mystical

It is now how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it (the world) exists at all.....

We write, edit, and rewrite the story of our own life employing descriptive words, metaphors, and symbols. Our lives are full of symbols including those supplied by nature and religion, which touch upon the mystical and spiritual aspects of life. Symbols inspire enduring hope by formulating idealist expectations.

Consider the coincidences that you do not see." - Fabian Snowstrom, A Vampire's Reckoning

Look for her not in the valleys below, nor in the temple rooms. For she has gone, gone into the high passes, far beyond this dying moon.

What do we actually consider to be __ormal?" It__ only about what our conventional mentality is or isn__ able to understand, and agree to accept as __eal.__n fact, the shadowy edge between normal and paranormal is more than ILLUSORY_ The exact same can be stated about the border between calling your novel non-fiction or fiction.What if you could close your eyes and see different worlds and planets? What if you could see them with some kind of different vision, even with your eyes open? Would that make you a paranoid_ a freak, a genius, a crazy? Or, maybe, an Indigo, if that__ what__ been happening to you since you can remember? If something unusual is what you really see and really feel, and if that__ what does happen to you in your real life, how is THAT called FICTION? One simple reason... that it__ the only way the society would agree to call it __ormal,_ based on the current level of development of their mentality.

Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.

There's something mystical in the air and in my heart.The weather is showing my emotions.

I will not just love you till death.I will love you for eternity,this life and the next.

God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in the sky with white hair and a beard like Santa. This seemed strange to me. When I thought of God, I imagined only mist over the pond, a sliver of moon in a dark sky, scatterings of stars, birdsong.

The feeling cannot be described in words, it's mystical; I am changing. Perhaps the soul needed silence so that it can shout to hear the echo from the walls of my heart. It did heard something, Sufism!

If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?

you are here.the moontides are here.and that__ all that matters.

WINTER'S GHOST:Autumn moonincautious in the dark riverWinter__ ghost walkswith a covered faceand silver bones wait in all animalsto be bone cloth upon her shoulderwait for her happiness in that they are silver

Quinn seemed to have become one of a jaded philosophical society, a group of arcane deviates. Their raison d'etre was a kind of mystical masochism, forcing initiates toward feats of occult daredevilry - "glimpsing the inferno with eyes of ice", to take from the notebook a phrase that was repeated often and seemed a sort of chant of power. As I suspected, hallucinogenic drugs were used by the sect, and there was no doubt that they believed themselves communing with strange metaphysical venues. Their chief aim, in true mystical fashion, was to transcend common reality in the search for higher states of being, but their stratagem was highly unorthodox, a strange detour along the usual path toward positive illumination. Instead, they maintained a kind of blasphemous fatalism, a doomed determinism which brought them face to face with realms of obscure horror. Perhaps it was this very obscurity that allowed them the excitement of their central purpose, which seemed to be a precarious flirting with personal apocalypse, the striving for horrific dominion over horror itself.("The Dreaming In Nortown")