Princesa del fuego, la maestra de la pasión el deseo y la creatividad. Líder de los seres invisibles que viven en el fuego. Siri, Señora del Oeste, princesa del agua; hablé con sirenas, delfines y ballenas.

Empapadas con la lluvia y bañadas con la pureza de nuestras almas, nuestros corazones latían desnudos, la sonrisa de nuestra inocencia radiaba estática de felicidad….”

“….Tras siglos de sueños sin cumplir, las cuatro princesas dormidas por fin despertaron. …

“Esa noche desperté de un sueño en el que solo estaba Selene, sumida en la oscuridad”

“….Selene adoptaba una postura imposible sobre mí. Me miraba a un centímetro de mi cara bajo el agua, mostró una mueca maliciosa y desapareció como en un sueño.

“…..A lo largo de los años nos contábamos nuestras vidas con la mente, queriendo o sin querer.  Telepáticamente y con sueños o pesadillas. Siempre lo supimos todo las unas de las otras. Lo sentíamos en nuestra piel, lo escuchábamos en nuestras cabezas, lo veíamos reflejado en espejos, en agua, o en mármol…..”

Ese día el aire que fluía por mis pulmones se convirtió en pura inspiración, duende y musa se aliaron  a mi merced para escribir más allá de mi imaginación…

Ellas me revelaron todos los misterios que esconden los mares y los océanos. Esos misterios que tanto anhela el hombre, esos misterios que están fuera del alcance de los que tienen miedo..”

Los recuerdos de un pasado asfixiado en mis entrañas  afloraron tomando la forma de pensamientos indeseados, amenazantes, rompían  el  estricto silencio al que les sometía desde hacía años…”

“Se osada y valiente, se verdaderamente osada, atrévete a vivir”

Speaks on Love Kahlil Gibran

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Kahlil Gibran

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Mystic Dream in Preproduction (Press Release)

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Sylvia Love Johnson Looks to Raise Funds Through Kickstarter for Her Film Mystic Dream (via SBWire)

Mystic dream is a feature film based on a novel, about the power of love, a greater source for conquering the dreams of humanity, the eternal paradise. London, UK — (SBWIRE) — 04/22/2013 — This project is to fund a feature film based on “Selene Hekate Mystic Dream”, a Novel by Sylvia L.Johnson.…

Sylvia Love JOhnson

What’s your dream for Humanity?

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“I believe that within each and everyone of us lies the power to make the world a better place for all”

Sylvia Love Johnson 

Once upon a time, there were five princesses, five daughters of the Earth. These princesses were the keepers of the dreams of humanity. Their mission was to awaken a vision that was common to the people of all nations. It was a divine dream that had been buried in the collective human mind since the beginning of time…

Hekate,   mystic Dream   

 Sylvia Love Johnson

Do you have a dream for humanity, anything you would want to see happening? What is it?


“It only takes a man’s or a woman’s dream ….”

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Selene Hekate. A Mystic Dream  (Short Novel)

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It only takes a man’s or a woman’s  vision to change the destiny of all people in all nations.
In a journey that unites the conscious and the subconscious minds an eternal dream will be fulfilled.
Extraordinary souls hold the key to the truth that can only be comprehended with a bare heart in hand. Be bold and brave be truely daring, dare to live. Your dreams are your destiny.


Selene Hekate. A Mystic Dream
by Sylvia Johnson
Cover art by Mark Ryden


Selene Hekate, Mystic Dream…

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Dream

I woke up from a dream in which there was only  Selene and darkness.

Her hair felt like silk caressing my skin, her red cheeks, warm, illuminating, filling the emptiness within.  Her  green eyes glowing intensely,  resembling bright emerald stars in the night. She blended in the shallowness of my dwelling place,  where I have lived  suspended in time for almost 10 years, existing; my chaotic flat  is the true representation of my mind.  It  perpetuates an intense and tormenting scent of jasmine blossom.

Once it was my favourite fragrance,  now it is impregnated on the walls,  impersonating the essence of my living,  from the a day I smashed  the perfume bottle  against the mirror. Irritation, impatience, infuriation and rage often  my true and  most faithful companions, and my comfortable, indulgent solitude . The  vexation deep in the heart and the longing, always the longing.  It’s hard to explain, the longing for someone or something that you miss, but  was never there.

Sometimes I picture myself running away from my head, determinedly fleeing from my thoughts. The reality is that there are memories one cannot scape,  nor forget, because the story I’m about to tell, I tell it not because I want to tell , but because I must, the story imprisoned, unjustly within our heads and hearts screams ever so loudly, now more than ever to be let out…

 

I heard her whispering my name.

Her laughter echoed in the dark; she woke me up.

Her breath caressed my senses,  her face was directly above me, her eyes staring into my soul, piercing.

The deliciously disturbing  and unexpected visit from my best friend made it impossible to go back to sleep, it was 4 o’clock in the morning,

Selene come back… I begged in the mists of a million thoughts and questions all mixed with fear, excitement and anxiety.

It was her ghost! was it not?  Selene is dead, or at least, she is not fully alive, has she just died? I will call her mother tomorrow to find out… I will call her mother tomorrow…

I repeated in my head, knowing there was not way that affirmation was going to get acted upon, the thought of it made me shiver..

Whenever I am under stress or in a bewildering and hostile situation, I feel instinctively drawn to water.  I also feel instinctively drawn to water when I’m happy and excited,  when I feel lonely or depressed, afraid or insecure. I do feel  drawn to water in any and may situations as a matter of fact.  I strongly believe that in another life I was a fish.

I made a bubble bath infusing it with lavender and rose petals, I sat on my bathtub; letting  my mind go,  thoughtless. Normally,  the middle of the night is the time when all my senses at their highest sensory vibrations.

I desired to feel Selene’s presence once again. I breathed in the fumes that emerged with the rich vapours of natural essence  and focused my eyes on the flame of the candle, it glowed soft and golden. I always rebuke myself, I know what fire can bring, but this time I wanted to let it in.

When I close my eyes after staring at fire my inner vision projects dazzling sparks of light flashing.

A while ago I decided to deny the manifestation of anything that reminds me of the magical unknown forces, paranormal occurrences, parallel pathways,  the art of wishing and desiring, love in its truest form,  all these practices and activities which I became so deeply acquainted with, during my childhood.

I plunge into the water with my eyes close, when  I open them still submerged; Selene’s ghostly figure reappears and assumes what seems an impossible posture above me.  She fits perfectly in the bath, hovering under  the water; her nose touching mine.  She flashes a mischievous grin and then she vanishes again, like the mist in the forest at dawn. I gasp, open  my mouth oblivious to the water, yelling…

Don’t go!

My childhood screams at me. Selene’s ghost leaves me in reveries which toke the form of unwanted thoughts; memories threatening to break the strict silence that they had kept in during many years….

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He gave her the smile of a life time, with a stabbing glare to die for, but she, shyly, turned her eyes away from his wooing gesture, thus totally blocking future intention of pursuing any trace of romance, intimacy or love. She sworn to herself that, next time they crossed each other’s path in Avenue Pierre Loti, or any other street within their neighbourhood; she would serve him with the best of her smirks and spice it up with gaze that would certainly invite thoughts of passionate affairs, licit and indecent. She remembers this and sighs deeply, hopelessly; destiny has not yet given her the long awaited for “next time”. I wish he was a made up character, in one of my stories and I wish she was one of my tough and brave heroines, who goes through a vast amount trouble and turmoil during most of her life but in the end she gets all she wants or at least all she needs. Unfortunately he is a real man, by the name of Jean Baptiste, and she is me.But this story started long ago. The first time I had to confront desolated loving feelings. “You are not mature for love” Said Selene, The words felt like a dagger launched at my heart, or a sharp double edge sword, piercing my soul. All these years, painful as it is, I have allowed those words to remain nailed where she left them. I know that if I try to pull them out; my heart would most certainly disintegrate. It is save to leave the truth resting there, were it belongs. On that sunny day Selene and I were having a conversation about Alan Dreamt, the boy I was in love with throughout school my school years;  A. Dreamt was my very first emotional disaster. I chattered on about how I knew we were meant to be, but neither of us would do anything about it. I was nervous, my hands sweating, my mouth dry, feeling hopeless and totally terrified by the thunder storm of sensations that had invaded me.

 Selene had not said a word for a while, she listened . Love…. I heard her say from my state of wishful thinking, in reveries, then, she looked at and conjured the spell…

“Love from above shine here below Love of soul let her be whole Love in spirit be empty of all Love infinite be he adored Let love on earth be poured Let fear in her soul flee its hold May the Joy of love never be here untold”  The scent of sweet magic became visible in the form rose fragranced sparkles of light. I felt a sudden breeze, my knees trembled. A torrent of tears manifested pouring down my face. I could not explain the fear that so passionately swamped me. “You are not mature for love.” She threw this at me like it was a towel to dry my tears with.

“True love is the ultimate manifestation of God’s purpose for creating you. True love is the bond between two souls which were meant to be one, yet they split at the beginning of time so that in the search for each other they would learn the meaning of love, as it unfolds, for it is God’s will that we learn that we are love.

The bond of true love signifies God’s perfection and it is the fulfilment of the law. It is the blessing we are born to be”