The secret of the sarcophagus!

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Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second ~ Mattie Stepanek


What is the secret of the crystal chest? How could last remains of the people long gone be preserved as flowers? How could the flowers remain so fresh in a closed box? The questions tormented the friends.

Finally one day they forced Mr J to reveal all.

Mr J asked took them to a conference room and started lecturing them……

All magic is basically a process of transformation. The more mundane ones use tricks to convince the mind of the spectators that true transformation has been achieved. The singularly miraculous transformation in all of nature is the humble caterpillar metamorphosing to an airy, flower-flitting, nectar-drinking, heavenly being – butterfly. In ancient Greece the same word—psyche—was used to signify “butterfly” and “soul.”

Christian mystics, Sufi saints, Hindu rishis, Geeks, Egyptians, Alchemists and many more have tried to achieve a state where they could transform material and non-material entities of this cosmos at will. While many failed a few succeeded. These people lived in different times, at different places, followed different Gods and practiced different occupations. One can read about them in different books but often their true achievements are not highlighted.

Back to the current issue – a flower was placed in this chest by the wise man when these transformers moved on to other realms. All the hues of the rainbow are here but I love the sunset-yellow ones best.

Now I shall tell you about two such people.

“A man who knows everything and who never dies,” said Voltaire of the Comte de Saint-Germain. He might have added that he was a man whose origin was unknown and who disappeared without leaving a trace. It is believed that he was born in 1712 and died in 1784; yet he was believed to be alive between 1880 and 1900. It is also conjectured that he had known Jesus and been present at the Council of Nicea. Also nobody had actually seen him eat or drink. He always worked for peace and well being of humans though many were misled by his flamboyant life style.

He was a master transformer.

Kabir Das, a mystical poet, extensively quoted in every day conversation – even today in north India, was born in the year 1440 and died in the year 1518. His simple life-style was in complete opposition to St –Germain’s more flamboyant way of life. After the death of Kabir, Hindus and Muslims fought for his body. However, when they removed the shroud – they found only a mound of flowers. They shared the flowers with each other and conducted the funeral according to their own traditions and customs.

Today his Muslim and Hindu tomb stand side by side at Maghar in UP, India.

A couple of those flowers were placed in this chest. Surprisingly, when the chest was opened next all the dried up and decayed flowers were found to have rejuvenated. Since then many flowers have been placed in the chest – the flowers have never wilted since then.

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Of packaging!

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Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Just tea for two
And two for tea
Just me for you
And you for me…

Dom crooned to himself.

I had come looking for my old-friend as we rarely met these days; and Dom avoided all electronic communication like plague. He hated sterile conversations.

As always we headed for the Imperial – a cup of tea was must for yakking.

I poured my tea and then picked up the paper-tube of sugar. It felt odd and then I read………

Waiter, I shouted and Dom guffawed.

Just tea for two
And two for tea
Sugar for him
a spoon for me.

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

Dom (pronounced as Ohm with a D) is a childhood friend. He has idiosyncratic ideas that are often hilarious and occasionally baffling. To read other posts about him click on the link below.

The Sunday Yarn ~ Of incomparables.

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69 07 July 20th 2014


The match was lost through over confidence, in-box thinking and run of the mill strategies. Nobody even considered a goal-less defeat. Those with a realistic turn of mind predicted a close match. The pragmatic players who had carefully evaluated the strength of the opposition opted out. That should have been first warning to the team that lost.

The missed opportunities in the first half proved costly. The spectators just enjoyed the fumbling efforts of the arthritic players match their awkward footwork with the nimble footed winners. The second half was an even affair for the first few minutes but as the game progressed the winning captain introduced some fresh legs and put the long time rulers under pressure.

As the winning captain walked away with the trophy, the losing captain (actually nobody knows for sure who was captaining) was left holding the punctured football of their inflated self-esteem.

A soccer fan who enjoyed elections (too) observed, ‘their world is now as flat as the ball they practiced with’.

PS – Football and a parliamentary elections require great stamina, immaculate footwork, sound strategies and continuous ground practice. The world cup football and Indian parliamentary elections held earlier this year amply proved this.

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Sunday Photo Fiction

Thanks Al for the lovely prompt.

In Limbo – Cinnabar


I love this type of art.

Originally posted on marina kanavaki:

Second in the series: Cinnabar

This time no mixing with inks – just watercolours.

A beautiful weekend to everyone.

In Limbo – Cinnabar

In Limbo - Cinnabar©marina kanavaki

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Technique: Watercolour

Original size: 22x29cm

from my watercolor & ink series “In Limbo” 2014 © Marina Kanavaki

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Chained and locked.

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It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver~ Niccolo Machiavelli


Last time she had not been able to pay, Jim had broken her little finger as a warning.

Elsie had made up her mind not to give money for using  a public facility. She used this stretch of pavement for soliciting customers.

She saw him swagger down the road and crouched by the telephone pole.

‘What’s wrong with you’, Jim prodded her back with his left foot.

‘I feel poorly’.

Elsie subtly chained his right foot to the pole. She dialed 100 and accused him of forcing her into flesh trade.



The crystal sarcophagus!

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Age is a high price to pay for maturity ~Tom Stoppard


One morning Ted, Fiona and the three newcomers came down to find Mr J absent from the breakfast table. They found a note informing that Mr J had gone out and they could explore the castle on their own.

They soon started on the expedition. The castle was a maze of rooms within rooms and corridors that were too dark to explore. Daedalus built the labyrinth as a prison to hold the Minotaur. It was a structure designed to confuse. Designed  to disorient the visitors and imprison them in their  sense of bewilderment, a labyrinth should not have a window or multiple doorways as this provides an opportunity to get a sense of where one is. Yet, it is for each one of us to test our  in-built GPS system.

The maze at the castle could not be classified as labyrinth because it had many windows and doorways; each window opened to different views of silver-spring that Ted had seen on his first visit and each door opened to a larger room. Each room was furnished differently but when they retraced their steps the room was larger than the one they remembered.

All of them were flustered. They were on the verge of fighting each other with their suggestions.

Ted intervened, ‘concentrate on the ceiling friends and forget all else’.

As other friends had no better idea they did as Ted had suggested. Soon a pattern emerged. Moving centrifugally the domed ceilings were larger. Using the clue the friends decided to explore the centre of the castle.

The sun was near the horizon when they reached the centre of the castle. The Central Hall was simply huge. There is no central column or pillar. In the back, the tent-like canopied space housed a medium sized chest. It was made of pure crystal. It appeared to contain stars, roses, gems, etc – depending on the angle at which it was viewed.

The friends were still wondering as to its real nature when Mr J walked in from one of the many doors.

‘Please tell us about this’, the friends chorused.

‘Come and see for yourself’.

Mr J walked to the crystal chest and lifted the lid. The friends peered in and saw that it was full of many hued flowers.

Wonderstruck Fiona asked, ’what is it’?

‘It is a sarcophagus and contains the last remains of the many green ones who have come before us’.

‘Who were these green ones, Mr J’, queried Julian.

‘They were our leaders who did not tire of the steep narrow path and did not pay the price of maturity in years lived.

‘We want ……… ‘

‘Hold your questions – for I need to eat or I shall faint from hunger’, Mr J said and disappeared through one of the doors.

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