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  • in reply to: Synchronicity #1528
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      I wonder if that can be considered as a sync :p but I saw a picture book about tuaregs in the book store I went to yesterday :D

      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #325
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        Yann had a great night, it had been a complete mess chat with all his friends around the world :) and it was also a complete fun.

        He’d understood something big, he need not focus on abundance per se, but only on what he wanted, and not on all those obstacles to be getting rid off before being able to set the course of having what he wanted…

        Knowing that, he went to his computer and began to type, seemingly random jibberish…

        in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1359
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          Haha, the day milky beer :yahoo_not_worthy: :yahoo_cow:
          Feels like a great day :-?

          in reply to: The Room of Requirements #1475
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            Yes it works :D I did it without knowing you were discussing that :))

            in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #324
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              Yann was wandering about in a pet shop, looking for nothing in particular.

              Quintin had said something about inserting the shift now… well, that sucked… Yann was in a very bad mood, feeling like everyone was against him, nothing was going as he wanted to, and most of all he had lost inspiration. No desire to draw, or to write anything. His life was not fitting. Or so it seemed.

              Looking closer to the bird cages, and the birds inside, he was amazed at their similarities and their differences. Their shapes and sizes, their colors was the obvious parts. Their shouting also, it was quite messy, and stridulent. But what he noticed most was their behavior, some were just living their own life, proud of themselves and quite fearful when Yann was getting closer to the cage, and others were just flocking together like they couldn’t live apart. Some were singing, some crying, some just quiet and moving nervously or randomly…

              He went to the parrots room, it was written babies on the cages… they were like full sized parrots to him, very big birds!!! very colorful and impressive. But looking closer, they were not so healthy, their feathers were sort of dull, and even bad shaped and like the parrot had been attacked savagely :yahoo_thinking:. Not very impressive eventually.

              A few days ago things had become quite erratic at his work… he had felt a strong desire to change, change everything. First he couldn’t understand that desire and he resisted strongly, but soon he created some uncomfortable manifestations. Breathing difficulties, headaches, itching, and even boredom. He just felt the desire to tell bugger off to everyone.

              The birds were getting boring actually, he left the shop.

              Walking in the street among the crowd was kinda soothing his uneasiness… though at times he was like feeling what they were strongly projecting. There was that Muslim woman with her chador, and as she went right past him he had that twinge of anger against her, coming from nowhere, and as soon as he noticed that, he just moved his attention to his energy and it was over, no more anger or polarization. Was it his own feelings or was it from that young woman?

              Whatever, he just enter another shop, home shop, with little thingies and furniture… all these statues, the ones looking like 1920’s ladies were the most appealing… and there were these fairies also, wasn’t it Fiona who had told him about a dream where she was the fairy princess?
              :yahoo_daydreaming:

              :yahoo_alien:
              Oh! that pic… the man had a blue skin… with dolphins on his face creating shadows… the pic was a blend of sort, very funny, and the man was cute :yahoo_whistling: as was the shop assistant…

              Time to leave… he went off the shop and continued walking. Bright sun, fresh air, all was clearing. His mood also. He thought again about what he and Quintin had been planning. It seemed something crazy, but it also seemed related to what was happening in his life. Since Vienna, their relation had become closer and closer, and for the most part it was very endearing, very fun and also very intense. All these energies, all this creativity, it had to be part of a bigger picture.

              :yahoo_oh_go_on:

              Thinking about that, his friend Dory had told him about a bigger picture once, and he was teasing her about that… but now it was making sense. His abilities to remember his dreams had increased in a way, though most of the time he did not remember his dream in the morning. He’d noticed he could if he was just relaxing a bit and let his attention go back to that dream self of his… At times he had also some weird experiences about parallel realities and shift of perception, like the room is translucent and he can move through it in another dimension, very freaky that one :yahoo_not_listening:

              in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1358
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                tonight I just want some tea…

                :yahoo_good_luck: :yahoo_good_luck: :yahoo_good_luck: :yahoo_good_luck:
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                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #304

                Írtak was playing with the dragon twins in the carved woodstones field. It was mostly faced shaped petrified wood that had been carved surely when it was still wood. The faces were quite hypnotic and made him feel often sleepy, but with the dragons he was feeling all his senses enhanced and sharpened. :face-glasses:

                The dragons were growing fast, hatched only a few days ago, they were already bigger than his father… He knew from Malvina that they could take whatever form they wanted, but he’d always thought that their power were developing from nothing to … something… but apparently they were already fully aware. Their leather skin was glowing emerald green, blended with some purple pink shades, or was it the contrary. It was changing so quickly. He was wondering what they were eating, because he wasn’t the one who was giving them any food. And still they were so big.
                Did they have a “real” form? Whatever that meant.

                One of the dragon gave him a mischievous glance and before he could anticipate what would happen, he was facing a growling troll :yahoo_time_out:. The troll was running right to him, seemingly crushing with his heavy body all the fragile woodstoned faces.

                All his attention was on the troll and he didn’t hear the man coming.
                And now the troll was freezed running and jumping forever… Írtak’s head was like a big storm of boulders falling from the sky. Growling, drumbling apart…

                — You have strange games with your dragons.
                — …

                He was gaping at the man… his skin was bluish with pink also and sometimes a bit of yellow.

                — Who are you?
                — Don’t you recognize me? :face-grin:

                Írtak tried to remember something. had he ever met that man before?

                — Oh right, it’s our first meeting… from your point of view. I’d forgotten that. But you see, for me our first meeting is in your future.
                — …

                Írtak was still gaping at the man, this strange skin of him, it was so ambrulin, that color he’d already see somewhere… was it in a dream?
                The man looked at him, and he felt for a moment a warm fuzzy feeling in his body… not particularly located in any part of it… and he would have… no, it was even in the woodstoned faces around him… how could he feel that?

                — Your dragons are wanting to take part in the fun, the man smiled. I’m going to let them go, as I’m not staying either.
                — Who are you? managed Írtak.

                :yahoo_alien:

                — I’m your father…
                :yahoo_alien:
                HAHAHAHAHAH! No actually that’s a private joke… I’m Andrimiñ (AndruhMiiñ?) we’ll meet again in a few years of your time. Your dragons are really interesting then, and so are you.

                Saying that, the time began to flow again in the right direction, the troll was still running toward him, but he suddenly slowed down and stopped, shape shifting into a bluish boy, with a face so similar to Andrimiñ.

                — Where’s the funny man? he said.

                in reply to: Pictures Pool #1320
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                  Yes TracyPoohPooh, you can offer me a drink or even a trip to the Grand Canyon if you want :yahoo_laughing:

                  in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1353
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                    well it feels warm here :yahoo_daydreaming: just having a break in good company for a big :yahoo_big_hug:

                    back again for another choooopine :yahoo_rose: :yahoo_good_luck: :yahoo_rose: :yahoo_good_luck: :yahoo_rose: :yahoo_good_luck:

                    :face-glasses:

                    HAHAHA, I just noticed I posted the 23rd comment on this thread :yahoo_big_grin: :yahoo_big_hug:

                    in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #299

                    she giggled with amusement… :bounce:

                    in reply to: Synchronicity #1523
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                      haha and funny sync is that I was just beside a grave of Lemoine family when I sent the sms to Eric :yahoo_cowboy:

                      in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1351
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                        it is still divine… I’m just back from a time travel in another probability and it was so weird I need much fainting goat milkkk :yahoo_skull: :yahoo_cow:

                        in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1339
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                          that was goooooooooooooooooooood:face-crying: a bit spicy but goooooooooooooooooooooooood

                          in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1337
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                            hey you can buy me a drink now… :face-kiss:

                            in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1334
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                              still sipping my glass of flanting gloat milky way… I’m positive I’ll come here more often, it appears to be quite an interesting place with so many animations :yahoo_skull: and so many people :yahoo_april: :yahoo_hiro: :yahoo_hypnotized: :yahoo_idk: :yahoo_bug: :yahoo_party: :yahoo_devil:

                              in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1333
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                                :yahoo_coffee:

                                There’s nobody in this tavern!!!! Where’s the fainting goat milk??? :yahoo_cow:

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #270

                                Oörlaith heard the sound of a barking dog not far from her rookery. They were back with his master, and she knew at once their mission was complete.

                                A few months ago she had met a strange man, he told her he was called Leonard, and the funny black dog that was following him everywhere was called Moufle. An ancient word for mitten… Well she didn’t ask why he’d call him like that, the dog was so hairy…

                                Leonard was a lonely traveller, quite ancient as she could feel, but she wasn’t able to know his actual age. And there were some other weird feelings when she was focusing on his energy tone, something to do with time itself.

                                When she first met him she knew he was the one she was looking for for ages. It’s been such a long time she hadn’t heard from her sisters. Oörlaith’d been having these dreams since they chose different direction many years ago, Malvina and Roselÿn, her precious ones. It wasn’t necessary for her then to keep objective contact with them through the glubolín.

                                One year ago, the dreams stopped abruptly, and she tried several methods to reach her sisters. None of them with success. All her attempts failed, and she thought first she had lost her own power, but she knew one can not loose power of self, just forget it or create it on purpose. She realized then it was time to recreate these links more objectively.

                                She couldn’t find her glubolín though. And Leonard arrived. Fortunately enough he had news from some strange events occurring in the land where she knew Malvina had settled her rookery. Was she still here with Leörmn?

                                ***

                                Yann had been feeling many impulses to draw scenes from his dreams and from the story they were creating with Quintin, Fiona, and Truth. It was an urge from inside and last night he had a very intense dream activity, most of which he couldn’t remember, it was more like a big forum with many different personalities all exchanging experiences and exploring new avenues.

                                He was also attracted by old stories he was writing when he was a student, the one involving Georges and Salome, it seemed to him they had taken a life of their own now, and they felt very powerful, and most of all, they felt like really having fun.

                                One of the drawing that was intriguing him was one that represented a sign of sort, in grayish sparkly clouds. He had given the pic a strange title, Oorlath. Yann had connected the name to an individual and was surprised when Quintin told him about a princess named Oörlaith. He was wondering who she was…

                                She still had no face when he thought of her… maybe she was hidden for the moment… and he had the strangest thought that she knew Leonard, the man he’d been drawing with his black hairy dog.

                                Haha, he had felt her smile.

                                ***

                                Chiara was looking for the boy she’d met last time in her dreams. Maybe he could give her some berries again, they were really tasty and fluberrish.

                                But she’s been looking for him for so long she wonder if she could find the way again…

                                Where she was now felt different. The light? The air? She took a deep breathe and just sat down on the grassy land. She had a quick thought that the land were more rocky than grassy a few seconds ago, but as she was feeling the grass under her hands, she dismissed the thought.

                                She was hearing birds singing, it was quite funny the way they were bounding from one sound to the other and she could understand what they were saying, much gossips and a few compliments for a new mother ;)) nothing really important to her. She Jibbled.

                                Lying down on the mossy land, she was looking… mossy? wasn’t it grassy? Now it’s mossy… hope that wouldn’t become mothy ;))

                                She was looking the clouds, some were grayishly sparkling, she was enjoying it…

                                “Are you looking for something” a voice said.

                                Chiara quickly sat up and gazed at the fat lady who was standing before her.

                                “Hahahaha, you found me at least my dear” laughed the woman.

                                “My name is Roselÿn, and you are Chiara, aren’t you?”

                                The little girl was gaping at Roselÿn… how could she possibly know her name?

                                “I feel I know you :yahoo_thinking:” she said dreamily.

                                “You make me feel like when I’m with my uncle Yann, and… there’s something else… oh!?”

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #263

                                It’s been a long time since Írtak last paid a visit to his family. But this time would not come now as the twins were just hatching.

                                The hatchtone, a humming inaudible sound that would help the little dragon break the hard shell, had been resonating for almost an hour now, and Írtak had to constantly refocus and pay attention to himself not to be distracted by the unheard sound. The tone was quite intense and as they were both hatching at the same time the hatchtones were enhancing each other.

                                Írtak could see the shell resonating with the gluid tones. It was shifting shape slightly, and his eyes were also perceiving a bluid glow around it.

                                In the hatchtones were the names of the dragons… Írtak was a bit astonished because those names were quite odd, but he was feeling a strange inner giggle of sort coming from some part of himself.

                                He was translating the hatchtones as Heckle and Jeckle.

                                “Defunitely!”

                                The inner laugh of Malvina was still resonating in his ear when the shell began to crack.

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #256

                                Yann have been working on the drawing sporadically, several subject were coming to his mind at the same time and he wanted to treat them all… All what he could do for the moment was just draw some sketches of all that… there was that scene with his niece and the dragon-boy, and that other scene where he could see that man on a dinosaur-like mount…

                                At times he could also feel the gentle energy of his dear friend Amanda. He’d wanted to meet her in Vienna in June, but unfortunately she couldn’t attend the meeting. She was participating in his current exploration of art. It was like he could feel many energies from different people and different beings and he could choose to express them as he wanted.

                                Some could be translated just in movement, like just drawing lines and create a harmonious disposition and interactions between them, suggesting other lines that weren’t fully expressed or weren’t expressed at all.

                                Some others could be translated as colors and shades, contrast and iridescence… possibilities were infinite.

                                He was wondering how he could introduce the gentle energy of his friend, but maybe it had already been incorporated.

                                :fleuron:

                                Salome was feeling a draw to the cave…

                                She was focusing her energy slightly differently now, in order to manifest in this dimension an aspect of herself.

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #251
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                                  Yann had a strange dream that night, he dreamt about his niece meeting a dragon, and the dragon was also a boy, a boy that seemed to be very familiar, but he didn’t know yet who it could have been :-?

                                  He was feeling an urge to draw that particular scene of the dream that was so vivid and lively, but he still was hesitating about the manner he would render the dragon becoming a boy, or the dragon being a boy… it was beginning to take shape in his mind eye… and he felt a laugh and a thrill in his neck.

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