And it's time for Halloween again

And the time comes again when shadows weave their mournful flags in the candlelight shadows, when the wind sings a gloomy song of loss. When those whom our eyes cannot see, but we feel with our whole being, come to us for a visit - they are already here...

Our people started celebrating Halloween not so long ago, and actually, young people celebrate it. The Day of All Saints is more important than Halloween here. Halloween itself doesn't make me nervous. But the whole masquerade looks utterly silly. The only attribute of this season that I like are pumpkins. They are delicious and beautiful to me. I like pumpkin soup and that orange color of it that lights up the gray autumn!

But all those dead people, moving in long gloomy columns, those distorted faces and perverse eyes, that horde of hangmen and drowned ones... Some kind of stupidity. Like shots from a bad horror movie.

 
Of course, this is how people try to deal with their fears. It's just that no human has yet managed to conquer the otherworld. You can't beat what you can't see. Or maybe that world doesn't exist at all? Some think so. This is probably also a way to overcome the demons of fear...

Maybe that fear would be less if people didn't deny death so much and didn't want to believe that life is a chain of endless pleasures, that it is possible not to grow old and not die for a long time, and if you have to die, it would be possible to do it in an extremely fun and fast way.

Interestingly, when close people die, the connection with them does not break. You think about them every day, you talk in your mind, sometimes it seems that they are here, somewhere very close.

 Sometimes we are all together in dreams. We live in a beautiful house, like we used to. Sometimes I see our garden from the windows of that house. And such a feeling of lightness. I think that my dad had visited me from somewhere... Often, those dreams determine the whole mood of the day. Of course, maybe these are just subconscious games. But we are what has accumulated in our subconscious. This is our only world.

So dreams are the zone where we meet. This is the zone of longing, intuition and memories. Dead people - parents, friends - always come beautiful and always very alive. They are not the terrible dead from Helloween, perhaps because they come not from the graves, but from the zone of Eternal Life.

Yes, death itself can be scary at times. Sometimes it shocks with its own beauty. But it is never fun. Witnessing another person's death is always shocking in its natural grandeur, when you feel the force of nature and something yet unnameable nearby.

Of course, Halloween is not a mockery of death. With their silly masquerades, people pretend to mock evil, evil spirits, demons. This is a way of saying - we are not afraid of you. It's just that evil with its entire army is always around, not only on cold autumn nights.

Demons and ghosts are driven out by what drives out darkness in general - candlelight, prayer and love. Always... So don't fight demons with their weapons. It's pointless. And this is a guaranteed defeat.
 

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With love @madeirane
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