★ Illusionist ★
# 7
It was an old Christian church. The Reign of the British or the Portuguese. I arrived at the church's curtains in the dark. Unnamed trees blooming on the road to the church. The street is covered with beautiful carpet of leaves and flowers falling from them. Of the church by the flower street In front of me, I suddenly opened the gigantic door that shows the magnificence of the architecture. I could see the vast interior through the door that opened by itself. At the end of the interior, I saw a crucifixion of the altar. A young man with a long face with blonde hair, fine beard and mustache. His face was so beautiful that he could reach the apex of meditation. The light was radiating around the head, shining brightly into the mosque as if it were a sunrise. In the vision of that worthy person, I saw darkness and a man emerge from my body. Surprisingly, I moved on to Yogi. The sheep started looking at me in a special way. I was terrified that it would disrupt the yogic meditation. And forced to walk back. The thought that I would have to move away from that great spirit was very frustrating for me at the moment. He was seen smiling with a smiling face yogi eyes. Seaweed eyes. The tideless wave was calm. "Teacher, when I saw you, a shadow had passed away from me. This is the first of its kind. Who are you really . Can I be your disciple? " The Yogi responded with a warm sound of snow "Do I need to know who I am or do you know yourself?" "Teacher, I am still in search of who I am and what I want to do in the world. From what I have seen since you came back, I have realized." The yogi responded with a smile. "Just close your eyes for a moment." ★ When I opened my eyes to the bright interior, what I saw was a strange sight. Most of the burial grounds covered by the old age are a ruined graveyard. According to Christian belief, the cross is placed in burial places. Many of them are in a broken state. The church I saw a while ago was still visible in the distance. Burial grounds spread over acres. The light that breaks the darkness. The seeds of fear had already been sown in the mind. There is someone in the nun's monastery that is attached to the cemetery. When I was about to move, I noticed that I was in the air. Yes, I'm flying. Above the graveyards covered with moss in the cemetery. I flew up to the nun's mast. It was like an old fortress. People who walk down the aisle are not always noticed. It seemed to me that no one there was seeing me. I flew up to the top of the fort. I was really impressed by the enormity of the fort. Except for the main entrance of the fort, there were only small windows placed on the walls of each room. While flying around the castle, I heard a woman scream unexpectedly. I flew to see Dick, who was crying. I stood in the air next to the room crying. Two hands that occasionally wrap themselves up to reach the window of the room. It's a woman's two hands with a white killer. I could clearly see those hands in the moonlight that had been lifted from the clouds. The owner of those hands also tried to hold onto the bars of the window. After a failed attempt, those hands slide down again. "Who will it be" cries again when the anxiety is unbearable. I flew to the door. Inside it is a woman with dirty dress, Jauketiya with loose hair. She looks about twenty-five years old. The blonde hair and dull hair did not dampen her beauty at all. She looked at me from the window. "Maybe she'll see." She looked at me intently, crying so I could understand my suspicions. "I don't know who you are. Please save me and me from God, Angel or man. This is where I came in by mistake. Please save me." She jumped to my feet and began to fly again, despite the delusions of that madness. "Please get me out of here." As I flew to the top of the fort, shaking hands, I heard a roar from below. I floated through the air towards the church, which was visible in the distance. I realized that I could barely touch the earth when I looked down at the carpet where the flowers spread out. Just staying in the air. It blew my mind to go inside the mosque and see that yogi. But I can't even move a little. Like someone caught me in the air. It was then that I heard the sound of something falling on a sore thump. It was so dark that it was impossible to see anything around. As the eyes gradually became familiar with the darkness, they began to see shadow-like eyes. Not church or flower trees. It's a small room, my bedroom. I struggled to believe it was anything but a dream. I was in awe of the nightmares that had brought me to the dawn of dusk and the blooming carpet, the gigantic gated church, the light of the sheep shed, the Yogi, the great cemetery, the fortress's nun, and the young woman who had begged on her feet. That was the beginning of my discoveries .........
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