She is the first touch of heavenly love in all its intensity, and fragility. When I wanted to scream yet all teach silence, when I wanted to love, yet too afraid to let go. Story of an angel that knows our inner secrets, thoughts, in a world that signified nothing, only your words beyond ring.

She warns, she stands out, beyond comprehension, true intension. She is passion that challenges, asks for attention, by her strength, excites and disturbs, most intense power that overcomes disturbance. She is blood spilled for my freedom, tied by integrity and exception, she is another dimension. Warning of chaos, first color of the coming sun, she is the one. Rulers signature, stamped on a soul in red. She is dominant, eminent, she transcends by her openness and elusiveness. She is my scream, my past present and future, endless sensitivity, vulnerability, restraint, gentleness. She is my gift.

The Cloud, The Gray Ghost, is an enormous, all consuming force that absorbs. Many names for one that made me outlive, move on, by that He does give. Touching emptiness, as of it sorrow becomes taken by tomorrow. In an attempt to express the essence, I was before the final stance. Translation of this Ether, Hydrogen cloud, in an attempt to understand what was meant by this cloaked, almost invisible, giant of compassion, peace. Once at a limit of my judgement, His I met, experience of power that can’t be named nor grasped, but in this bold attempt tries explain the most extraordinary event, admits of love disappointment. He that returns me to me, and uncovers power by which he not rules us, but rather untangles us from that is not us. Clearing my path, this sea of mildness I have seen, I have felt the absolute, this bridge, faith and a scream, music, love, Wind and a Cloud.

Silken Dawn is a love story, in all its innocent wandering. When from my way I again sway, new years’ eve she turns to a day. For a moment so high, she is a reason why; that none believe is all I can’t deny. This book is about her beauty, love and still my failed duty, a girl, not of this world, love at first sight, and its lasting delight. Special intrusion, and all my confusion. All that silence can with a smile only say, all that be may. Set in another place, by His grace, when I was brought to see your face. As a continuation to She, where all of them are real, except for me. The unending appeal of a moment inserting everlasting joy, adding to Lord’s aptitude, elevation, she is a culminating tower of faith, placed out of reach of all that such fail to rate. This is a story of her beauty, ultimately cementing to Lord duty.

Rules of chaos as an extension to circles, explores dark side of our nature, our fear of others, competition, our indifference, aggression, isolation, false security as modern man diseases, laziness that eases and all others dismisses. Slowly but surely lead, seemingly without choice, modified, closed in, enslaved and decadent, without prospect or great intent while surrounded by too much. Too much of the same, in a haze, stuck beneath our masks, moving as zombie with focus on fulfillment of false tasks. Under too much pressure to anything measure, and a price for our disillusionment.

In between worlds, voices and forces of holly places is an extraordinary poetic documentary of events witnessed on my travels, without moving, while in Jerusalem, Atos, as well as various Monasteries. This will sound incredible to some, yet as told, it was done. Gods appointments, where we may ask and He does answer. This, as a continuation to He, intimate encounters with His work, word and ideal as heard and felt leaving everlasting imprint. It is extraordinary yet true account that’ll make you a believer, it made me one! Guidelines to true faith and true joy, battle without which I would never know me. Heavy burden, revelations bear and how lost, without them. It is about a fairytale that is true. It is also about the devil, whom I meet in order to appreciate God. It is a story of our body encoded with sins that we hold without knowing until we come, in between worlds.

Circles is a story of collective unconscious, false creation, inheritance, the chosen and not chosen, included and excluded. Story of capitalism as a new, old religion, nationalism, America, business of nonsense, rulers of the world, their glory and detriment in their false intent. Socialism, North and South, greed and envy, rich and poor; East and West, patriarchates and matriarchate. Animalistic battle for territory from Abraham to the apocalyptic Cold War. Circles as Buddhist concept of those that revolve, not evolve and our mortal battles. Ultimately it lays our limited capacity and luck of Christianity. It is an ancient story, played by new fools.