Joyful

They called him Joyful on certain days,and on other days they called him with other names.
But he always answered to their calls,like a wolf to its pack,or the Rooster to other roosters,near and afar.
And then there was this boy who came down from the hills,with a story that gave those who listened the chills.There was an odd light in this boys face,and so sincere appeared he,that one where hypnotized by what he had to tell.
For where he lived,deep inside a  mountain cave,there was a  hole  from where strange beings emerged,everynow and then.Mostly out of curiosity,but sometimes out to answer the calls of people,who perhaps unaware, had summoned them into their homes.
At night,his candlelight would suddendly blow out,and leave him in complete darkness,only the creepy chorus of the wind , when the strange beings came out.
One night he remembers like it was yesterday.One of the shadowlike beings came very close to him,searching him all over,for something,but then left disappointed,and sighed, as it returned into the passage and disappeared.
He got himself a flashlight,and waited for the moment,when the wind again would start to howl through the passage,and he waited until the batteries went dead and darkness again engulfed him.
Then he heard that ghostly huff of wind being squeezed through miles of tunnels in the deep,and when it entered his cave,temperature fell to zero.He had to rub his hands together,fast,and moved his legs up and down to keep circulation going.A shadow emerged from the passage,it made a humming sound that made the whole cave vibrate,and it filled his head with a tone that seemed to deafen his mind,making room for... some..thing.He could feel  parts of his brain being replaced with other parts and some other devices,of wich he had never seen the likes.Odd mechanical devices,flowers within flowers,and fragrances that he never knew existed,entered his nostrils and went straight for his brain.
So one evening,out of sheer curiosity, he decided to crawl into this hole,and see where it would take him.
Little did he know of what waited for him in the deep of the mountain.But he was tired of sitting around.It was time to test himself,and probably get stuck somewhere in the darkness  and suffocate in the attempt.But, he was tired of sitting around, waiting to die.
So slowly he croached into the hole,and on his knees,he started to manouver himself ever deeper into the mountain.For a long time, he could move with some ease,and then the flashlight started flickering.It was not funny.No humour could he find to alleviate the dreadful fact that it was the end of the light,as he knew it.The flashlight flickered a full five minutes more,and then,it was over.
Perfect darkness enclosed him,and made the journey onwards pretty scary.But he had come too far.And a voice in his head told him to continue.So he did,and then he heard the familiar but haunting chorus of wind. reaching ever closer to him,and he could feel temperature fall like a carpet of ice on him,freezing his blood and mind until time itself stood still.
Some..phenomena  moved subtly  before him and felt like  moving in and out of his body,looking for something.Like a thief in the night,he thought to himself.And it stopped.!.As if it heard his thoughts.
"Who are you ? ",he questioned the being in his mind,and received an instant reply that gave him the goosebumps.:((I am you in a world where time does not exist.I am the eternal.))
He closed his eyes and saw fire melting blocks of ice into a pool wherein he could see his own face,reflected.and melting as it where,in the subtle waves that moved cross the water.
Upon opening his eyes,he gazed upon a vision of another world,not taught of in school,not heard of in history,and never seen on ordinary maps.For a moment he was part of this other world,and he could make out lights glowing in faraway windows,and distant smoke from odd chimneys.
In the corner of his eye,he could see whole rows of trees not blowing in the wind,but dancing,elegantly,with moves that made him question reality.
Thats when the vision ended.And he was back in the cave,together again with himself,like a seaman returned to shore,on the back of  a whale, perhaps.

*Imagination can be  a springboard into marvelous vistas,full of beauty and danger,from every direction.Even underneath ones feet ,and perhaps hanging from above,like old cob webs.

Imagination is an ancient and mighty dragon that spews fire and flies upside down,if it wants too.
And, whoever tries to capture the ancient one,will soon find himself being captured,and strung to a pole,and stripped of the flesh,perhaps.Or kneaded by giant hands,and molded into something else entirely.

Imagination is an 0ld creaky door to another world wherein you may get lost

like Alice

and not know witch is wich.