Good evening everybody, (hello sallieART I don´t forget about you).
I’m sorry for left you yesterday with the desire to know what my secret was. After talking with Sallie (sallieART), I´ve decided to post it for all of you.
I´m going to tell you why I started to paint 2 years ago.
Well it isn´t nothing special. The main thing is to believe in yourself, and the other I think more important is the inspiration. My inspiration was a dream, a wonderful dream, that I will tell.
The real reason I started painting and more eager than ever was because one night sleeping, I began to dream and in the middle of that dream that I was with my father quietly in the depot where we kept the bus with my father works. (I was a boy of 10-12 years), then to my surprise, my father says:
-Pete, catch the bus and park it cause I’m tired.
I knew it was a dream, and I could do whatever I wanted, but I said:
‘Dad, I can´t drive the bus, I remember you that I´m a little guy and I can´t drive it. So I wait you inside the depot.
Once inside everything changed, it was a kind of living room with vaulted ceilings but naturally formed (as natural catacombs). I walked over to a large table that was in the back of the room, the atmosphere was gloomy and wet, I advanced to the table and I was waiting for my father there.
There were tons of people circulating from one place to another, but I didn´t recognize anyone. Everyone was strangely dressed, they worn other time´s robes and clothes. When I turned the gaze back toward the table´s front, it was all surrounded by men who I didn´t know, all they waiting and taking things out on the table.
Among them a kind of map or something similar. I turned my head again looking for someone (my father had to be near), but I didn´t found him.
Instead, I saw a woman dressed in a thick dark brown tunic, approaching the narrow front of the table. I noticed something strange, a feeling of total calm, pause, peace, serenity and relief, as if the world had stopped or finished, but in that time I didn´t care what would have happened to the world.
I was there, watching as she approached the table, but she didn´t walk, rather it was an effect as if the whole room, the table, all of us and the whole catacomb were approaching her.
As everything was being pulled by her presence, the closer we were, she was opening her arms to the waist and with their hands up. She had the head a little bent, but when she was almost touching the table, she was turning it and looked at me, (the truth is that she intimidated me), but it was unique her face came off a halo of bluish eternity, it was a wonderful feeling .
Meanwhile everyone else was with his head down and bowing to the lady, and one of them put out his arm and left that kind of map in front of her and me.
Suddenly extended her right hand and she offered it to me, and when my hand move closer her hand, I merged with her light and I grabbed her hand gently. Her name came up of my mouth. Staring at her and with my eyes bathed in that blue halo, who turned my tears into a sea of peace:
– Mary.
We look together that kind of map and she said:
– Peter, we have to find him.
I simply mesmerized by her warmth, hearing those words over and over again, like a whisper in my head. And I simply nodded.
Then I did a gesture with my head, all the others who were at the table said in unison:
– Yes, we have to find him.
That map was in front of my eyes, my hand was still clinging to Mary, but she was gone.
And then I promised to “find” him as I promised the blue halo´s lady:
– Mother! I’ll find him.
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I hope you liked it, I have it burned into my mind. Feel free to comment on what you want, if you have similar stories that inspired you, motivated you, etc..
I have my arms open.
Thank you all.
P. Melitón.
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