Key Holders

Are there any key holders that understand this story?

key holders

And so this story ends as it began ..... like a dog chasing it's tail.. only the key holders will stop this endless cycle, and only the holders of the key will understand time. Hare bol

the rules

To understand the cycle of lives and the repetition that occurs..... is the simple but hard fact. Once you know, then love becomes open to you, but if it is desire that you follow..... then you must not repeat your journey by repeating your past....... even if you find what you were chasing after.... you must realize it is as a mirror. Sit... be still and find the way. Help others to find their way. You must lose love to find it. The young man who traveled through lifetimes to hand his soulmate the words he had so longed for her to hear and feel had been accomplished..... now he must walk away, as the rules demand Hare Bol

the journey

And so ........ to all the key holders.., the protectors of magic.. We move forward knowing that this first step will be safe for the next followers. May you always take the high road......and the wind always be at your back. Hare Bol

The secret key

When you reach always remember.... we are floating through what some call .... TIME........ and so before this story continues, only the souls who have found their key, will be allowed to be told. I simply will not continue, as it is my soul of that young man, and only I and other key holders hold the magic....... so special and precious, that we must protect it at all costs.. from those who would use it for anything other than love......... I had a friend in this world who since has passed, and to him and all the others who have come and gone ..... as he would say HARE BOL, and it was at his house where I found my key...... painted on a cement wall, on a small island in the Pacific.....while I was milking his cows.

Time bending

a day..... a week...... a month.... a year..... a decade.... a century... all far apart, yet all connected. We all are falling into the future. As this young man sat on that pristine beach, sand glistening like diamonds in the sunset, the blue and orange sky kissing the emerald green mountains and melting into the waves gently lapping the shore...... He so much needed to tell the young princess all the feelings in his heart and soul, yet he knew that they both had to go back to their own paths.... their destinies became the very magical key to the universe....... How many times.... how many lifetimes, would it take to touch her heart? The young man was determined that death would come and not even that inevitability would stop him from giving his heart ...... and so the pact was made. The time had become irrelevant... only the moment knew when, and those words he had written so many times on that magical sandy beach would find their way to the princess..... 100 yrs later the key would be found... and the two souls would be given the precious gift.. on a different island, a different time, and if they could remember one another........ then the magic that permeates this universe will free another two souls from their earthly bonds... and they once again will fly with the great Iwa eternally .

fast forward

Now ..... I move fast forward, past all the time of a boy turning into a young man,... and as time is as fleeting and irrelevant as the wind.... it is irrelevant to a time traveler. So now the story shall begin... A young man finding himself in the South Pacific on a beautiful atoll inhabited by a beautiful people as bronze as the sand at sunset surrounded by a sea of cobalt blue. This is the story of a man and young woman who though separated by their cultures found love. A Princess destined to marry the tribal chief...... and the young mysterious white traveler who wrote beautiful words and spoke of strange far away places, and how on one special night.. they transcended their earthly bonds and flew with the Iwa into the universe, forever bonding their souls... becoming the special key for one another, to free their souls from this aina... mother earth... only to return and become separated.. one to marry into her predestined lineage, and the other to only wait in time until the very words he spent his lifetime composing, could be given to his lover..... his key to freedom. Only when those words passed from that special beach written so many times in the sand flew into the sky would the gate be opened for time and only then would the words be allowed to be given, no more ... no less.. for love and love alone, .... this the time traveler understood.... and his love was so powerful, he accepted. The key to freedom would be given to his lover and only then would their souls be freed to fly once again with the great Iwa.. soaring into the heavens.

the awakening

Oh what it is to be a romantic.... hardheaded, impossible, and never ever believing that in this world.... magic is not everywhere.... and that a true soulmate is not heading towards me ... no matter how far away, time becomes irrelevant, and when the mind, body, and universe become united as one ..... then and only then will this eversearching.....and unquenched soul truly find love.......... Young Robert was beginning his english class on a cold damp day... staring outside dreaming of far away places, and of the great white sailing ships that would let him fly away and truly find the end of the rainbow that disapeared over the knoll behind his school

And so the story has begun, a young poet, taking refuge on the high seas, destined for the unknown.... yet the magic awaits... hidden from the unknowing ones... His journey to far away

This is the beginning of a journey that started deep in the south pacific.......... long ago, before the oil barons, before the car, when magic was everywhere...... and where the people were truly a part of the world, connected to every ebb and flow of the tides...the winds.. the mountains, and the rivers. This is the story of one man... who found a way to speak to the universe.... on a beach, a beautiful beach surrounded by a cobalt blue lagoon. This was the beginning of a journey beyond time which began at the end of one life.... one man who wrote in the sand and talked to eternity watching the words leave the sand and touch the sky. It all began far from here, yet it all returned, and found that it had never left...... A small boy in a damp cold school who dreamed of sailing ships and the far away places