''1 Now the serpent was the shrewdest of all the creatures the LORD God had made. "Really?" he asked the woman. "Did God really say you must not eat any of the fruit in the garden?"
2 "Of course we may eat it," the woman told him.
3 "It's only the fruit from the tree at the center of the garden that we are not allowed to eat. God says we must not eat it or even touch it, or we will die."
5 "God knows that your eyes will be opened when you eat it. You will become just like God, knowing everything, both good and evil."
6 The woman was convinced. The fruit looked so fresh and delicious, and it would make her so wise! So she ate some of the fruit. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her. Then he ate it, too.
7 At that moment, their eyes were opened, and they suddenly felt shame at their nakedness. So they strung fig leaves together around their hips to cover themselves.''
How shall I start?
Let me put it this way. Like many others I have a hobby or more. My obssession better said is with 'the other world': parallel universes, dreams , ghosts, spirits, life after death, aliens...you name it. My imagination knows no limits.
The question is ...what will you do when you will realise your imagination becomes reality? when you discover that everything you thought is a legend is actually real? and how will you deal with it? will you eat the forbidden fruit to understand the mistery of EVERYTHING?
A great scientist was once saying that we humans we use only a limited percentage of our brains to rationalise. The truth is that our brains have no boundaries...we just need to find that forbidden fruit .No, it must not be that green apple that you buy from the market just across your street. I had many of those apples and all they did ...well, they just helped my digestion work better and in some case they bloated me like a baloon.
Since I was a child I had many odd experiences. Odd dreams becoming real(premonitions some will name), odd shapes just there, in the corner of my eye when not paying attention,
odd beautiful smell in my room coming out of nowhere, just after my grandma died, odd pressure on my body while sleeping...and so on.
I travelled in many old places, with rich culture and antique background...and everywhere I had the same odd feelings, but nowwhere like in England and USA.
I was quite attracted by England and those ghost stories allways made my hair stand up. But one thing is to sit in front of a fire on a cold rainy day and listen to your grandma stories and another thing is to experience the whisper and the spectre of ...something really strange.
Till I come back with more details, I advise you watch 'The Others' and 'The sixth sense'.
Sleep well tonight!
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| Provincetown,Pilgrim Monument and Museum, USA,2008 the spookiest doll I've ever seen |
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