THE BIRD by LYNN KAUFFMAN**STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED AND INSPIRED BY MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN     IN MEMORIAM

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THE BIRD by LYNN KAUFFMAN

There is a world that has only one small bird and one flowered plant. The rest of the world is made up of grey and blue, flat and smooth polished rock with swirled or jagged patterns. The weather is very gentle with light rain showers that happen from time to time and make glistening puddles of water on the smooth, rocky floor.                           From the hard ground, in a single crack, lives one plant. The plant is the height of a very tall man. It has several stems with deep red thorns , from which grow many large and dark green leaves. The red thorns protect it from an enemy that has never appeared. At the end of some of the stems are long, blue pods. But at the end of most of the stems grow beautiful, enormous flowers with long and wide petals of yellow and white. Scattered around the plant lie many light brown seeds- the product of the blue pods, once they have opened.

The bird is white, very small and perky with silver and gold wings, a golden beak and bright blue eyes. Everyday she flies all over the world in all kinds of directions until at sunset she returns to the flowered plant, eats it’s seeds, sings a most beautiful and brilliant song and then when the sun has finally left the sky, leaving the silver moon in it’s place to rule the dark night, sleeps peacefully in the leafy arms of the flowered plant. Until the following dawn, when, with a small chirp of jubulation, she flies off again to travel through the world. This has gone on for centuries and has always been the same.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands near the plant. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He sits and waits for the bird to awaken. When she wakes, her eyes widen in pleasant surprise. First she flies to the white steed and flutters and chirps in excitement about the steed’s head. The steed smiles, whinnys and bows her head in greeting. The young man laughs and holds out his hand to the bird. She lands upon his hand and seems very happy to see him. He strokes her soft, feathered head and she hops up his arm to his face and gives his cheek a soft peck. Then they gaze at each other and speak to each other in silence.

He asks her if she is happy in her little world. And she replies that to her, her life is perfect. She loves her world and she loves to fly. And when she is tired, the beautiful plant is always there to give her food, rest and protection. The plant is her dearest and most treasured friend. And at the end of each wonderful day, she sings, for her soul is full of joy. She is so grateful for her charmed life and even if it ends someday, she will not be regretful, for her life has been endowed with the precious gift of beauty and happiness. Every moment has been an enchanting miracle. She wants nor ever will want anything else in this life.

The young man weeps tears of love for this small simple being who is so happy with life. She is indeed, a most great and noble soul. He smiles at the beautiful radiance of it all, and eagerly offers her a few seeds from his hand. The day has been filled with joy and many wonderful conversations- it is now at it’s end and night is falling. After she eats, the small bird’s throat opens up and she sings an exquisite song for the young man. And before she drops off into a sweet and tranquil sleep, the small bird bids the young man and his steed a fond farewell. The young man will visit here many times again, when the dark invades his heart and he needs the beautiful light of the small bird. He thinks this as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

by LYNN KAUFFMAN

THE BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN IS MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH!

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SONG OF A FAIRY by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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SONG OF A FAIRY by LYNN KAUFFMAN

A MAGICAL SONG CREATED BY THE MIND AND IMAGINATION OF AN ANCIENT, BEAUTIFUL AND MYSTERIOUS FAIRY!!!

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STORMS by LYNN KAUFFMAN***STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD

17   OBELISK by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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There is a world that is beset by horrific, destructive storms. They happen anytime and anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever is in their path, be it forests, mountains or cities. They are storms full of natural rage and unbelievable violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their homes. They can never find rest!

The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of fiery crystal with an inner core of cold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swiftly and haphazardly travels through the world’s sky and no one knows where or when it will strike it’s crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cower below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent and destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an unthinking entity of monumental power.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart steed through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere. The fearful and despairing people look up into the sky and see the young man. They are amazed at his daring and bravery. He brandishes his shining sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and proceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous, almost, deafening sound. And an explosion of blazing light and the evil sphere soars off the world with great speed into the depths of space- never to return again!

The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of golden, warm light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and happiness.; for now they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace. The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and thank him most heartily for his wonderful help. They bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

STORMS by LYNN KAUFFMAN

JEREMIAH IS THE BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN IN MY STORY!!!

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FLOWERS

STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO AND INSPIRED BY MY BELOVED AND BEAUTIFUL CHILD, JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN       IN MEMORIAM

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MOUNTAIN CREATURES  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

FLOWERS

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There is a world where only flowers grow. There are no people or animals, only flowers. There are no mountains, deserts,forests or hills, only oceans, rivers and lakes surrounded by flat lands that are filled everywhere with all kinds of flowers and their lovely fragrances. The flowers come from all over the universe. The seeds from other worlds, always flying through space, are attracted to the planet. They land there and grow into vast fields of flowers. Countless unique flowers from the imagination of the gods. Their sweet fragrances blow about in the soft, wafting air. Under the warm sun, gentle rain and rich, dark earth of this world, the flowers have grown and thrived for many centuries.

There are so many flowers, that one can see the bright planet from space, carpeted in multitudes of enchanting combinations and intricate patterns of brilliant colors. A shining beacon of lustrous, swirling, magnificent beauty, sailing through the harsh, black sea of space. Yet there is one space on this world that is empty. The land there is waiting, waiting for something very special!

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands at the vacant area. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He takes from his robes a single, large seed of gold and silver. The seed is layered in complex designs and symbols. He gently plants the seed inside the rich earth and waits and watches. Suddenly, the earth comes alive with tiny, green stems that grow into millions of extraordinary flowers. The magical flowers are so beautiful and breathtaking, that they are beyond description or imagination. All one can say is that there are no flowers that could ever exits or has ever exist or will exist that are like them! They are totally unique, amazing- simply a pure miracle! Their colors= which have no name- and fragrance are absolutely wonderful and overwhelming. This is the crowning glory, the divine gift that this world has been waiting for. The most precious and beautiful flowers in the universe now live on this world and only on this world! The young man breathes deeply of the sweet, pungent fragrance that swirls in the soft breeze and smiles in joy at the dazzling and exquisite flowers that are around him. He bids the fortunate and deserving world a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

by Lynn Kauffman

JEREMIAH IS THE BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN!

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BIRDS by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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JEREMIAH’S VOICE        THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

IN MEMORIAM

There is a world where only trees live. The only life form is trees- of all kinds, different shapes, sizes, colors, species and height.  If a tree can be imagined, it would be there. There were literally millions of kinds of trees. One could wander through the forests of this world for an eternity and never see all. It is a glorious feast for the eyes yet except for the sounds of the wind swirling through the trees’ branches and sometimes the noise of a brief rainstorm there is silence.

At the top of this planet in the midst of it’s largest and oldest forest is one extremely ancient tree- the first tree. It is gigantic- almost the size of a small planet itself and the largest of all the trees of this world. Uneven, natural steps grow out from it’s trunk, whose bark looks more like it is made of thick and wrinkled skin than wood. Tiny sharp eyes are embedded throughout the trunk and branches. They watch and sleep and sleep and watch. These eyes have seen many centuries pass and they will see many more. The steps travel around the tree to it’s very top, where a primitive platform has formed. The tangled branches filled with sweet smelling dark, green shiny leaves reach upward into the sky thousands of miles. It is, indeed, a most breathtaking vision of beauty and grandeur. At the very beginning of the tree, almost hidden in it’s trunk, is a small crevice which forms a hole. Inside this hole is contained an old, dusty nest of white thorns. In the middle of this nest lies a single, smooth golden egg. The one who gave birth to this egg has long since disappeared, in the soft waves of past time.  The piercing eyes wach this nest with it’s glittering possession. They watch and wait.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands at the foot of the ancient tree. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword, and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He stands before the old tree and closes his eyes. The tree’s eyes close as well. He listens to the world’s tearful voice and hears only silence. The world cries and yearns for music and life. He places his hand inside the hole and takes the small, golden egg. The white thorns tear the flesh of his hand causing it to bleed profusely but the young man disregards this. The tree’s eyes look anxious, but the young man tells them not to worry.

He then proceeds to climb the steps. The tree’s eyes watch him in anticipation. He goes up the steps to the very top of the tree. He can no longer see his precious, white steed standing below. He reaches the small, natural platform. From there he stands and tosses the golden egg up into the air, far above him. It soars way beyond the gigantic tree and bursts into millions of shining pieces. Each piece becomes a wonderful bird. Soon the sky is filled with the brilliant color and beautiful songs of millions of birds of all kinds. The birds fly to the trees and their sweet music of life fills the silent world with a divine symphony of beauty and nature, forever. The tree’s eyes weep for joy and their tears cascade down the tree. The tears form a great, clear blue lake that mirrors the sky which is covered with dancing, colorful birds. The tree’s eyes watch in pure delight this grand theater of life soaring before them.

The young man descends the tree. He bows in deep respect to the ancient tree and the eyes gaze back at him in love and gratitude.  The lovely songs of birds follow him as he soars off into space and his heart and mind ring with the exquisite music created in the world he leaves as he continues on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

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JEREMIAH IS TALKING TO ME

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A JOURNAL OF ACTUAL COMMUNICATIONS FROM MY BELOVED CHILD AND BEAUTIFUL ARTIST, JEREMIAH     IN MEMORIAM

THE VERY FIRST COMMUNICATION- ON MOTHER’S DAY- MAY 11, 2008—JEREMIAH DIED ON APRIL !), 2008 —HE WAS 28 YEARS OLD

On Mother’s day (MAY 11), after work in the evening, Chaim ( Jeremiah’s Father) and I were sitting in the car getting ready to get out when our cell phone signaled a text message. It was a new cell phone because a week before, Chaim left the old phone on top of the car- forgot and drove off. The phone was broken from the fall and destroyed. We had only given the new phone number to Jeremiah’s friend, Louis, and he said that he hadn’t given it to anyone else ( actually, there was no one to give it to- we are alone and have no friends).

The text said: Happy Mother’s Day   Mama Lynn   I’m okay MARVO

Chaim called back the number on the text. The person answered( A man) that he was texting a person who worked in the mall ( I worked there). I still have the number!

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STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH IN MEMORIAM

                                            STORMS   by LYNN KAUFFMAN

 

 

 

AVALANCHEThere is a world that is beset by destructive storms. They happen anytime and anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever is in their path, be it forests, mountain, or cities. They are storms full of natural rage and horrific violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their homes. They can never find rest.

The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of  fiery crystal with an inner core of gold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swiftly and haphazardly travels through the world’s sky and no one knows where or when it will strike it’s crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cower below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent and destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an unthinking entity of monumental power.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold . He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart steed through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere.. The fearful and despairing people look up into the sky and see the young. They are amazed at his daring and bravery. He brandishes his shining sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and proceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous, almost deafening sound and an explosion of blazing light. The evil sphere soars off the world with great speed into the depths of space- never to return.

The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of golden, warm light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and happiness. For now  they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace. The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and thank him most heartily for his wonderful help. They bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

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