Sunday, October 27, 2013

Jack O' Lanterns' (Home)town


     
         Heheheheh! Here comes the Headless Horseman, heads will roll!
         ...you're not scared? No? Okay...
         Oh, look! Bats are coming! They're everywhere!
         ...still not scared? Well then...
       
         Hello everyone, it's been awhile since the last post. For some reason, tonight I found my inspiration for a new story (where the heck is my mug?). Heheh, I'll use this story to buy back your hearts.
         So, long story short, my plan was to move in Bucharest. I ended up somewhere nearby the city, in a hometown that I see at least...interesting. And now that All Hallow's Eve's coming, the atmosphere changed also, although not many can notice that. I mean, I know I'm all enthusiastic about this day, though it's not specific to my culture, so I guess it's a good thing that sometimes commercial things spread around the world fast, carrying with them various traditions, myths, stories. Now I can sit all day long in all these stores nearby, stocked with pumpkin lanterns, paper bats, candies, lots of candies...and other goodies, skeletons, fangs, souvenirs and so on. Even the Hunter's Moon over the woods looks gorgeus these nights (yeah, I feel blessed to have this view from my third floor).
         And overneath all this stuff, the colourful autumn. Seriously, I love this season.

         Hmm...Perhaps that should be my list too :)
         For now, I'm planning to decorate my room till my 20th birthday, when I guess I'll turn into a mature person or so. But! That doesn't mean I will give up on my antics.
         I don't know, I just walk on the quiet crispy streets of this town I'm in right now, far from home, and I expect a change. Any change. But for the first time, I don't feel stressed and alienated by the place. From the first day I came here, I have to say that a strange good feeling settled in my soul, and I thought: maybe this could be a good home for a year or so. (And, of course, whenever I want to write or say that finally, I no longer have 'Caspers' on my tail, something happens in my room, then everything goes crazy (for some reason, my window's area is the scariest, LOL), although in the beginning it was okay, till a friend of mine started to use my silly-Ovilus-like app and call for them, so I had to uninstall it, but I guess I have to use it again to communicate. Ugh, fun on the other side never stops, I guess.)
     
       Oh, didn't want to forget to tell something about the surroundings: I already told you that my new hometown is surrounded by a forest, and here's the surprise, I found there an abandoned mansion with a first sight simple history. I already put it on my 'to visit' list. And the area of this town is expanding from what I've seen, though the people I see two times a day I guess they'll remain the same. The atmosphere and the people give you that community impression, maybe because it's a small village rather than a town; I wouldn't be surprised if the holydays here are respecting all those rites I know from childhood. Overall, I can't complain, it's a new place that I like and it is close to college, fun, projects and friends.
The place it's looking something like that :)

       But let's head back to the Halloween spirit: plans for that day:  well, room decorating, get my Mom's pumpkin and apple pies and share it with some friends, watch that special episode of Ghost Adventures in Romania, then make a marathon of gothic music and Halloween & autumn pictures collections, and maybe attending a Halloween theme party. Sounds simple and fun, if we don't think also about the rest of projects and all that routine I'm trying to break through. But hey, it's once a year, and I love this day, so let's enjoy this!
     
       Soon I'll be posting a poem that I wrote some time ago, and I think it fits a hollow atmosphere. It's in Romanian, but I guess I'll be able to translate it and keep its essence all at once.
       Also, I have so many ideas I should write about, so, if you have any questions or suggestions, let me know.
     
      Till then, I wish you a beautiful view from your window on these late October nights.


     
       













Monday, September 9, 2013

The old cello


     At dusk, when no one was around anymore, I went back to a place that casted some of the most intriguing events over the last two hundred years, a place that once taught generations, yet now abandoned to dust, ironically, due to the lack of use of knowledge and wisdom of those who leaved it.
    I didn't know what was I doing there, perhaps it was my wish to visit again this place. I wandered around the enormous hallways, my eyes drifting from one shadow to another that would creep in when windows would stop lightening my path.
    Strange light, it would pass through me like through air.
    When I looked back, I noticed I had no shadow extending from my feet.
    'You go, your shadow stays...'  I wonder who was gone and who remained behind then.
     At the end of the west wing hallway I opened a door to a chamber where light would wash over a chair and the wooden floor around it.
    Looking in the background there was an old cello. So old that I had to rip the cobwebs off of it.
    I took a second look at the instrument. So beautiful, yet so silent...
    I fixed the strings back from the cello's bridge to its tuning pegs. Done, now was the time to try it. Although I had no song in my mind, I tried a few notes. To my surprise, I could not stop. A sorrowful ballad filled the darkness, forcing it to shuffle from one corner to the other of the room.
    Thoughtless, I took the cello with me.
    On my way back, I met one of my former professors wandering around. Strange how the history repeated itself. Could this place gather our consciences and guide them to their appointed chambers?
    He stopped merely surprised when he saw me.
    'Isn't it strange? Is anyone else around here?' he asked me.
    Something inside me decided not to tell him. I just shrugged, then stirred my feet further to the exit.
    'Keep walking,'I told myself. 'I want to sing again.'
   
    ***
    Note: truth be told, I never ever touched a cello, though I love its sound. But this dream I had was so real that I actually felt everything, and that wouldn't happen too often. I could literally feel the instrument's strings, how I ripped those cobwebs off of it, and how I tried to sing those few notes. Everything felt so vivid.
   Among other strange dreams, this one was one of the most powerful ones. And I had to share it with you.
















Monday, September 2, 2013

Three months escape


   

  No matter what ideas would kick in during the last two weeks, my hands would go limp and my mind blank. This is a real problem, because that means a bigger pain in the ass later. No, it's not lazyness, it's ... something. 
  Okay, back to the main idea: holyday. The holy three months of peace, good music, incognito walks and wonderful evenings in my hometown.
  It's not that I would not like Bucharest at all. I do, I really do, the city has its own fascinating places, blooming with history, fancyness, stories, that's the spot for new experiences. 
  But, after a year of studies, clamor, many things done, such as projects, volunteering, meeting new people and getting to know them (some of them way too much), a year of full-speed living, I needed to come back home. 
  Home. Because some links created in the last few years are stronger than myself, and even from the very beginning you know that the feelings you get when you think about these links are burried way deep in your being, so they stay there. 
  Long story short, it's like I would shut myself down and let the old recorgnize me after all this time. One year can be a long time if it's marked by some things that you weren't expecting. 
  I have to say, living almost 300 miles away from your home and handling things on your own the best you can it's somehow not that easy. 
  So, here I am, with my vacation time almost spent on meditation, rediscovering myself and getting back to my passions. 
  

   Basically, I spent most of the time with myself. I got rid of useless feelings, I somehow stonehearted and mind-powered myself, I learned more about myself, I faced some of my deepest fears and beliefs, I developed some of my skills and of course, got prepared for my return to the agitated city of Bucharest. It changed me, that I have to give it to the place, I learned what means to be all on my own. And I also learned that I needed free time with myself only too. 
  Speaking of, yes, I really had some fun this summer in my hometown. I searched for the history of some places, I even got stuck in it (literally), I found and have been found by unusual things (it's no more a secret that I am quite aquainted with unseen things, 'Caspers' for starters), and I really learned from the pro's (and from a good friend a few countries away) how to do some unconventional investigating on this occasion. 
   On the 'good music' chapter, well, we all wander on the unlimited internet resources and discover even the strangest tastes for songs that would sound like nothing we've ever heard before. Me, for example, I discovered that I can sleep soundly on Native American mixed incantation-like songs, I love to write or plan my ideas on chillout music, I dream and wonder how would it be like to live as an American country or smalltown girl on country or indie music, but what I love the most is the music that pumps up the adrenaline in me (epic, trance, dubstep, glitch hop, rock, whatever), because it keeps me moving further. Yes, music is helpful, wonderful, it's almost otherworldly, inspirational (credits for the word to my friend), it rises you up from the ground and opens your eyes to the worldwide (or just closes them, LOL). 
   Oh, I almost forgot the 'incognito' walks. Being away for a year and returning right in the middle of the summer season, among hundred of tourists, gave me the benefit of the foreigner. 
   It was really funny seeing the troubled look of the store sellers when they were asking me 'Sorry, you're not from the town, right?'. Most of the people would ask me that because many places around here have changed. And it seems that new people came in town too. 
 Also, I've been given the chance to make an experiment. Back in Bucharest I really had that awkward feeling of being watched and judged by the other strangers. I don't know, it's like they would evaluate you too see if you fit in their comfort zone. Back home, being 'the stranger' once again, I took long town-tour walks, observing people, places. It was almost like I would move along a wall with a movie developing on it, with the perfect music in the background (...or just in my headphones). 
  And over all of these, the sunset...

Tulcea's harbor
    No matter what ideas would kick in during the last time, my hands would go limp and my mind would run back to its memories. 
    It's time to pack them up and move on to the future. 

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Message or Nightmare? Or a message in a nightmare?

   So, yesterday I sent Bobby Mackey and Zak Bagans one of my drawings inspired by the song and the story of 'Poor Pearl'. Bobby Mackey actually took note of this, which I am grateful for. 
   Apparently, not only him. 
   
   Last night I dreamed something that dawned me right now, while I was listening to 'Johanna' and asking myself for no reason if this song will influence my nightmares, lol. 
   That's when it clicked. 
   So, here's the thing:

   I was receiving tweets that Bobby Mackey is following me. Somehow, my mind stopped over those three words: 'is following you'. 
   Next, out of nowhere, I was with Aaron and Nick, both of them filming during an investigation. We split on different hallways. That's when I started an EVP session asking if there was anyone in some  room, if there was a group of spirits. Strangely enough to wake myself next to two headless men corpses, dressed like those old cowboys. Then, they started chasing me.
    Another strange fact is that everything was white and rusty, like in an abandoned sanatorium or something. And it was daylight. At one point I met a lady, blonde, maybe in her 30's or even younger, she looked like she was lost there, and she had a nurse outfit. 

   I laughed at this dream in the morning. I told myself maybe it was the excitement of tweeting Bobby Mackey, and while waiting for the next episode of Ghost Adventures, as if on cue, I found out that the crew's live tweeting sessions took place right before an another investigation. 

   Now I listened to this song, 'Johanna' (which is a great song, by the way). The question I've put myself (mentioned above), came all of sudden. That's when I remembered Pearl's story: she was beheaded by her lover and his friend, both of them worshipping the devil as far as I know. 
  ...Could those two headless men following me be them? Could it be a message, a warning, could they be mocking me for drawing Pearl? CAN they get to me (I mean, there's still the Atlantic Ocean between us, thank God for that)? Or is it just my mind linking some things that I took note of before, and turning them into a nightmare story?

Below's the image of my drawing. Let me know your thoughts.





Friday, August 23, 2013

About the 'Sunset over my garage'


      I don't have a garage. I don't even have a Camaro parked in front of my apartment. I don't even drive...(which for my age it's not that bad...yet). For all that material matter, I'm a lost cause.
      All I have is a sunset.

...for more dramatic effect...lol
       You don't need to be so compassionate about me, seriously. I mean, I appreciate it and I appreciate you, my reader, you must be a great person, curious about what in the world am I blabbering around here. It's just me, and really now, you don't get impressed by every person you meet. But if you do, you're amazing!
       My blog is my garage. The dimmed lighting washing the old brick walls, the rustling sound of a few boxes full of journals and pictures being moved from one corner to the other, a few dreamcatchers hangin' from the wooden ceiling, some souvenirs thrown on the nearest sideboard, next to some paper ready to be written on. And the jukebox still works for a few more songs.
       But there's also an empty space in this garage. There's just me wandering around, ready to fuel my greatest wishes, looking at a sunset, but waiting for a sunrise. Ready to go.
       The next few 'boxes' in my garage a.k.a. my blog will be probably filled with new lessons, new stories about new persons and friends that I've met, new places that I've discovered, new things that I learned, new views over myself and what&who's around me.
     
      ***Now, skip the drama. Next post will be funnier (at least so I hope). You'll see why soon.
            Have a great time!
     



   

Monday, August 19, 2013

Late hours






It's so silent around.
When the evening passes the sun
I stay even more behind
With my eyes lightening as a heart,
with these nights throbbing in my veins
and I no longer know
on what street 
will I loose my worn-out shoes.

I loose myself
without asking the high torches
how did they turn into stones.
This is a time 
when I no longer figure out
if there's peace around me
or within myself,
if there are any feelings that keep me alive,
if there's any thought connected to my mind,
or if there's just serenity.

And I don't know if I'm alone
or if I share the same vibrating breath
with the world around me
from this thin air
in the middle of the night.
But I feel the path I walk is not empty.

There are a few stars above
blinking like the gravel on the sidewalk.
A man passes in the dead of the night
carrying a soul in his hands.
As long as he enlightens the dark
He can choose any path to walk on.
He knows there are not only street lamps
lightened up on his way.


         Well, here we are. Nice to write again after my hometown's celebration. Don't worry, it wasn't that silent as my poem says. 
        From time to time I like to write something different, something from the depths of my feelings, thoughts and so on. I will post more of this because it's interesting to see if my style has changed or not. All I'm writing is also copyrighted, so let me know if there's anyone inspired by my ideas.
      As for this poem, well, let's say it's one of my resorts to make myself write again and move from that writer's block. So far, it's working, that's why I will return with another post and maybe a review about a band, a movie, a place, a book, a legend or myth, I don't know; as I said already, usually my ideas and my inspiration kick in, then leave me, so I have no idea or will to write about anything (maybe I should make a list about it or something like that). 
      Anyway, I hope you enjoy the Late Hours until my next post.
      Have a great time!

Friday, August 16, 2013

World is perfect as it is

   Yeah, I said it, it means awareness and I had many reasonable thoughts for saying it.

   This world updates and adjusts itself. So, every modification added to this world, this realm, disturbs it. It causes terrible damages for a moment, then the world gets still, like a patient before resuscitation. One man comes then saving the situation, putting the world back on its feet, with some adjustements: a new heart, a new way of life, a new way of thinking, a new habit,  even a new fear or the willing to refine and redefine itself.

    We know we can change the world just like that. But do we change it? Or just modifying it?


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

How do I deal with this?

    I had a few options about what should I write first: my childhood and experiences with ghosts, if I'm an empath or just too close to the other side, my holyday, my hometown's celebration, friends and what I've learnt from them, music and intimacy...and so on. But hold that thought.

   Let's start with the ghost matter *wide grin*.
 

 First of all, all readers' discretion is advised. My story has no fun in it.
 Not to turn all this into a drama, I'll keep it short, and I'll explain later some things if needed.

 I.1.  I think back in my family's history, the witchcraft used included dark rituals (such as trading something in exchange of your own well-being; yeah, in my father's mother's case, that looked more like a bad experiment on her own family...well, that's mostly because of who and how was her true self, if you know what I mean).
 I.2.  Witchcraft used by the elders in some old places around here has been considered the equivalent of traditional healing. This is a field I didn't research more about yet and honestly, I do not wish to tap into it.
 I.3.  What she brought in our home, according to the discussions I had with an investigator and remembering the cleansing and its consequences upon the entire house, family and even animals, it's 90% a dark entity. A feisty one, if you ask me (you'll see later why).

 II.1.  Let's just say that giving me birth wasn't on the top of my father's options. As if on cue, only after two weeks I've been born, a nurse nearly killed me by accident. Fortunately (I know, this is my dark sarcasm), my legs were injured instead of my head. (Strange that I have right on the spots where my bones were broken some three lined scars.)
 II.2.  There are in my family reports of a few relatives taking their lives. By strangling themselves (may they rest in peace). At one point of my life (not proud of it) I tried to take my life in the same manner. Call me crazy, call it a history repeating itself, but I have a feeling something drove me to that point, because that person was not me. (Plus,if that's what I think it is, the entity may have a good memory, because it keeps reminding me from time to time about that moment. How? By leaving strangling marks on my neck.)
 II.3.  I had a few disturbing dreams in my life where I died...as in really living that moment when you are going to pass away. Can this be a coincidence in which people that I met when I was a child died soon before the dreams? I do not know, I'm just listing the facts and voicing my opinion that this may be taken as a personal threat.

 III.1. I had experiences. I have experiences (needless to say).
 III.2. Back in my childhood, I have been attacked by something I knew I wanted it nowhere around me. I saw shadow figures, felt presences and strange things happened within the house and with my family too.
 III.3. The only thing that I know is that it resides around me since my very first experiences:  its the dense, draining energy. It hasn't changed in years.

 Now, for the last part, I already talked with a friend about it, so here's the thing:
 I somehow learned to distinguish if there's the same energy/spirit or not. It's not like identifying whose energy it is, but the least I can do is to sense if there's an entity just messing around, because it doesn't have to be only a dark one, or if it's this energy that hides from me, yet it's trying to drain me. It's because it had such an impact on me that I can't help but remembering it ( I wanted to say that I remember its patterns, but again, that would mean to identify it, which I don't think I can do). Plus, in all this time I have experienced other things too, in different places and contexts, so I got to meet different spirits with different ways of manifesting themselves and let me know about it, sense their presence. You know, like some have a particular scent, or some of them can make different parts of your body to react by pain or numbness or goosebumps (that if they don't attack or get through you ramdomly), some can transfer feelings to you and, last but not least, if you're lucky enough, they can make themselves heard or seen to you.
 For example, a thing that I do from time to time is to let my digital recorder rolling without letting them know that they will be captured on tape and wihout asking any questions or taunting them ( I don't think I have the necessary amount of blood to do that). I just let it to record for awhile ( I sometimes forget about it), then stop and replay it. I got a few things recently, like a female crying, moaning, whispers ( such as someone trying to get my attention by repeating: "...hey...hey..."), or a voice of a child or a powerful yell of a man.

 Though, my problem is that I can't, I don't want to open myself to them. Yeah, I'm curious about them, I want to know more, I keep my eyes wide open not to miss anything, but when it comes to communicate with them, I can't utter a word. It may be the fear that they could attach themselves to me in order to communicate, to get energy, or even to harm me or the others around me. I am not an investigator, I may be merely an Empath, but I have no experience in the paranormal field, so I try to handle all these the best I can.

  I promised myself that I'll try to manage this fear of them, fear that they might be all dark (because most of the people around here think that only bad or angry people loose their souls so they can't move on; I thought that too some time ago), and the fear of having them in my home. I am also working on my open mind (the Orthodox religion won't allow you anything like magic or traditional rituals of cleansing- for example saging your home, and most of all, I don't think it allows you to talk to spirits- you end up exorcised or accused of malevolent practice, defying the Holy Spirit and so on); I definitely believe in ghosts and in other aspects of the afterlife (I mean I think the Heaven and Hell are not the only final destinations), I definitely believe there is more for us to know, so extreme and old religious matters may have to wait when it comes to knowledge and self-defense (after all, it's a spiritual thing, so spiritual development seems a good instrument).  Then, maybe, when I'll grow up a little in this unusual world, maybe I'll try to communicate, to help or fight whatever that is around me.

 Side note: recently I kind of did a marathon of a show about hunting ghosts. Ghost Adventures, I'm sure you know it. It was a funny coincidence that I found this show right when the crew came in Romania. I think I learned a thing or two from that. Plus, I got Zak Bagans's "Dark World", which is a great book. I have to admit that most of my unanswered questions have been partially solved, but also raised another ones (questions and ideas that, if you ask me, should go to the pro's).

 Here are my questions and ideas (feel free to correct me):
    1. What about the Peasant ghosts? (I named them like that because I heard about spirits that aren't connected to a place or something, so they can roam around attaching themselves to places or people for awhile, but never actually stay until there's no other way but to banish them. A good friend of mine asked me how can someone indentify a spirit as a peasant one; well, I think it may manifest itself in the same ways everywhere it goes. Too bad that spirits do most of the things the same way, so I don't know if this theory will stand up.)
    2. Children spirits: could they be influenced by other spirits just like living children can be influenced by the adults?
    3. There is almost never a single spirit in a place, that I saw even for myself. Question is: on the other side, do these spirits regroup as reacting to an instinct of self-defense? Do they react to a still active social instinct or something?
       (Hint: you can search for Ghost Adventures' episode of Galka family who had lost their daughter- may her rest in peace; at some point, the crew gets responses from a group, not only from Melissa, and there were not only relatives, but also '...friends...'.)
    4. ... well, I guess I'll update it soon.

  So, this is my fair share of experiences with ghosts. Also, I may not be necessarily a fan of  the spooky all-of-a-sudden-appearances-straight-in-my-face, but if I have to live with it, at least to do it right...right?
  And because I must have bored you into a coma, I'll let you know that if you're interested, there's a new season of Ghost Adventures coming this Friday. I personally can't wait to see what did the crew find in my country, if they met Vlad the Impaler (maybe I should write about how do we, Romanians, see him?), and how did they develop both their gear and ways of investigating the paranormal.

    Until next posts, have a great time.



Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Let's start with the newest things

...and when I say that I want to talk about Pinterest, Twitter, Travel Channel and about this summer half-spent offline.

My metaphorical mental image about this summer.

  Pinterest : you can click on the word and there it is, the entire page of likes. Usually, that's what I do, I browse through pinboards, and just hit 'like' over a few things per day...okay, per hour...alright, alright, per half of hour. You can use tags or just pick a field of interest, a category listed by Pinterest and there you go!

 Travel Channel : now that I mention it, I reckon I should sue my cable provider for removing it from my program grid. But thumbs up! It's really great that I can watch episodes from my favorite shows on the website too. Plus, it has plenty of articles, sweeptakes and interesting videos. 
   ( You can even find me there, I'll share more about it soon, in another post.)

 Twitter : plus the address to my profile. Well, I have been on Twitter since 2011, but seeing that no one familiar would be there, because most of the people around my area are wandering all over Facebook, I kind of left it be as it was. Things changed though. I noticed that Twitter has no ads, and a lot of people use to keep things simple. And of course, as I wanted to get in touch with friends abroad, I came back here. And I honestly don't regret it at all! I found friends and common things to share with them, I found a taste for foreign places, for travelling, discovering and of course, stories, ideas. Yeah, sounds epic for some awesome tweets, I know, hehehe.

  Now, for the offline half of my holyday, I have to say that I feel blessed to be born and raised where I am right now. My hometown is a silent place, where usually no big things happen. Of course, it has its own fair share of stories and history, but for a holyday after one year spent in a chaotic huge city like Bucharest for my studies, Tulcea is the perfect quiet place to relax in. And of course, you'll find out more about my hometown and holydays in another post.


Tulcea overview.
  Now, I kind of missed the Perseids last night because the smart me wished to rain, so I could not see anything but clouds...well, except for a tree like sized waning moon. 
  So, by now I should leave for a walk. 
  Untill further posts, have a great time!





Stories for the road



    I'd drive for miles and miles with such a sight in front of my eyes. And with my favorite music playing in the background.
    I'd share stories, because what time more perfect than a storm on the road, or a campfire, or even just a simple evening to share a part of yourself with those who want to listen, to read, to see, to have a part of you shared?
    
    That's why I started this new blog. Part because I have plenty of foreign friends that I'd like to share more with in a common language, but mostly because my old blog has it's fair share of moments and stories. This one I guess it will be more or less personal, and ...ugh, I hate when ideas kick in, overwhelm me, then leave all of a sudden; but still, I'll manage this too.

Up till the next post, have a great time!