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Gildor's Journal Entries
Gildor asked me to refine his English in several writings of his. His gift with imagery made it a delight.

These are the ones I have for his unnamed Explorer

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I was walking aimlessly along the beach, my feet sinking in the glittering diamond dust that echoed the skies above me as I slowed to gaze into the endlessly fascinating heavens..

The night seems strange here. It shines! Even the black of Heaven is bright, like a beautiful woman in dark robes ornamented with glowing jewels.

Brightness is the defining characteristic of this place.. ... the sea looks like crystal, like glass, a solid mirror waving Heaven’s jewels before her face in endless homage.

Far beyond the wandering white walls I heard voices singing, full of joy and
happiness... I am aware that were I of another Age, had I seen and heard less in my travels, their melodies might seem the most wonderful I had ever heard. As it is, I cannot help frowning at their exuberant rising and falling tones. Perhaps it is beautiful, but somehow it doesn’t touch me. Even the night sky itself can only make you happy when you are fully able to live... As you open yourself to the moment, wonders overwhelm the senses.

The distant lights of that great city and their lilting laughter are the only signs of joy. I remain inside myself, closed off from any emotion by the cold blackness that has invaded my broken heart.. I mourned the lack within myself as the party moved away from me, unaware of my existence... Worse, I was not sorry that they should go and leave me with my emptiness. I do not even know who they are!

My own bleakness frightens me. Will I never again enjoy music?... I feel so old! Am I past being able to respond to life? Has the ache within killed my explorer’s seventh sense? Perhaps it is simply dormant...hibernating like a flower under the fierce blasts of my heart’s winter...

Crystal tears fell from my cheeks, dripping as dew upon the dusty sands at my feet... there they mingled with an tendril of glittering sea water, scouting ahead of the rising tide. Perhaps I could wake it again? I concentrated on listening to the night.. hoping to hear my Maker’s healing voice there..... praying for help.

I climbed the small dunes and settled into enfolding walls, and waited for the dawn, The distant sparkling of millions suns from above and below sing hope to me of a bright morning to come. As I write this, I cannot even imagine what the radiance of dawn will be like in this place.

The winds have risen. They bring messages of sweet flowering trees, rolling grasses, all spiced with pleasant mineral salts dancing before me. I smell beauty on the sweet winds of this shining darkness encircling me. I have noted which direction they come. As always, the lullaby of wind and sea seem to soften all sound as they sing me into forgotten tranquility ..my inner aching eases as I rest here... I could almost smile

For it seems I can hear distant music....

It is beautiful.

  

  Paradise?

As I walked on her streets, the architecture reminded me of ancient Greece and Venice. On her streets, I saw people in colorful tunics and robes walking in pairs, chatting. Others were reading. The children were dancing and singing. Everybody greeted me with a smile, happy that I was alright..

Over my head, I saw doves flying with winged people from spire to spire, their light clad forms playing and dancing on the air. Garlands and clothes flowed on their bodies... They were serene! They glowed!!

The buildings were baroque, with their giant stairs, statues, and carved white pillars that lined the streets... Their floors were full of doves and other white birds. These beloved creatures walked undisturbed among the people in the plaza ...

Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful fabrics, fresh air, radiant light and glowing marble... From all around there came the sound of laughter and the singing of psalms... As I traveled along I saw that one was sitting on the beach playing soft tunes. His flute glorified the glowing of the Sun on the sea... His presence was blurred shadow in the brilliant sunlight. His outline hung like a mist in the air, the edges of his silhouette disappeared into sun’s bright haze above the sea ...

Why couldn’t I be so happy? From time to time beyond the laughing and music , I would hear from afar the soundings of trumpets... They were signaling something... The hour was changing..

will I ever be able to draw what I saw?