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Guardian of the Dream
Oxana Kremleva
Guardian of the Dream is a magical journey that traces the experiences and adventures of four youths and what emerges when they happen to meet a gentle, mystical mentor – the Guardian of the Dream.He shows the kids the potential and possibilities locked inside their own gifts and dreams. Their perceived life of school stress and daily Earthly issues and worries fade away as they learn what really matters in Life.The book examines the importance of actions and decisions that face today’s teens.
Guardian of the Dream
Oxana Kremleva
Co-author of the idea Svetlana Strinzha
Cover painter Daria Grunenkova
© Oxana Kremleva, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0062-2315-8
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Acknowledgements
I am grateful to all the circumstances that Life has provided me with, both the challenges and the enormous help, so that I could write this book.
Thanks to my family who always support me.
My tai chi group. There was a time when I needed to slow down, come to my center and regroup for the next move. I walked into this group and met my friend, master Elena Martynova. Whilst doing energy practices, drinking tea in the traditional Eastern manner and having long discussions, I regained my flow. I started to get ideas for this new book. In a way «Guardian of the Dream» can also be a safe harbor for those, who need to regroup, re-think, re-feel… so to move further towards their dreams. I would like to thank Elena for being what she is. When we are ourselves, we allow others to be themselves: playful selves, weird selves, unique selves.
Through Elena I also met Svetlana Strinzha, who became like a sister to me. She supported me immensely with her faith, energy and ideas for this book and the characters as well!
I would also state my appreciation of Daria Grunenkova, who made the painting for the cover of this book.
A big thanks to all the people who contributed and made this book possible.
I am ready
Guardian sat still, with his gaze fixed on the fireplace. He saw the dance of the violet flames, but it seemed as if he looked through it. All his attention was on the words of the Elder. There, in those words, he tried to grasp the answer. He knew it already, he felt it inside – the time had come. The time of the final trial.
Guardian remembered rising in the light, walking to the edge of the sky, looking far, far beyond, in an attempt to solve that mystery. He smiled. He had learned so much from the Elder. But, there was not a day without thinking about it. It seemed as if his entire life was about finding that one answer. The time had come, but he didn’t have it.
«You must be ready for whatever comes…»
Guardian felt his heart beating faster at these words of the Elder. «What if I fail?». With all his knowledge Guardian suddenly felt totally helpless. His heart kept on racing faster. Guardian took a deep breath in and while he was slowly breathing out, he turned his head to the Elder,
«I am ready.»
The eyes of the Elder sparkled with joy. His entire figure was radiant. He put his hand on Guardian’s shoulder and Guardian felt the warmth. Relaxing warmth. As if it was enveloping him. Guardian looked around.
In front of him sat an elderly woman. Her brown eyes watched him calmly, with kindness. She nodded at him and he echoed her nodding. He turned. By his side sat a young lady. Her white clothing covered her as a cloud, radiating light. She looked at him gaily. Guardian felt his heart relaxing. Finally, he smiled. For some moments they looked at each other; then he slowly got up. Others remained seated on the pillows around a small table. One more time Guardian looked each one in the eyes,
«I’ll keep you in my heart. Let our…» he looked at the young lady and smiled… «This memory, let it support me…» he whispered quietly, then turned and walked out.
Skies are changing
Lisa’s grandma listened attentively to the silence. The snowstorm, raging all night, calmed down. Just single big snowflakes swirled in the air, before touching the ground. Silently.
Grandma squinted. Lisa and her younger friend Sveta looked at her, intrigued. Suddenly a smile lit up Grandma’s face. She nodded as if in confirmation of her premonition. She looked up,
«Skies are changing…»
The wind roared through the tops of the pines.
«New energy is coming!» she turned to the girls.
Sveta turned her head in excitement as if expecting a miracle to show up any minute. Lisa kept on looking at Grandma, attentively.
«It’s a huge opportunity!»
Grandma looked at Lisa with such a warmth as if she wanted to pour on to her all the love of the world. Her eyes radiating as she kept on speaking,
«Long ago, we used to celebrate these shifts. Letting go of the old and embracing the new.»
Grandma looked at Sveta. The little girl smiled at her. Their gaze shared the total awareness of the greatness of what was happening.
Lisa stretched her hand. A snowflake landed on her open palm.
Grandma looked at her; she watched Lisa observing the snowflake,
«But energy is just energy. It’s what YOU do with it, that matters.»
Lisa raised her eyes to Grandma. The elderly woman looked gaily at her, with warmth. Lisa drew a long breath in several passes and breathed out. Grandma hugged her by the shoulder, pulling Sveta closer with the other hand,
«Let’s go inside. The wind is rising again.»
By the time they gathered for tea around the huge samovar, the storm was already throwing snow at the window.
«Hey, listen…» Sveta looked at Grandma, then at Lisa.
Lisa was just about to pour hot water into her cup. She stopped and looked at Sveta. The little girl had some jam on her chin. Lisa smiled, while Sveta kept on talking,
«It is Masleniza! What about making a celebration at school?!»
Lisa tensed a bit. She poured some hot water into her cup.
«Brilliant idea!» Grandma winked at Sveta.
The wind roared in the chimney, but around the table it was warm and comfy. Outside, the snowstorm continued. Neither heaven nor earth were to be seen in that white powder. Only flickering light. Light from the windows of that little house.
Sign
Guardian sat silently in a boat, observing softly moving waves. A colorful mist of energies surrounded him. Blissfully, he leaned his head on the edge of the boat, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He knew soon he would need to descend, but he couldn’t help smiling. «What beauty….» He opened his eyes. His gaze relaxed on the soothing, rosy, violet energies around him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a quick movement. A couple of stars, as if dancing, formed a soaring owl. Just for a second. Then the image fell apart. Peaceful colorful mist surrounded him again. Guardian felt warmth in his chest – his necklace illuminated green. Guardian stared into space. Soon, he could distinguish a silhouette of a town, streets covered with snow, a house… and a sleeping boy.
Denis’s dream
Denis woke up abruptly and sat on his bed. Breathing heavily, he took a glass of water from the bedside table and took a sip. He wiped sweat from his brow, feeling pain in his heart. Again. Denis took a box of tablets, close to the glass of water, emptied one tablet on his palm, and swallowed it while drinking some water, then leaned back on his pillow.
For several nights now, he was having the same dream: He swirls in a ring dance holding hands with many people on a huge Masleniza celebration. He laughs and sings along with others. The entire happening is a bright, joyful, colorful mix. Then, a sudden rush of wind. Denis falls off the ring onto the snow. Colors are fading. An eddy of dust rises. Dust is everywhere. Denis waves it away. He jumps up and runs. The streets are covered by dust; it is hard to see. Denis turns around, waving the dust away… and wakes up.
Denis was lying in his bed. Lights from the window started to sneak into the room. Denis reached for the phone. Loads of SMSs. «Awesome party!» «You are the best!» «Wanna come tonight?» Denis scrolled further indifferently. His gaze stopped at the name «Jorge». Amused, Denis sat upright. He stared at this name for a couple of seconds, then opened the message.
«Hey Den! How are you, man? It’s been too long…»
Denis sighed heavily, put on headphones, switched on music, and leaned back on his pillow.
Mysterious labyrinths
Peter jumped up on his bed. Overslept! The alarm clock showed 7:57. He threw off the blanket and rushed to his desk to switch on the computer. While it was loading, Peter rumpled his hair and rubbed his eyes. He cast a look at the alarm clock and started to tap on the table with his fingers as if wanting to hurry up the loading process. The computer took its time. Peter cast a look at his jeans, but remained seated in pyjamas. Finally, mathematical formulas appeared on the screen. Peter moved closer as if he wanted to dive into these formulas.
Suddenly a photo of some stones lying in circles popped up in the middle of the screen. The heading said, «Expedition to the ancient labyrinths.»
Peter got irritated; he was about to close the uninvited advertisement while his eyes caught the phrase, «Walking the labyrinth reinforces greatly human ability to reach the goal…» He kept on reading, «Today mazes are created based on mathematical models and theories.» Scrolling further, Peter got more and more excited. Finally, he grabbed his phone and started to type an SMS, as he heard the knock at his door. Peter turned.
His father stood at the door, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He was a fit youngish-looking man, dressed in a white t-shirt and dark sports pants.
«Did you know that labyrinths are the tools of the sacred geometry?» Peter looked at his father in excitement.
«Wasting your time again! Instead of preparing…»
«But listen!»
«I fixed your interview.»
Peter froze.
«The Genius School?» he whispered.
Father nodded and cast a look at the screen,
«If you don’t pass… you can put a big fat cross over your career!»
Peter could barely breathe, as his father continued,
«Let’s have a look at your homework!»
Golden lights
Sveta sat on the windowsill, muffled in a duvet, looking outside. She remembered how she, Lisa, and Lisa’s Grandma were observing clouds and how Grandma said, «Skies are changing». Sveta smiled to herself.
Suddenly, she saw some sparks of golden light in a gray mist.
«Wow!» She leaned towards the window and for a while was totally captured by the golden lightning in the clouds.
Then she jumped down and ran from the room. She hurried to tell her older brother, Peter, about what she just saw.
While approaching, she heard her father’s voice coming from Peter’s room.
«So, what have you achieved so far!? Who would need you, loser?»
«But I solved the task…»
Sveta could barely hear Peter’s voice.
«This? You call this a solution? Dull! As all the rest you do! You think it’s going to be like your school?»
Peter kept silent.
«You are about to compete with the smartest kids in town! And you’ve got nothing, NOTHING unique about you!»
Sveta carefully opened the door and stuck her head inside the room. She saw red-faced Peter looking at his desk.
«Peter,» she whispered, «Peter, I saw something really interesting!»
«Leave me alone,» Peter waved her away.
Sveta hesitated.
«Sveta, have you finished your homework?» she heard her father ask.
Sveta gently closed the door.
«Just try… to embarrass me!» she heard her father telling Peter.
Sveta was about to go to her room, but sensed a nice smell. She ran to the kitchen. Her mom was making pancakes. Sveta turned on the music, and while dancing, took some apricot jam and drew a smile on a freshly baked pancake. Her mom smiled and hugged her.
Sun City
Lisa sat, leaned across the table, totally absorbed by drawing. Suddenly she stopped and straightened up. The light from the lamp lit up mountain tops, touched with blue aquarelle. But Lisa didn’t finish that drawing. Beneath the mountains she started on a new sketch. She tried to put on paper something that had occupied her mind for the last few days.
A couple days ago, Lisa forgot a book at school and went back to pick it up. It was late in the evening. She didn’t expect to meet anyone except the security. But while walking the school corridor she suddenly heard music. It came from the open door at the end of the corridor. She became curious, approached the room, and looked inside.
Surprisingly, she saw Denis playing the piano. He was alone. Normally he would be surrounded by girls from their class, asking him out, inviting him to parties, or just trying to talk to him. This time Denis was alone.
Lisa stood in the doorway, watching him playing totally immersed. He didn’t see her. He didn’t see anything – he was totally in his world. His beautiful world.
Lisa wanted to enter the room, but kept standing at the door, mesmerized. Suddenly he stopped playing and closed the piano lid. Lisa rushed out and leaned on the door from the corridor side. She thought of what to say to him. Nothing came to her mind. Time passed, but Denis didn’t walk out. For some time, Lisa listened to the silence and then looked inside the room again. Denis sat, looking at the closed piano lid.
Lisa breathed out as she walked out of her memories. She continued drawing Denis’s face. Then she sketched the piano. Lisa’s grandma walked in. She watched Lisa’s head leaned towards the drawing, then looked around. All over the walls there were pictures of mountains in pure calming, rosy, violet lighting. Grandma smiled.
In the corner of the room, there was an armchair. A big floor lamp by its side, cast light over the colorful pillows scattered on the floor. Grandma sat down in the armchair and looked at Lisa. The girl raised her head.
