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I have a dilemma where to start; how can I form the sentences so that I would not loose the connection with the main message.

It is disclosed in the title that the story will walk on the brink of the known, but a world that is still often foreign to us.

Many paths meet in these times that we live in now. Some of them have roots in religion, others in politics, some lead on the boundary between the known and unknown area of a distant past. Some truths are buried deep, others modestly peeking from behind the scenes, some pull you right in the whirligig of events.

I would like to write about my comprehension and search through paganism, which is nowadays more and more emphasised. I will use the word Slavonic, which means basically the same.

I was born in a big family when my parents were quite old. Our way of life was completely different, incomprehensible if looked from the perspective of how we live today. Everything I experienced as a child, all learnings and observations, are now unveiled in front of my eyes, and trigger in my consciousness a completely new connection.

We spent a lot of our time in nature, we were a part of nature. As the youngest child, I was privileged to just be there and, unnoticed followed each movement and each word. 

 Through this observation I realised that the true life is somewhere beyond the boundaries of this world.

I also sensed that everything my parents do is a guideline for me on this path of crossing over the boundaries.

These boundaries were forced upon us, set by others, and now we are crossing over these taboos discreetly, imperceptibly.

My parents spoke to me about fairies, angels, dwarfs, forest man, the language of animals. They talked about the world of gods and greater gods. About their wives and children. They talked to other worlds and told me about immortality of life. My whole life at home was one rite after another. 

This gentle motion from the early morning to the sunset and beyond never disturbed the peacefulness of the environment. Everything they did, I know today, was a rite to worship the magnificence of life. Connection to the nature gave them a lot of what we are searching for today.

Through that point of understanding the world I was learning, and through my life brought that knowledge to the world. They told me that Southern Slavs live in Montenegro. We are not linked to a church, nor to other people’s beliefs.

This Southern Slavic spirit grew in me, it sparkled and often a fire of deep realisations burned imprints into my soul. Today I am capable of living with all this inheritance.

I know a lot of what my mother, my grandmother and great-grandmothers knew; this knowledge and wisdom is inherited and sparks in me. This spark does not go out, it glimmers and at the right time lets me ignite the fire of comprehension. 

I left my home early, which seemed a natural step. The doors of the first cycle closed behind me. 

First confrontations

Every summer night I would lie under the open sky, observing the stars and longing to return home.

My father would tell me about the stars which are inhabited. People living on other stars are different from us. They are further ahead on the spiritual path, they have developed a different kind of life, a different language. Some of them are gods and goddesses, others semi-gods and semi-goddesses.

Their children were conceived with earthlings. Know that every step on this planet is marked with a different truth. It depends on you, on us where we are in this step. 

In my home environment I also listened about passages to this world. I know that I was very curious and I would always listen to morning conversations by the fire, while coffee was brewing. My parents would discuss the meaning of their new visions and the dreams they dreamt. They conveyed messages about the current time and the time that is coming.

I was all ears. I got to know the natural signs which announced events. I experienced nature’s first important announcement at that time, the departure / death of my father.

The sign was imprinted, and we accepted it as a farewell. My father had enough time to take his leave and pass on his last earthly instructions. After four days he went over, as he was “told”. As he did, his watch stopped and nobody could set it in motion ever again. 

At that time, my learning began.

To be continued…