In shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions:

When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?

His face as pale as the opium poppies white petals His heart as cold as the purple base Oh to sleep the sorrow away To leave the broken heart pain for another day Just a taste of this pretty poppy To forget for a moment her luscious lips His body becomes drowsy as the opium takes hold Sweet dreams

― Anonymous

I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say 'I love you'.

You have witchcraft in your lips.

― William Shakespeare

Tonight we go to that place of eternity. Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love. "Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you."

― Rumi

Hear Michael Speaking! I am who stands in the sight of God every hour. As the Lord lives, in whose sight I stand, I do not stop one day or one night praying incessantly for the human race. And I indeed pray for those who are on the earth; But they do not cease committing iniquity and fornications, And they do not do any good while they are placed on earth; And you have consumed in vanity the time in which you ought to have repented.

― The Apocalypse of Paul

It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.

― Omar Khayyam

 

“The best way to know any future is to cause one. And that’s why, you see, when you start consulting the oracle at Delphi, you’ve taken a step downhill. You have assigned cause for the future elsewhere...

So one predicts the future as much as one is cause. The future isn’t a pattern laid out to abuse and bully you. The future is a beautiful playground that nobody happen to be combining.

You talk about virgin territory – the most virgin territory there is, is the future. You can do anything you want with it.”

― L. Ron Hubbard

The original chapel of the mansion. The room, partly carved out of the rock and partly built of stones, has an arched ceiling. Among the visitors of the chapel are Dear Excellency’s Bartalomeos and Dear Excellency’s Mutaphyan. The gifts from these visitors are exhibited in a special section of the room.

Antique brass pieces are used to embellish the wooden bed and the couch. An old bed spread embroided by nuns covers the bed. Antique church objects and flames from candles will take you to a mystic world with the guidence of music.

We are equal to each other inasmuch as we were both created from the earth.”

Lilith

Once upon a time, In Cappadocia The people and the fairies used to live together In peace & happiness. At those times, impossibles were all possible; Incapables were all capable…

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

Shakespeare

Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.

― Ludwig van Beethoven

Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream come with us Everything is broken up and dances

― Jim Morrison

Pour, Bacchus! the remembering; Retrieve the loss of men and mine! Vine for vine be antidote, And the grape requite the lote! Haste to cure the old despair, Reason in Nature's lotus drenched, The memory of ages quenched; Give them again to shine; A dazzling memory revive; Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures with the pen Which on the first day drew, Upon the tablets blue, The dancing Pleiads and eternal men.

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

AWAKE…

Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity, first thing you see

― Jim Morrison

Being carved into the rock & with its medieval style rock flooring, the room has a fairy tale athmosphere. Antique brass bed, the handmade commode, antique ceiling illumination, & central music broadcasting radio and other special objects complete the room. A heavy curtain seperates the room from the arched bathroom with a jacuzi; today’s luxury in the medieval athmosphere.

The arched room is decorated with parts of antique porcelain stoves embeddedin the stone walls. Antique brass pieces are used to embellish the wooden bed. The wardrope, central music broadcasting antique radio and candle sticks are other elegant antique accessories of the room. The fireplace and minibar cupboard decorated wi,th old objects complement the room. The bathroom with an arched ceiling has the warmth of the wooden flooring and a Jacuzzi.

Throne of my lonely niche, my wealth, my love, my moonlight. My most sincere friend, my confidant, my very existence, my Sultan The most beautiful among the beautiful... My springtime, my merry faced love, my daytime, my sweetheart, laughing leaf... My plants, my sweet, my rose, the one only who does not distress me in this world... My Istanbul, my Caraman, the earth of my Anatolia My Badakhshanmy Baghdad, my Khorasan My woman of the beautiful hair, my love of the slanted brow, my love of eyes full of mischief... I'll sing your praises always I, lover of the tormented heart, Muhibbi of the eyes full of tears, I am happy.

― Suleiman the Magnificent

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

― William Shakespeare