fantastic Revelation ( uneditade )

     The rain starts raining over the forest... and the dwelling of fantasy starts spreading thoughts allover the world giving the place a concentration of its' own. It looks as if the rain brings a verse to the tearful face of the one who decides to wonder and it also loooks like the opening of a different era, a road to innitiation of primordial stages taking one's mind to another more advanced level.
  As the beings emerge from behind the branches, magical wolves start chanting a song in the old forgotten language and call the  living to a secret gathering. In the middle of the woods there are figures painted on mist, winged ghosts made of antimaterial peaces and the * thinking thinkers*. They have a humanlike look only that they can use their brain upto full capacity. While they're talking they can think about the next thing they will say two days from now. Their friends, the weatherers control the rain judging by their feelings. Sky wars were created because of their different factions. Some were sad and called upon a short heavy torrent to wash their tears away while the others in a more stronger emotion summoned a fast emerging sun that would dry the rain away and clear up every pattern.
  The strongest by far are the Starriers. Warriors of the stars, they  are so marvelous for they are half human and half pegasus with the most amazing wings. Embroidery made of stardust make them establish the order of the night and fly over a darkened sky bringing dreams to ordinary people and controling their wishes not to mention the greatest desires through shooting stories cast into the simplest human mind....
  The starriers are preparing to close down the weatherers' rain and set out to the big cities where souls have to drown in an intense poetry.  The forest is so deep and the harmonious wings cover everything with a soft light of dust spreading a nice jasmine fragrance over the beings that dive into the world of subliminal sleep. If something goes wrong the starriers will bring disorder to the constelations so they are obliged to live in an objective peaceful state. A rebel starrier however falls from the sky and a concentrated human under the influence of lucide dreaming makes a wish at the window. He wants to find eternal love. The  fallen starrier recepting that superficial wish makes a last attempt to live eternaly and transfers his wings over to the human who awakes in a wild rage in the forest where the weatherers set up a thoughtful burst of rain for the fallen one. Human Starrier turns into a set of thoughts and his partially winged pegasus body brings up his desolation. Will he now fly with the others? No. He has no wish of doing so . He tears up his wings and because of his artistic feelings he starts decorating the trees with star fragments until he makes small drawings of magical signs. Then he creates a musical instrument from his tail using wood and his strong hairs as strings thus paying a tribute to the rainmaking weatherers who will now chant a variety of phenomena and then he pais tribute to the ghosty creatures and the thinking thinkers giving his soul to the first ones and his mind to the latter. His body is tribute to the ground along with the former rebel starrier and thus he is thankful for allover the place where his presence is felt there is a strong feeling of eternal and universal love....
  The forest has long since been forgotten by humans.... thus the storyteller  finished his bedtime story while keeping me all the time at high concentration power.
 But can the forest still be found?
Everyone can find it as long as something is given for the sake of joy and love.
  Today as years went by I have learned the meaning of tribute but I have also learned that giving and taking are both the same for nothing is unpayed by laws of nature be it good or ill... The one who gives will always receive and the one who gets will give unknowingly if not by free will. I always got what I gave however I am wondering of the concepts I must give in order to optain a truthful meaning... Another essential thing is that I should also give my patience for an answer and when a soul is in its' right state  the perfect symbol will appear out of nowhere and then with only two or three simple words I might learn the identifying of inner ballance so as to turn myself into a starrier and reset my world for the right recipe of sweet nightly dreams.