Throughout the long history of various worlds, secrets were revealed, many knowledge came to pass, controlled by procedures and came to power that was so dangerous that they could endanger the existence of a multitude of creatures and civilizations. For these reasons, the Wises has created the Guardians, the powerful creatures, the energy, to keep dangerous secrets of a hand that could do evil, find out forbidden. The Guards are able to lead seekers of mystical knowledge in the wrong way, scare off those who crave unnatural abilities, and if necessary, take away their mind and life. A large number of powerful artifacts and other ancient knowledge swallowed up the time that had been forgotten, and the Guards, for which few who ever knew, remained buried alive in a grave of no memories. Over the course of the millennium, some of the secrets have become known in some other way, many of the knowledge the Guardians have been furious harboring is now known to everyone, and while the Guards defended the entrance door according to hidden one, the artifacts were eaten by moisture and rust. That is why some of the wizards of the World of Fantasy are elaborating the idea of revealing the Guardians and finding ways to explain to them that their work is futile nowadays. It is believed that those creatures, dangerous when they need to protect the secret of their trust, have no protection when someone reveals them. A3 format
Events in the field of art in the World of Fantasy have never been more interesting than the last month. After striking Assheads on the monopoly of Fric Theory in determining what is the supreme art and what is not, recently happen impudent burglaries in the Art Gallery. Burglaries were confused the police because neither the artwork nor the inventory was alienated, while some did not notice that the burglars (or burglar) sheltered some valuable abstract paintings in the Art Gallery warehouse, and brazenly exposed some other abstract works. It is interesting that visitors have been watching the paintings for a few days and admiring these pictures of an unconfirmed art - amateur, counting the images would not be here, that have not passed through critical evaluation of Mr. Frica Theory, alpha and omega cultural scene of the World of Fantasy. When the scandal came out to the public, Mr. Fric Theory is turned green out of anger and suggested night ambush the organs of the order, so it was done. The third night there was a scrape in the wall, someone dropped through the chimney, and soon a man appeared at the fireplace. He did not take two steps to the Art Gallery, on him jumped like eagles Mr. Fric Theory and Duty Officer. When they turned on the lights, from the back of Giovanni took a picture (shown in the post) that he brings that it is unauthorizedly exhibited in the Art Gallery. Then Mr. Fric Theory recognized an intruder, it was Giovanni Crutch, one of the leaders of Assheads, a thin young man who was convinced that he was misunderstood art magnitude. Mr. Fric theory looks at the picture and said:
- Sacrilege! This a horrible picture, a miserable show of broken eggs, a disgusting breast in the field of sick imagination, will never be exposed in my sophisticated gallery!
Giovanni Crutch clenched his teeth and angrily hissed:
"These eyes will weigh you one day when your soul moves on the path of eternity, stuffy can!
Violence would have right now reigned with the Art Gallery of the World of Fantasy that the cold-blooded police officer did not grab the hand of Giovanni Crutch and took him to the police car, in safety. For a long time, Mr. Fric Theory has shaken out of anger, the margins have attacked his fort, the Art Gallery. In it, primitive feelings and evil thoughts are wild, at that moment he realized that the struggle for life and death began.
- I will not this flowers, it's ugly!" the girl said.
"I do not have another, in my country only this is growing, " said the young man.
"The world is big and I'm so young," said the girl.
My mailbox was full again as eglantine pits of advertising leaflets and sales catalogs. Great, bright colors highlighted the headlines on various brochures: Discount! Weekend action! Now is the best time to buy with us! Discount up to 95%! Out of those stacks of paper bait, on the ground falls gray, unattractive leaflet. The flyer was printed on cheap paper, the designer misses out, the disgrace of advertising skills.
- We invite you kindly to the Spirits' Area for socializing and talking! - it was written on the back. Below it was a guide to how to get there, the instructions written by the connoisseur of passage from one world to another.
- When you come in, call Franjo! Jura! Mika! And we will come -those words ended the text.
I laughed ridiculously, I did not even think of moving to the Spiritual Area, a place that has traditionally been for a long time avoided by all the inhabitants of the World of Fantasy. Also behind this invitation, there might be some evil man who in this way lure the new victims.
In the evening, I told to the wizard Chirila Bum about the flyer and as I saw through fraud.
"My little boy, bad people will harm you more than ghosts," said the old wizard, "the bad spirits have the same number as bad men. Ghosts are constantly trying to contact us, but we avoid them (because of unreasonable fear) so they often feel less worthy of being. These advertising calls say that they are in a very desperate situation, so lonely and desirous socializing, trying to summon us into their world in this way when we do not want to socialize with them in our own.
Researcher Pepe Fajgl, after passing through the Unexplored Territory, emerges in the clearing: a large green meadow stretched over to the mountain whose tops had white caps. Pepe saw the lonely oak, his treetop created a shade that called for a pleasant vacation. When he came near to notice a person at the foot of the oak, it was an old man long-white beard who stretched out his thin body on an old sleeping bag. His face, wrinkled by the wind and the life, eveal tired and serenity, the eyes of heaven-blue were staring at Pepe with an indifferent look that could not be surprising. The old man came to the end of his life - and as a wise man - he chose a nice place where he would die. Pepe offers him food and water but the old man refuses to move his hand.
Researcher Pepe Fajgl tells him where he comes from, about his need to find unusual buildings and artifacts that are always found in the World of Fantasy with the added effort.
"I am Sid Truthgod, a seeker of God in an experiential sense," the old man suddenly spoke a weak voice, and with finger pointed to some old paper scrolls - and the guardian of files of the Unknown Insects.
This statement surprised Pepe because the name of Sid Truthgod was legendary among the Researchers, the file of Unknown Insect claimed to contain a key that allows access to God.
- Did you find God? Pepe Fajgl asked.
- I was looking for God, found the man - the old man said.
Then the old man started quietly talking about his story, while the sun was slowly lurking behind the mountains, the snowy peaks of the silver reflection they made the end of the day solemn and soothing. In short, the story goes like this:
After he has thoroughly studied and deciphered the files of Unknown Insects (in the following works there will be more words about Unknown Insects), Sid concludes that God can only meet at the borders of worlds, keeping the technique written in the papers.
- My enthusiasm knew no bounds. Not only will everyone have the opportunity to come to a direct, realistic contact with God but to dismantle the various structures of religious organizations which like giant parasites, for centuries they live well in the faith and hump of ordinary believers.-
Thanks to the techniques described in the files of Unknown Insects, Sid has come to the limits of the worlds for years, wandering around the universe and moving from one universe to another. Eventually, he traveled within himself, discovering that his interior, brain, dream world, sensation, his atomic structure, etc., is much larger than the multiverse. Along with this, he had to be careful not to turn from a healthy mind, to find himself in the World of illusion without being aware of it.
"In the end, was left only the World of Fantasy, to come to its end. It is impossible to describe with words how much space is there and how much space there is in it, what effort is needed to break through the many phenomena and energies that, when you think there is nothing out there, there is still more than one other. Thus, yesterday, in the end, through the World of Fantasy, long journey, through nothing, then began to emerge a new world began to materialize the unknown things and the beings who watched me behind some lines. But God, I did not see him.-
The old man was shut up and tired his eyes closed. Pepe Fajgl then notices that the old man probably stayed for a long time in this place. Below the sleeping bag the grass was not green, it was brown - yellow color. He decided to stay this night under the oak so the old man did not die alone. Night was falling and darkness covered the strange life of a seeker for the truth. Oblivion will extinguish any memory of an old man who died somewhere behind the Unexplored Territory.
"Where is God's justice here?" Pepe Fajgl asked himself.
Such phenomena in the World of Fantasy have a large number and completely independent of anything, they live their lives. The people of the World of Fantasy ask no question what these forms serve and whether their existence has some profound meaning.
There are worlds and communities, more or less conservative, with varying degrees of openness to new ideas, new forms of communication, and acceptance of new values. The World of Fantasy is undoubtedly the most open place for all news, an environment that will not easily discard new streams into science and art. Conversely, when one creature is inclined to innovation, creativity and thinking differently than most, the World of Fantasy is the right place for him. Recently in the World of Fantasy - rightly - a very popular skill in shaping secretion from the nose, admirable skill which is very fun and attracts the attention of a large number of viewers. When the Fromnoses brothers were brilliant at the contest "The Most Beautiful Nose Out," Fric Theory (let's mention that Fric is the uncle of the Byzantes brothers) a prominent critic of art, the alpha & omega cultural scene of the World of Fantasy:
- Perfect forms derived from subconscious inspiration of archetypal artistic expression! Art that is drastic, fresh and that does not leave you indifferent, art in concrete action, street and circus, raw art in one, and much more! Nosy Secretion Art, an explosive art that will change the old and established but putrid understanding of what is true art! This is the direction that every artist needs to strive, if there is an open mind!
Far away, untouched nature, areas of vegetation where the human foot has not yet passed, such places attract Leonor. For this reason, it is no surprise that the good Leonor feels better in the World of Fantasy, full of forests, meadows and other natural beauties. When he comes to such a place, in silence, Leonor has been watching the environment, for a long time, filled with pleasure and happiness that he sees first. Second day Leonor will go further, making sure he leaves no trace behind him.
Those who do not believe in the existence of these beings, the inhabitants of the World of Fantasy are called fools and unimaginative stumps. If you have a slightly stronger sixth sense then you feel their action in your surroundings, but also in your interior. That small, many beings (energies) suck up every act, desire for change, emotions that push us forward - and many other -, key points that allow us to experience some surprise in the near future. We then feel the presence of a rotted deadness and in the near future we do not see that something new could break the apathetic situation. When these tiny gluttons eat the chance to swing and instill hopelessness in us, disappear is unknown where, leaving boredom and helplessness. It depends on us how much it lethargy, in which we are, last.