23.1.2010
Iriana Yoshara-A Cinderella Story
A Cinderella Story - iriana yoshara 9-17-08 Once upon a time there was a little girl who thought she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She saw life through rose colored glasses and never for one moment doubted that she wasn't a magical being. One day she woke up and life was no longer magical. The girl felt like she was alll alone with no way to make sense of a world she didn't understand. We will call the girl Charlotte and when this happened to her she was about 7 years old. When the magic went out of Charlotte's life she was felt sad, alone, and confused. She did all the things that other girls did. Walked, talked, ate, slept, played with her friend's, but nothing rang true to her soul. It was as if she had a an outher shell and it was living her life for her. It wasn't bad, just very strange. Nothing made any sense. She created a world of fantasy that she could visit anytime she wanted to. When she got older she was sure that if she wished hard enough "Prince Charming" would come like he did in the movies she saw every Saturday. He would save her from this empty life. For many years Charlotte kept trying to find a way to live her life that would work and have meaning. She would have glimmers of hope when someone or something would touch her heart. It would seem like she had found the "secret" and everything would fall into place. Prince Charming was here and it would all be okay. Then it would all fall apart again. There was no such thing as "Prince Charming." There were just boys and then men who were just like her; human, with faults and fears. One day many years later Charlotte found the truth. Life was not at all what she thought it was going to be. It was magical but not in the way she expected. The magic was in finding out what the greater purpose of life was. If she learned about what was inside her, and stayed focused on her Soul, she would be find that "secret" place she was looking for. It was so beautiful and Charlotte no longer felt alone. She could hear the music of the Angels, she saw the colors of the Rainbow, and best of all when she was very still she could hear God talking to her. The magic was still there and Charlotte was at Peace. The End (for now)
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/midnight2.mp3
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Angel Hugs, iriana