Pixie Dust

Gonca Alban

Description

What if you could make your wishes come true, but what you really want is to find true, lasting happiness, a meaning and purpose to life, what would your wish actually be? Mira sets out on a chain of journeys to discover the meaning of life and what makes her happy. This book combines heartfelt reality and questions and problems and struggles we all face with philosophical, spiritual guidance and meaning. Mira wakes up one morning to find she has a new friend, a wish-fulfilling angel, Pixie. Pixie can grant Mira any wish she likes, however at first Mira is not sure how to best use this gift. Through a bit of soul searching she realises that her most heart-felt wish, both as a child and as an adult, is to figure out what she should make of her life and how she should live it, so that she can be happy and fulfilled all the time. And so starts a string of journeys, made possible by Pixie.Mira gets to experience a multitude of different worlds and lives, during which she learns and understands what drives her, human beings and life, why people feel and act the way they do, and how they can find a sense of peace and joy, no matter what their outer circumstances. She is supported by Pixie through her numerous adventures and her quest takes her to unexpected places, some beautiful, some disturbing.The worlds vary from places of heavenly beauty, to those holding sterile and emotionless lives, from spiritual schools to ones that blast harsh reality. Mira discovers the Song of the Spirit, the Bhagavad Gita, which shines an illuminating light on the world, human nature, the meaning of life, death and suffering, on her soul, mind, and her very being. She experiences joy and sadness, confusion and understanding, support and disappointment. Her adventures never cease to surprise and entertain. And journey by journey, she understands more and realises that the answers to her questions are within herself and that she houses a heart that can shine through any darkness, if she lets it.

Sujets

• Philosophie et théologie

Informations

• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 06 février 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781838598310
• Langue: English

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Copyright © 2020 Gonca Alban

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


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To Paul & Suzee Grilley
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 1
We create our world with our thoughts. First comes the thought, then the tangible reality. Remember this and take heart when you dream, hope and plan. But also remember it when you fear, worry or hate. Your world is what you make it.

“All that you are is the result of what you have thought.” Sri Swami Sivananda
She woke up with a start. It was still dark and quiet. Her arm felt cold, the freezing winter night air breathing heavily on her arm, hands and face. She withdrew them quickly, snuggling her entire little body, her whole existence, underneath her warm duvet. She felt safe and comforted by its soft touch and huge size wrapped around her. The night air could thrash around as much as it wanted to, protected as she was at that moment, nothing could affect her sense of safety and comfort.
When suddenly an unexpected thing happened. She was sure she heard soft, gentle music, like bells ringing and laughter, maybe harps playing. Her curiosity aroused, she pricked up her ears and held her breath, focusing on the soft music. It was strange, so very unusual, nothing like any music she had ever heard before. The sound was soft, yet it surrounded her whole little world, all else muted by it. It felt like a smooth, soft fog had descended down from heaven.
As she lifted a side of her duvet up, just enough to get a glimpse of her surroundings, she was stunned by a pure light, golden yellow, yet soft like the music. Rather than being dazzling, it was bright without hurting her eyes.
Mesmerised, she lifted a little more of the duvet off herself, then a little more. She could not tell where the music was coming from, but then, she was too lost in the vision of the moment to remember what had first driven her to take a peak.
The light was spread evenly throughout her room. She could find no source or focal point to it. She noticed the bits of fabric she had collected and hung around her walls (she thought it was rather artistic and imaginative of her) were floating and dancing, still attached to the wall, but lifting and moving in wave like motions away from it, as if blown by a caressing gentle breeze, a breeze that would have needed to come out of the wall to float them in that way. Their colours had been transformed, along with everything else in the room. They looked so much warmer and more vibrant than they had done when she went to bed. She reached out to them wanting to connect to their softness and warm glow. And it was exactly at that moment that she saw her, the source of the enchanting music. Only she was not playing anything, nor was she singing, nor was her mouth moving. Only her eyes. They were bright, glittering, smiling, shining. They twinkled and danced. Mira felt like she’d just come across the very source of joy and excitement. There was warmth in her smile and it was her eyes that were doing the smiling.
Mira smiled back. It would have been impossible not to. Her joy was contagious. She felt like her heart was taking on the same glow as her room. In her excitement she’d forgotten about sleep and where she was and what an extraordinary sight this was. It all felt rather natural now, as if she had been expecting this all along. Her still uplifted hand changed course and reached towards this shining being, her fairy, angel and star. Her new friend.
“What are you?” she found herself whispering. Or at least she thought she had said it out loud, but within a moment of her uttering the words she was no longer sure. It was practically as if the warm glow of the room had enveloped her words and muffled them into nothingness. But her new friend answered, without moving her lips. Mira was surprised to find that she had heard what the magical being said.
“Pixie. And this golden glow, the light, the warmth, that’s all pixie dust. It’s magic Mira. Do you believe in magic?
“I used to, but I don’t anymore. I grew up” she replied, puffing up slightly in a self-important way. She was of course above these things now.
But after a moment’s thought she added, “but you seem like magic to me. Are you a fairy?”
“I’m whatever you want me to be. Well, within limits. I can make wishes come true if they are going to help you, but only temporarily. You can make a wish, enjoy it for a while, and then you have to return back to where you were. Do you think that’s magic Mira?”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a gift” Mira said , but very quickly added apologetically “I mean if they’re only temporary that is.”
“Oh but it is a gift. You see, the wish might be temporary, but your experience, what you learn, the pleasure, the things you see and people you meet, the fun you have, the memories, whatever you fill your wish time with, those all remain with you, forever. You can use what you experience and learn for the rest of your life, in any way you want.”
Mira looked around her with a sceptical expression on her face, her brow creased slightly as she tried to understand what Pixie had been saying. All she had understood from all of this was that she could make a wish, it would come true, but only for a short time.
“For how long?”
Mira’s question disrupted Pixie’s flow and for a moment she had no idea what Mira was referring to.
“For how long will my wish be true?”
“Hmm. I’d never thought of that. For as long as necessary I suppose. You see, it’s simple really. You have a reason to want something. It could be because you’ve never experienced it and you’ve heard about it somewhere and you want to have, do or see it too. Well then, you’ll have it until you are satisfied. Or maybe you need to learn something and you’re driven to ask for something.” Now she was faltering, thinking hard, trying to find words, slowing down. “And well, then, you’ll have the experience until you’ve learned what it is you need to learn.”
“But then what if I never have enough? Then it would be a an everlasting wish?”
“Well, yes, in theory, if you never had enough, you would carry on forever and ever.” Pixie looked puzzled, she was thinking hard. No, she was sure that had never happened.
“But you see, you’re human. You will have enough or get bored, or want more or better or different… And each pleasurable experience comes with its downside. There’s no pleasure without its shadow and vice versa. But anyway, that’s a lesson for another time… “
“So, tell me what you would like to wish for”, she added after a short pause.
Mira’s mind went blank. Completely blank. There were so many things she always wished she could do or see and yet at that moment she might as well of never had a single wish in her life. Now she was placed on the spot, there really was nothing she could think of. And yet, she knew there was so much… In fact, everything. If she had limitless wishes she would change everything in her life and everything about her life, be anywhere else, with anyone else, doing whatever else, it practically didn’t matter exactly what. As long as she could get away. Wasn’t that in essence what she had always wanted?
So within a few minutes she went from not being able to think of a single wish, to having way too many to be able to choose one. Her mind went from a complete blank to an airport terminal. It was too busy, too loud, too fast. And she was no closer to saying anything. She simply looked up with wide eyes at Pixie, who was still smiling and shining. Was everything in life always so full of excitement for her?
But Pixie understood. After a few moments, she said “tell you what, whatever you choose or do right now, you won’t be able to engage in it or enjoy it. You look like a stunned rabbit. I’ll be back tomorrow night, and in the meantime you can think about what you’d like to have first”
“No, no”, Mira was stirred into action very quickly by these words. She didn’t want Pixie to leave. What if she didn’t come back? She didn’t want her to leave yet, maybe not ever. Her glow and music were so peaceful like a supportive wrap snuggling in all around her. She needed a friend. She needed a moment, she needed some time. “My wish is that you don’t leave me”
“Ever” she added after a pause.
Pixie smil