For the dreamer

Written and created by J.M. Roque da silva

Edited and Co-written by L. Zaharova

The Netherlands

Copyright owners JM Roque da Silva & L. Zaharova

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     By J.M. Roque da silva &

     Laura Zaharova

First Edition 12/2019

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I A boy lost in Ethereal mist

II Awakening in a concrete jungle

III The color of the daughter of light

IV The peaceful sword

V Six

VI Astral clouds

VII Inside the rabbit’s hole

VIII Shadow beyond the void

IX Shugo & Ken

X Heap of Dust

XI The Story of the Broken Iginí

XII Search & Destroy

XIII Hide & Seek

XIV Metal inquisitors

XV Parallel perspectives

XVI Obscure melodies

XVII The Shadow of the Black Snake

XVIII Pink mirror and marble squares

‘’There was only one way for the alchemist, and that was the way to the mountain. Although he knew that it would be hard. He grabbed his bag and announced it.’’

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my dear girlfriend, my family, and my fellow human family. Back in the days, living in a big family, I spent most of my time at my grandmother’s house. I was always the boy that asked great questions, questions even my parents couldn’t understand. Finally, the day has come, that the story I have worked on for 7 years, takes off. I couldn’t do it without my beloved girlfriend, because without her, this story would have never existed in the world. Well, you see, my dear reader, I myself have dyslexia. So, you might understand what it was for me to edit my own work. Almost impossible. The beauty of co-operation is that you can combine multiple skills and act as one unit. That’s why my main dedication goes to Laura, for always believing in me and my creative mind, but without you, this would never have happened. Without your help, I never would have picked up writing again, you gave me that possibility. Even though I wrote lyrics for several songs, unconsciously I was preparing for this one. I inspire you, as a reader, to always surround yourself with people who spark your soul, and deepest desires. Also to the people who ask you to always be your best and keep perfecting that unique skill you have. That itself, is boundless, infinite possibilities. That’s why I gave you a part of my soul. To inspire you, to imagine beyond the borders of your limitations.

Prologue

It was calm before she arrived. Devastated hearts of men, drifted into unknown sadness, ignorant, but in a blissful state. Everything seemed to end well after the new elections of the mature society. Yet the vicious rumours and stories about a dark conspiracy continued to circulate, and so the light shone upon these questions. The facts surfaced above water empowering the people that stood before the government of the world. A war against humanity began, bombarded with lies and propaganda. Influencers once loved by many, used to set forth a dark agenda, beneficial for their own needs. When a mysterious artificial entity assisted the rebellion, more woke up into a nightmare. Humanity came together and fought against the 14.23.15, and it came to pass when dens all over the world burned down. Nobody knew who or what the entity behind the letter was that helped them, but the people were grateful. Some thought it was a group of intelligent people inside the government, and some thought it was a group of extra dimensional beings, assisting our brains to connect new patterns beyond what was programmed. Just before humanity began to recover, and to resume their mundane way of living, intimacy became normal and discrimination began to disappear.

Unfortunately, the powerful storm came. A storm that caused the country to separate. Earth’s crust shattered and destroyed what we always knew and loved. Beautiful residential areas, capitals, and forests were victims of the furious roar consuming everything in its way. Then, tremendous seas withdrew. One by one, the power of the big hurricanes swallowed them. Then the tidal wave came. A message from Mother Nature. After her retribution, she destroyed one-fourth of the earth. Humanity fell again, they couldn’t stand against the power of nature, but it came to pass. Pain caused the nations to come together. 2% of the animal kingdom were extinct and 2/4 of mankind had survived the fierce purification of mother nature. Humanity was forced to come together and build back what they had lost. Miracles happened through their reunification. The once oppressing rulers of the 14.23.15 where no more in charge, creating harmony the civilisation had never experienced before. Again, individuals left and took their own direction again. Years went by, and humanity began to recover itself. New cities were built, and a new civilisation emerged. Some became stronger, and some became wiser. But a smaller part experienced something special. Something mankind was ready for. I welcome you to the beginning of the age of the Silver age. And so it started…

“Only by breathing deep into the depths of his soul, the warrior could see the bigger picture.”

I

On a vintage old tape, Neville spoke in the murky background forever changing its shape; “So, all the little icons in the world that people worship – these are the little things called “error”; and one day you will discover the true God. And when you discover the true God, you will find that He is all within your own wonderful being, as your own wonderful, human imagination….

A BOY LOST IN ETHEREAL MIST

“Did you forget who you truly are?”, whispered the wind.

It’s ominous. The lights are already off, even before the Sun has risen. It seemed strange to the boy - usually, they would be still on around this time. He wandered through the murky road, lost in his restless thoughts. He didn’t even know the street, but he didn’t care. His shadow covered him. Occupied by the conversation with himself, he walked through the empty, narrow road.

The Moon was shining its cold rays of mystery. The fog had a luminescent bright, light pinkish glow. It didn’t sway his attention. The time ticked away, minutes going by. He strode through the streets of the dry city, cozy but it felt odd, yet the obscure scene did not affect him.

Footsteps echoed through the street with repetition, and his sneakers made the music of a tap dancer. He contemplated about the moments when something seems wrong with your ordinary activities.

He reflected, ‘Time? What is it truly? A kind of program in a system just like in a computer? Sometimes it feels like it’s lucid, it doesn’t add up. Especially when you’re doing something you like, the time is up before you know it.’

He looked at his red watch and saw the seconds pass by slowly.

“I already knew that I would be walking home in the dark,” the boy mumbled. “But never thought time would pass by so quickly. It’s so fragile.”

‘I don’t even know what I just did,’ he thought as he stopped in front of a pole with a blue plate attached to its top.

There was a street name on it. He peered at the board and narrowed his eyes, but it was too little to see what was written on the tiny blue board. The boy took a closer look, but what he read was not what he foresaw.

The Big Gate

‘Strange, I have never heard of that street before,’ thought the boy. A drop of water fell into the lagoon of his mind, sparking a ripple in his soul. It astonished him, but his mind couldn’t perceive why. Like it was speaking in a language unknown.

“What a strange name. The Big Gate of what?”, he asked out loud. “I don’t even know this street.”

Although he didn’t know it, he entered the odd-looking street in reverie. He dwelled into the foggy street full of curiosity, with his inner dialogue continuing as usual…

Kicking rocks and garbage scattered over the road. A waste, he thought. However, reflection upon himself consistently did well for him, drifting into an unusual meditation, speaking from within, that drove him calm and collected. Nobody around him to tell him anything, it was only him asking questions. Questions the kids from school probably would have made fun of, therefore protected in his own little bubble of comfort. His attention was of short term, easily distracted by his surroundings, amazed by the small gems hidden in a concrete city. He noticed a red flower penetrating concrete. Impressed by the small gem, he asked himself how it was possible, inhaling the sweat fragrance off its elegance. That phenomenon warmed his soul, finding the force of nature impeccable. However, that was short term as the gleaming cloud of mist became denser, his questions turned.

“This place looks very vague. It looks angelic.” He ran his hand through his hair while he observed.

He had to chuckle a little. It looked like he had just woken up and was introduced to the remarkable scene surrounding him. Although he was still in bewilderment, the scene didn’t impress him. It was as if his mind wasn’t in the mood for elegance and wonder.

‘What an atmosphere,’ he reflected when finally the beauty glanced in front of his eyes. ‘Seems thick, like a dense fog or plasma, just as if everyone had been smoking a pipe or those FAPER’s with which you can make thick clouds. No, it’s much fatter than that garbage. Maybe Ken knows what it is.’

“Shit!”, he halted, because he remembered.

His voice reflected and bounced through the hollow street, synchronised by his heart skipping beats.

“I have to be home on time for our Spiiik meeting about Suu!”, he said out loud and rolled back his sleeves and peeked at his digital red watch with golden bars lining the rims.

11:11. It stressed him because he didn’t want to miss it. He sought around for a quicker route.

There he stood in the middle of the road, amongst the small Dutch homes with traditional Dutch architecture with a few thin trees. Either part of the street had a walkway with protruding grey, square, uneven stones with narrow paths along the avenue. The boy ceased and pondered about a shorter route back home. He visualised a map and calculated his way back.

“Maybe this street?”, he questioned eagerly as he paused before a vacant road.

He glanced into the narrow street, feeling curious about his new discovery. It was nothing for him to be lost. He always knew where he was.

‘In some way,’ he thought while he walked towards the street.

It was dark, and it was barricaded with two fences that blocked the path so cyclists couldn’t rush into the avenue. Bushes and wild plants of different kinds covered the street.

‘If I walk along this route, I will probably cut a bit off,’ he thought with the confidence of his accurate calculation.

He didn’t linger a moment longer and rushed down the narrow street. But was it really that accurate? The thought slipped through his mind. He took a short run-up and hopped over the metal fence like a free-runner. He ran around 100 meters through the dark path. He could no longer see the sky through the thick bushes and plants above him.

It was rather exciting for him because he couldn’t see anything. That brought a slight smile to his face, but soon he saw the end approaching, as the end of the path was lit. Full of joy he ran down the street and ended up on a dark street with dimmed light from an old-fashioned lamppost. Still a dark place, but it looked more familiar. He ran onto the sidewalk but realised something.

“What is Suu...”

But suddenly he slammed his nose and fell on the ground.

“Ouch!!! What the hell?!”, he said, rubbing his bruised nose, patting his burning butt, suppressing tears forming in his eyes.

The man’s bag fell to the ground, and many things rolled out of his bag - spices, gold coins, metal materials, and unusual objects. A smaller piece that shined like the Northern Star bounced on the street and passed by the boy’s eyes. The sound of the mysterious object was distinctive from the others. It had a rich and high tone, like a crystal bouncing on a solid plate. The vibration echoed against his eardrums, immediately striking him. He looked around and had no idea what had just happened. As he recovered from his fall, he saw a strange figure in front of him.

‘Who is that?’

He felt ashamed, peering to the ground, avoiding eye contact.

“Sorry, sir, I was…”, said the boy, but the man panicked and began searching for his things on his bare knees.

‘How odd, he looks weird,’ the boy pondered, staring at the man.

He reminded the boy of hobo looking guys, he kept observing him.

The man was collecting his things while mumbling unrecognisable words. It seemed like the man didn’t even notice him, making it all even stranger. The boy had trouble understanding what the Wanderer was saying, yet he was curious and concentrated. He focussed his attention and tuned in to the odd man to understand his words. He sneaked closer to the strange Wanderer trying to make it inconspicuous but still couldn’t figure it out. The man seemed to speak gibberish to the boy, fascinating him. It was all very strange to him, yet he liked it.

He seemed to look for something specific, making it all suspicious. The boy looked around, the items were spread all over the place, scattered over the main road. Like the bag of the Wanderer had exploded. He recognised the items, but it didn’t make any sense as to why a wanderer like him would carry such things.

‘What can you do with these things?’, the boy contemplated.

Suddenly he saw it, shinning in the corner of his eye. The strange small luminous object immediately caught his attention.

‘What would that be,’ he wondered as he wiped his pants and stood up.

“Sorry, Sir,” the boy paused, “I’m in a rush. My confused head makes me a little out of the moment sometimes, I guess. I was high up in the clouds,” the boy said and had to chuckle.

He thought it was funny, but the Wanderer didn’t respond.

“I’m not really here today,” he said but still no response.

He sank through his knees and began to help the Wanderer, but the man kept muttering to himself and advantageously ignored him.

‘This is strange,’ the boy thought. ‘Why doesn’t he say anything?’

The boy assumed that the man was probably trying to avoid eye or actually any contact. Or maybe he didn’t really care about the incident? The Wanderer seemed to only be concerned about his things. They were a lot, and the man didn’t collect them. He rather pushed them aside.

That made the boy wonder, ‘but what is it that he is searching for? Is it something special? Is it valuable?’

“Uh… Sir?”, said the boy with gentle manners.

Desperately the boy kept asking and asking, but it was hopeless, impossible to have eye contact with the strange man.

Now the boy was getting pissed off, but he came closer. ‘That weirdo seemed to turn his head aside every time I tried to make eye contact.’ The boy was not someone who gave up that easily. He couldn’t stand the idea of somebody ignoring him, especially when they were standing right in front of him.

‘Does he think he’s better than me? You don’t know me, sir!’, thought the boy in his cocky mind.

But yet the dirty clothes and the large coat, with strange symbols, made the Wanderer too damn mysterious for the boy. He couldn’t let it go, it attracted him for some, annoying to him, reason. He couldn’t stand it, it was disrespectful. So the mysterious mood drifted into a darker one, making the boy notice new things.

‘He’s all dirty. He smells, his torn hat is all messed up. Why would you even wear a hat in such weather? The man just kept scrambling through his stuff, as if he cared only about one thing.’ The boy sneaked closer to the man and moved his head sideways so his ear had a better range. The boy didn’t want to come too close, because the Wanderer was too dirty for him. He also absolutely didn’t want to touch somebody like that. The strong musky, alcoholic scent that was coming from the Wanderer determined the range of how close he would get.

He kept sneaking closer and closer, but the man kept moving, making the boy very annoyed. After a few failed attempts, the boy finally picked up a word again, it still wasn’t enough. He couldn’t do anything with just a no. It was not in his nature to give up. He finally understood. Still, it was not enough, but it was enough to make some sense.

“No, no! No, no!”, said the Wanderer. “I must not lose it! It must be here somewhere! I just had it! It can’t be!”

The Wanderer kept muttering in a strange, steamy tone. Now it was all very confusing. The boy’s mood shifted. He didn’t know what he was doing or why he was in such a hurry. Then it hit him - ‘why do I even care?’.

The Wanderer kept ignoring the boy, but suddenly he noticed the strange object again, which caught his attention. The light blue light reflected off of the object like it was asking for it to be seen. He stepped closer to the item and narrowed his eyes, focusing his gaze on it. It was very small, like a tiny glowing object that had fallen from the sky, gleaming like a star. It had an aura, glowing astral wings, as if it radiated tremendous warmth as it felt the vibrations connecting with its heart. It was as if a magnet was pulling his attention to it, almost forcing him to pay attention to it. As he stared at the object, everything surrounding him seemed to fade away.

It was shiny, with 7 or 8 corners? It looked like something the boy had never seen before or had he? Was it a star? He was in deep reverie as he strode quietly towards the object with his heart pounding faster.

‘No, I’ve never seen anything like this before,’ thought the boy while suddenly feeling extremely joyful.

“Sir,” said the boy. “Sir!”, shouted the boy again as he pointed his finger at the strange object that was just ahead of him.

“What is that?”, he asked politely, fascinated by the object.

The boy went on his knees and reached for the object, but before he picked it up, the Wanderer abruptly stopped muttering and moving. Suddenly everything around them got silent, and the boy froze feeling scared.

“Hey!”, the Wanderer shouted.

It shocked the boy. It was the first time he made contact and said something. The Wanderer walked quietly to him, while it impressed the boy, it was still funny to him, because everything about this man was so strange, even the way he walked.

The Wanderer was bending his head towards him, his head was moving in such uncomfortable directions and strange positions and his expression turned into a big question mark. He leaned back again.

“No, no... It is not possible? It’s not possible,” the man mumbled, while the boy had become anxious and swallowed the lump in his throat.

The words made little sense, the man was now saying the same words as moments before but in a different unordinary tone. The Wanderer turned his head strangely while strange noises pearled through his dirty beard. The unusual attitude of the man made the boy nervous. His mouth rolled in all directions as if he took a bite in a lemon. The man stepped quietly closer to the boy.

“Ke ... k ... can you see that, young fellow?”, the man asked confused.

The boy looked him in his eyes, but now he felt even more confused than the Wanderer. How could he find out what was going on? There wasn’t any real progress, as the Wanderer only kept saying the same sentence, repeating himself over and over again.

“Uh… Yes? I can see it,” answered the boy, trying not to show how puzzled he was.

The Wanderer’s confused voice and convulsive movements made the boy chuckle a little. Although he considered it funny, he was still shaken. He was stepping back step by step while the strange man strode closer to the boy.

The Wanderer seemed surprised and relieved, letting out a strange, inhumane chuckle. The boy was not sure what to expect anymore. It was getting terrifying, his smile was not exactly friendly, it looked more like a smile of the Godfather of an old classic. The boy tried to contain his smile, he tightened his face, but he could not resist it, and he laughed loudly. The two laughed together, but still, it didn’t take away the strange feeling of the bizarre situation. Suddenly the man stopped laughing and, in one split of a second, he was silent and serious while the boy was still laughing. It startled the boy. Suddenly he was the only one laughing, his voice echoed through the quiet street while his heart skipped a beat. Before the boy could even react, the man walked towards the boy, bowed his head away and continued acting weird. With a strange attitude that the boy had never seen before. The man kept coming closer. The weather got very misty, changing its mood, reflecting the scene. The boy could not place the strange behaviour of the man. Suddenly intense energy came over the boy, stiffening him, paralysing him, like he was frozen in time. He felt as if he was turned into a stone statue. It took away all control he had over his body and muscles. At the same time the man approached, and the boy became anxious.

‘W… Wa... What is happening to me? I can’t move…’, thought the boy as he panicked in his mind.

He tried everything but nothing seemed to work. The only thing he could do was think.

‘What is this feeling?’

It felt like an enormous magnetic force kept his body under control, vibrating so strong that he could no longer move. The Wanderer kept coming closer and closer. The boy looked the Wanderer straight in his eyes, not because he wanted to, but because the power that stopped him from moving, forced him to. The pressure became heavier and even more powerful. It seemed as if he was getting heavier too.

‘What the hell is this?’, the boy thought as the floor below him seemed to melt.

A high-pitched tone came into his mind. The loud noise was high in tone and ringing. The intense sound was getting louder and louder, completely taking over his senses. It was the only thing left the boy could perceive, but the Wanderer was coming closer seemed to talk. The boy couldn’t understand any of it because of the loud tone that was increasing in volume bit by bit.

Suddenly time stopped. The moment stood still like an abstract photo. The boy observed the scene that was dividing itself.

The images moved as single fragments from one to another. Each part drifted apart, and pieces crisscrossed like lucid, loose puzzle pieces through the ethereal sky.

It seemed like he was being pulled apart and his body didn’t know what or how to feel anymore. His mind was overloading, it was not ready to process all of this. The loose fragments came together again and time went on as if it never happened. The boy still felt exactly the same and still felt stuck in this invisible power.

He didn’t understand what was happening, he felt like he was being pulled out of his body. The boy became anxious when that idea rushed through his ignorant mind. At that moment, that idea became the reality, as if he had manifested what he was afraid of. He saw the man’s mouth move.

‘Is he talking?’, thought the boy.

His vision was slowly fading away.

‘What... The energy is too strong… I don’t understand. Where’s the noise?! Bring me back the noise, that was better than this crap!’, the boy thought.

The power was too strong and dragged the boy’s consciousness out of his body while his sight shifted between realities. He tried with all of his willpower to keep himself into his body, but the heavy pressure thoroughly buzzing through his body prevented him from moving.

“No! I can’t end like this!”, he screamed in his mind while he felt like he was dying.

His sight was no longer where it was supposed to be. The pressure was becoming stronger and stronger. It sucked his soul out of his body through the eyes of the Wanderer. The Wanderer’s cold stare seemed to come closer and closer to the boy’s murky vision. It felt like his soul was drifting right through the air. The boy saw his own body in the corners of his vision. He was still where he was standing seconds ago, stiffened and frozen into a brick of an empty vessel. Things were running through his mind while he assumed that he was dying. He thought it was the end, and this demon wanted his soul. The last thing he wanted was to be lunch for a foolish demon.

He couldn’t do anything anymore. In his mind he said a prayer, expressing how grateful he was for his life. At that moment he lost control and thought that the only thing he could do was to give up. Strange, abstract light patterns danced around the soul of the boy. The wanderer was taking his soul, and like a cloud of smoke, it sucked the boy’s soul into the eye of the Wanderer. He only felt the strong magnetic power pulling him. Electric vibrations pulsating through his soul. Stunning him, melting his consciousness.

‘What kind of feeling is this?’

Thoughts were running through his mind. White, light orbs, pinkish and gold soared through the air, and some lightning rays passed his perspective.

“Wow! Is that me? I can see myself there! This is…”, the boy said.

He certainly didn’t want to end up like this. The Wanderer’s eyes had turned into a black hole. Everything surrounding them had changed into an abstract energy form. It turned into ethereal light. It was getting dark slowly, and it seemed as if the man’s eye was swallowing everything in. The patterns and abstract geometry disappeared and the last light left the boy like the dim light of a clear sunset.

The boy remained aware when his soul dropped into the dark pit of nothingness. As the gust blew ice cold, he crashed into the pitch black floor, entering a pitch black realm. He seemed to be fine and felt no pain at all. However, the boy didn’t like dark places, and now he saw blackness, as if his eyes were closed.

“Where am I? Hello?…”, his voice echoed through the black space.

He woke up in a black void. There was no light. The room felt large and empty. He woke up in a room of absolute nothingness. It made him anxious, he didn’t like dark places, especially if he couldn’t see anything, but he was aware again, that was a relief.

“Am I dead?”, he asked himself.

It was so quiet in the space that the only thing he heard was his own echo that faded into nothingness. Although the scary man was gone, the black space he fell into was not making anything better for him. He still felt anxious. The boy stretched out his hands to feel nothing in front of him.

“There is absolutely nothing here,” whispered the boy. “All I hear are my own thoughts echoing like an… Echo? What kind of place is this? I have never experienced anything like this before...Hello?!”

Is it me you are looking for?

The boy laughed a little.

‘Could it be that I am here alone with my consciousness? Or did he just kidnap my consciousness? Am I in the eye of that weird guy? Am I now only my awareness?’

He squeezed his cheek to feel whether he still had any feeling of his body at all.

“Au! Hu?”

When the electrical wave struck him, he realised, ‘I still have my body, but it feels so strange. Not normal…’

He looked at his chest and was shocked by what he saw. His body had changed into a transparent plasma shape that shined a little light. He looked at his hands and was surprised. He saw all his Nadi’s. All his energy centres, veins, and canals that were made of light, gleaming like a rainbow. He had only seen it on the Internet and never thought it was real. But now he witnessed it for himself. It impressed him, and he observed his whole body.

“Roku, that is your name, right?”, asked a strange female voice that was so loud that it seemed to come from everywhere.

The voice echoed through the dark space. It surprised Roku when he heard the unknown voice speak. He still looked confused, but there was nothing at all. He didn’t see anyone or anything. The only thing he saw was blackness with a little light coming from himself.

“Do you know me? Hey?! Where are you?”, the boy finally yelled, with his voice echoing through. “Hello?!”

Then a barely visible, white light shone down his feet. He spun towards the strange light. He was shocked by what he saw. Suddenly there was someone surrounded by the same white light that he just saw. The light was so intense that Roku had to narrow his eyes. His eyes had to get used to the bright, white light that came from the voice that whispered his name.

Slowly but surely Roku began to get used to the light and started seeing contours appear. Still, it was strong because he was used to the blackness. But he was too curious and had to know now.

‘Is it a woman who floats in front of me?’, he wondered.

Her hair fluttered through her cosmic energy waving through the ethereal space.

“Hey, who are you?”, he shouted.

She replied. He saw her mouth move but he couldn’t hear her.

“What? I can’t understand you! Could you talk a little louder?”

The light was getting closer, and the contours became clearer.

“Who are you?”, Roku asked the woman.

“Hahaha! Calm down, my child. One question at a time. My name is…”, the woman said.

Roku couldn’t hear her name like the sound went mute for a second there. Then the woman floated towards him.

“I am that what your ancient elders call Watchers, the Guardian of the Light,” she said.

“What? Guardian of the Light? What do you mean exactly?”, asked Roku.

The Watcher chuckled and explained, “I watch over the human development of your collective spiritual evolution. My job is to get the individuals ready for the next step in your paradigm. Our meeting is no coincidence.”

Her explanation only confused Roku more. Even though she looked nice, for some weird reason, he thought the woman was inside of the Wanderer’s eye. Because where else could she come from?

“Wait, a minute! You go too fast. What? A Guardian of the Light, Watcher? I’m lost”, Roku asked and felt skeptical.

He scratched his head, questioning the idea in his mind. I met you, that’s no coincidence. Guardian of the Light? Roku played with the explanation in his head, but he realised that he finally has the date he has been waiting for so long. He dropped his head down to the ground in defeat.

“Goodbye, my dear…” but before he could finish his sentence, the female Deity hit him on the back of his head. “Au!”

“Hey, come out of your weird daydream. This is not your end!”

“That hurt! Hey, what was that for, Mrs. the Light Guardian of the light, that’s not very peaceful of you,” he said.

Then Roku started to feel ashamed because he began to realise that the Guardian could hear his thoughts, also the thoughts he was thinking now.

“Yes, indeed, I can hear what you think. That you didn’t notice. Youth…,” she sighed and hovered over to Roku, who was now even more confused than half a minute ago.

She looked straight at Roku with her crystal blue eyes and said, “Roku, you always thought there was more than you were told.”

“Uhm, yes, that’s right,” he answered. “But how do you know... I mean, do you know me?”

“You are very easy to read (cough), you woke up again as a child when you were 6 years old, by the age of 9 you thought materialism and false propaganda consumed the world while the nation grew. You thought illusions and flattery deceived humanity. You finally turn 13 and, The world was being led by the curses of fear and hatred and its deadly diseases. You see that everything is checked by a group and you found out that you can not trust everything that is presented to you,” the Guardian said, reading his past.

“Yes, that’s right. I don’t know where it comes from though.” He laughed and felt relieved to be understood finally.

“I’m sorry to say it, boy, but you’re pretty messed up.”

“Why?”, the boy asked.

“I can give you an explanation for it. In those times, you knew what would happen in the future. The short visions, the intense visualisations, made you feel an intense warmth in your hands. No control over your emotions and telepathic gifts, such as flying in your biggest dreams.”

Roku looked at her with admiration. It was as if the words the Guardian were his own words as if she could read his deepest thoughts. The world he fought with, constantly adjusting and matching, wanting to be part of. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Everything has only gotten worse over the last few years. I think it’s because of the big storm or the war,” Roku said.

Not for him though. He remembered what Nanoko did when she left.

He growled and swallowed the lump in his throat and asked, “Guardian of the Light, that is all true. But what do you have to do with this? And how the hell do you know all those things about me? Do you know me?”

The Guardian laughed. Her smile was pure, gentle and warm, and it immediately comforted him. Her voice had a kind of meditative effect on him. So pure, but so recognisable. An intense wave of love that saturated the dark dimension with a pure glow illuminating the space struck Roku. He saw the astral dimension, and it seemed as if the curtain finally opened. The aura of Roku and that of the Light Guardian became visible, and Roku looked around filled with curiosity. He didn’t know what he was seeing.

“Wow! This is great!”, he expressed cheerfully. “Previously I saw nothing of my body, just a kind of energy body, but now there is depth and contrast. There is form and I see my body again.” Roku looked at the Guardian with a big satisfied smile. “This is nice!”

She smiled, and her smile was so beautiful; it reminded him of someone, but who?

“Roku,” she said calmly. “Try to imagine something.”

“What do you mean?”, he asked. “Should I just think about it and see it in front of me?”

“No, not entirely. See, feel, smell and be the object. Become one with the object or thing that it is that you visualise,” said the Guardian calmly.

Roku closed his eyes and started concentrating. The first thing that came to his mind was Link from The Legend of Zelda.

“But I can as well…”, the young Roku began to sneak. “Hmmm, round, clean, soft, hmm, large, and…” Pouf

Suddenly, the object manifested in front of Roku and the Guard.

“Open your eyes, Roku!”

He opened his eyes and saw the princess of the game standing in front of him, exactly as he had visualised her but the real human version. Roku started chuckling again, but a tap on the back of his head from the Guard abruptly interrupted him.

“Okay,” she said, disappointed. “I would have expected something better from you, Roku, but boys will always be boys.”

She also had to laugh about it, but she tried to stay professional.

The young Roku started laughing uncontrollably, “Wow, madam, what happened, how did I do this?”

He closed his eyes again. And ... POOF! A Katana appeared in front of his eyes. He grabbed the floating sword immediately, he couldn’t believe his eyes and started to wave enthusiastically with his new creation.

“Haiya!”, he shouted swinging the sword.

He tried everything, invented different techniques, and that thrilled him. It was the sword he had always wanted, it even looked exactly like he had imagined. Looking closely, he saw that it had a tiny, shiny crystal in the lower part of the blade. The Guardian laughed at Roku’s enthusiasm.

“Check my moves, Guardian of the Light!”

She growled in return, “Roku? Can I get your attention again?”

“Ow, sorry, madam!”, he apologised shyly. He ran back to the Guardian with a red face full of shame, “Sorry, ma’am, the sword, it feels so good, so good that I almost forgot what I was doing.”

“That’s okay,” she said kindly. “Anyway, you asked me to tell you where we were, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m very curious about where we are!”

“So here’s your answer. We are now in the fourth dimension.”

“Ahh! That makes everything clearer, I think. I have read that it is the dimension where our thoughts come from or am I wrong?”

“Yes! That’s right, Roku. This is the place where our thoughts live. Our thoughts are living frequencies, and here you can see that the power of your thought is very powerful. It shapes, creates, awakens life and manifests itself in all shapes and sizes. They can also destroy. Your thought is a powerful tool that you have received, but with which you also must be very responsible.”

Roku looked at her sadly. What was said, thought and felt appeared as fractal images. Thoughts flew over his head like energy images and disappeared again in the flowing waves of dancing energy. The images of war, hatred, betrayal, love, loss, and new life flew past them because that was what Roku felt in his heart.

“I can see it,” he turned sadly. “So, we have produced the world which we live in.”

The Guardian nodded. “That’s how you see it, kid. That’s your perspective.”

But Roku didn’t have a clue what she was talking about anymore.

“That’s a prison, Roku. I don’t know why you carry so much sadness in your heart. There is no reason to be disappointed. You can’t always do something about it, that’s life. We call that free will. The beauty of life. So many options, so many potentials. It’s not over, Roku. Stop being so hard on yourself. You have a good heart, I know that. Try to find the beauty of it,” she said and put her hand on his head.

Roku felt comforted by her loving warmth. Her friendly attitude immediately put a smile on his face. She lifted her hand from his head, and Roku wiped his tear away.