She lights a green candle, placing it in to the Chocolate cake. She sighs and then proceeds to chant "happy greetings" to herself, for she knows that in less than 1 month she will be leaving Australia behind and heading for much loved, long missed Russia.At the count of three she furiously blows the candle and makes a wish for herself, casting a good spell over her long intended Mother land, hoping that good will come to Russia. Memories of her Father start to fade - he will for now remain a distant friend - he will have to find another psychic to protect his fortunes...the best he has ever seen will now demonstrate prowess in the mother land where a new task and plenty more assignments await her.
Her fate now seems to appear waiting in her long loved, long missed America. The tabloid headline now reads 'Getting back with your ex." With only two weeks remaining till her ex claims to part with a travel ticket and one weeks accomdation in Las Vegas...will their be wedding bells so like many other Americans, or will it just be another romantic interlude with her former lover. The two sitting eagerly in their homes for the other to act swiftly, to make an impact to say something, and do something...she'll willingly take nothing but love from him - after the final demand is made, the two going hand in hand until her ex comes to rescue her from the foreshores of Coastal Australia.
One more week remains before the final determination is made - does she return to her birth place in America or leave the past behind and embark on a long awaited journey to the Motherland...her Fatherland left waiting in the remote distance.
Her love of both great nations cannot yet co-exist and she has to decide which direction to turn. Right now she knows she feels a stronger pull from Russia...the songs of Russia playing on her heart strings...the near loss of her love for America saddens her but it pains her more to be caught between the two. Worried, she wonders whether she will leave Australia with empty pockets, disgruntled by decades of work and a blank cheque. Already decided is her coniving plan to ditch both and head for her other love...Germany. The prospect of having to slave away waitressing at the local Diner is a grim one but one in reality she must face. She wonders, will the promise of a fat pay cheque enable her to go back to both...and the loss of neither quench her soul. But for now time will tell and the answer will soon be known to all concerned.
She heard a knock at the door and smiled at the Postman donned in flourescent helmet, marvelling at the prospect of a parcel with her name etched in to the envelope...What could it be she fathomed. Alas! A long awaited passport of the kind she had in mind..her excitement growing she logged on to the web to obtain a voucher to her hometown. Now, with everything in place she awaits a cheque from the Nation's possy so that she can embark on her long awaited trip to the US...Hoping to visit the state where she first breathed and onwards to the Capital's famous Hotel where she plans to heal her wearied body. Encapsulated in her mind is a vision of her lost friend's acquaintance and the promised bottle of champagne and chocolates by her bedside pillow. She smiles assured of a return and a brighter future where the grass really is greener...then imagines herself post a new Presidential election in the heart of the Motherland, cold and snowed.
She finds herself digging a hole in the hot sun-drenched dessert surrounded by the beauty of swarming dust particles...not a structure in site but the ebony truck left by her self made ditch. It is Summer and a most furious storm brews on the horizon. The smell of a storm edges towards her and surrounds her body drifting into her nasal cavity and down her throat. Grasping for air and hurriedly, she ditches the treasure in to the great big hole, covers it with gold dust, stamping it with a white signature before heading speedily towards the great big storm in search of the awesome power of a God's sword seen smashing through the clouds, dirty and in the distance. Pining for a Rockstar she instead presses towards the light bellowing a sound of a truck's horn to warn her crew of an impending storm...but they are not in sight. Careless she presses forward heading for the noise of the storm. In less than a millisecond, suddenly an atomic force of bright white light electrifies her vehicle...her skin blackens in harmony with the extremely high temperature - she is burnt nearly to a crisp, her soul left dashing up and in to the light...
A psychic wonders if the wind carries her forth...in the distance cries for, yearns for an eternal existance of peace, of a life more liberated and strong and confined within The walls of a Great Palace. The promise of a new cage rests heavily on her desire. Little does he realise its foundation and too waits in the harsh Northern climate...The bidden structure multiplies and a dragon heads its throned gate. At the centre of it, guarded by five dragons, is where the epicentre of a her life and his takes place...Then as today the workers have made progress on the roof structure and ornaments await the dawning of an architecture inscription. Of course the Master watches over the design of its process...all the components must be connected in line with the great grid and enjoy the seasonal comforts of the Earth...the work continues apace...
I need to feel like I'm driving through the mountains at a constant motion. Most days I'm tired because I work of a night time and solidly for few hours...so fast sometimes I think my boss can't keep up! Before the heat of the day rises I manage to go for a brisk walk along the coastal plain of Melbourne. As I walk my mind engages thoughts of the Mother Land and how I wish to return. For me its utopia or the next best thing - I want to cry with excitement, but I don't. Its amazing what I hope to do with my life, to make more than mere mortal, to reach the skies and in to the depths of space - this is where it seems I enter the world of 3D design. Sadly today the air is hot and due to an extensive work period last night I'm tired as a result and can't fathom to do as planned today...But, for the eve when the Moon awakens and the wind starts to cool I will yet again plunge in to work. This time I think its going to be awesome!
The liberation of the mind is the quintessence of a real education. Beyond the confines of programmed dogma there lies the hidden truth in nearly every facet. Theres a kind of excitement beyond the lies of a conditioned education. While the majority of humanity subscribe to the norm I try to push those boundaries, ascertain the truth about science and inject creativity into my thinking. This translates well in to my innovative design work which can be viewed at wix.com/sentalorg/sentalorg. If we don't alter our world conception humanity runs the risk of stagnation and by then Earth will be but a memory as we will have lost the necessity to project forward. Our technology and all the gadgets we like will be no more. Surely there is more to be done about this!
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