Just for you

Unexpectedly, the warrior stumbled and fell down, because the branches she rested herself on started to tremble. The whole tree was pulsating, leaping and laughing at something.

“What is going on?” Rina asked.

However, looking at the bark of the tree bending in all directions and creaking, she didn’t keep serious for long and burst out laughing too. Suddenly, the tree became silent and looked grave again.

“Why do people have so many perplexing and confusing points of view?”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” the girl replied.

“You all want to do things and perceive things only by means of the learnt methods,” the tree continued. “The tale carved in my bark has appeared just for you, while you keep worrying how to read it. Look more attentively and you will find out from, the beginning till the end. Please, don’t read it the way you had been learnt to do, read it in some new ways,” the primaeval tree advised. The warrior wanted to ask what that new way of perceiving things was, but finally gave up.

“Don’t ask me if I know how to read the tale. My role is only to reveal to you what is to be revealed.”

The primaeval creature moved slower and slower, as if the inner sap gradually congealed inside of it.

“I am so tired, my dear. Forgive me, but I have to leave you. Good Luck in your journey!”

The girl leaned her head on the carved bark; her fingers were slipping through the rough crevices of the tale reaching the nooks of the secret letters; words touched Rina’s skin and went deeper into her. Three lost precious stones of The Abyss, once stolen out from the Depth, were hidden somewhere on the border of the known worlds. One of them went to the bottom of the dark, stormy ocean. A lot of sailors kept on looking for it, but without any success. The power of the lost precious stones made the sailors easily forgetful and lost, heading for nowhere until they met their own death. Rina didn’t know what the meaning of the lost precious stones was, but she knew now the direction of her journey. The jaguar appeared out of the blue again; ready to guide the warrior into the unfurling events.

(Photography by Sarolta Ban)

The essential meanings

Rina settled down to sleep. She wasn’t afraid of anything; the whole darkness, the weird, but radiant whispers and ripples she had gotten to know very well before. The roots of the up-side down trees got entangled in the purpose of nocturnal chats; maybe they talked about the golden-haired warrior who returned to the primaeval woods. However, Rina was too tired to listen to them. Her inner silence made her fall asleep soon.

The following day, some dancing rays of light woke the girl up, shining straight into her face. Rina opened her eyes and reminded herself of the journey that she had set out on; then, she smiled, sensing the presence of The Unknown around her whole being. The girl sprinkled some water on her face, packed up the traveling sack and went about the morning meal. The place where she found a shelter in was covered with the crawling branches of a nearby tree. Rina found herself distracted by something she couldn’t define.

“What is going on?” the girl wondered.

Finally, the nearby tree forced Rina to turn round by a rampant movement of its branches, trying to make the girl see.

There were some glowing words carved out in the trunk that conveyed the message. However, it was hard to understand the primaeval language of the Abyss since it hasn’t been spoken for a long time. Moreover, the words were very vibrant and alive; ever-changeable. The warrior found that language very close to her heart and although she didn’t know the meanings of the carvings, she sensed the energy hidden in the words, their other essential meanings. Rina thought about her guide, Avin. There weren’t any stories he couldn’t decipher…

Looking for guidance

Rina lay down on the softness of the leaves and rested her head comfortably on a traveling sack. Taking her to another world, the transeeing made its magic. The black, starry sky seemed an immense ocean where the ships voyaged with sails flossy like a haze. Only the undisturbed duration did matter there, nobody measured the time since there weren’t any points of reference. The land was always lost, never visible, neither the beginning nor end, though the sailors kept sailing for somewhere, they possessed the maps of wishes, of what to discover and conquer. Rina felt ready to travel on one of those ships; however she didn’t know how to get on it.

“You should go down the stream,” The brotherly animal of the future advised. “The stream goes straight to the ocean.”

The girl looked at her companion surprised.

“How come that you know my thoughts?”

“The things you look at carry a lot of meanings,” the phantom replied.

“Everything depends on the eyes that look.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some eyes see only what they want to see, being blind to other meanings. The starry, ocean-like sky gave you a meaning, but remember, one meaning is not enough; the understanding needs the whole circulation of meanings.”

“Thank you for your guidance.”

“Good Luck, warrior!” The brotherly animal of future wished and bid good-bye to the girl.

“Are you leaving me?”

“I’ll always remain close to you.”

TRANSEEING

Rina lit the fire and its golden flames interwove with the dark layers of the twilight. Her future was a good companion; quiet and receptive. The nice currents of warmth resonated with the chilly air. ‘Think about the magical word,’ she ordered herself, as always when on the journey without the silver rhino; her loyal, brilliant friend and faraway from gold-digger. ‘It’s so easy to miss something, someone so much that you can only and continually whisper his name,’ the warrior thought. However, the magical word threw her off with its sudden clearness. ‘TRANSEE, TRANSEE, TRANSEE,” Rina kept repeating in order to find a crevice, a tiny door in the lack and move forward with her thoughts far into the adventure. The transeeing makes the warrior able to rocket to the new level of knowing.

Photography by "Outsider"

The Brotherly Animal of The Future

Rina needed to rest, so she found a shelter among the leaves of one of the upside-down trees and was about to lit the fire when the glowing contours of an unknown cretaure emerged from the darkening air.

“Is it possible that my past returned to me?” Rina mused, looking into some memories of what had drifted away. The warrior’s heart kept beating faster and stronger – the phantom resembled the brotherly animal of the past, but might it be real? The warrior waited patiently next to the creature, curious of what would happen next.

“Follow me,” the phantom suggested, gathering its four, slender transparent legs to move.

“Where do you want to take me to?” the girl asked.

“Where would you like to go?” The brotherly animal answered with a question.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Rina replied, a little bit disconcerted.

“It’s you who decide about the future.”

“I am thirsty, lead me to the brook,” the warrior suggested.

“All right,” the brotherly animal nodded and soon Rina heard the murmur of the flowing water.

“Now, you know; the thing that you desired was close enough.”

The girl leaned over the crystal-clear water and drew some water with her hands; then, she immersed her lips, quenching the thirst.

“What are you?”

“While you were hunting the brotherly animal of the past I was always nearby, just behind the border of the events. However, at that time you perceived the world from the perspective of the past and you couldn’t discern me.”

The phantom quivered gently.

“I am everything what will follow next; in a constant motion, ever-changeable. Many believe that the past is something what may be truly possessed and when they are to lose it, fall into despair. I am the brotherly animal of the future; impossible to possess, but always within your reach.”

(photography by Peter Solness)

On The Unknown Journey

Rina closed the wicket of the garden trying to keep the remembrance of dear friends deeply in her heart that quivered gently at the very thought of coming events and approaching adventures. The wind of Rina’s intuition and the jaguar’s wind, as messengers, encountered each other and made together a beautiful spinning spiral. They agreed on showing the way in unity. The jaguar didn’t wait for Rina, meandering between the forest trees and bushes. It moved very fast and soon the girl was left alone in the face of the infinity of the unknown.

Rina was wandering through the meadows in bloom, inhaling deeply the floral and herbal entanglements of scents. She waded in the nearby streams, leaving the fleeting traces of her presence. Everything seemed to flow smoothly. The light was setting when the warrior crossed the border of the up-side down forests, letting the dark in. Only did the black jaguar’s eyes turn emerald-green like two lightning bugs. The wild beast was always somewhere close to the girl – lurking and watchful, but never answering to the warrior’s calls.