tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post1915574366536380555..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: The Emperor of EnchantmentMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-53940781245804888982008-12-11T22:07:00.000-05:002008-12-11T22:07:00.000-05:00Dear MamaBird, Wanda, Robyn, Barbara, Alice and Na...Dear MamaBird, Wanda, Robyn, Barbara, Alice and Naomi -<BR/><BR/>Thank you so much for your fabulous creative feedback. Those five golden apples in the back seat of Robyn's dream car make me think of the apple orchard of Merlin, said in legend to travel with him wherever he goes. I love the amber keys, and can picture stepping out into that pink light of a beautiful new days.<BR/><BR/>The experiences all of you evoke reminds us that dreaming is indeed a factory of stories, producing entirely rich and original stories, and also fresh versions of the neverending stories, worth telling and retelling, generation to generation.<BR/><BR/>I'm sure everyone will understand that I'm not going to attempt to respond to every comment, even in this fashion. But you can bet I'll read all of them, and your presence here is greatly appreciated.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-37892449539013987362008-12-11T20:03:00.000-05:002008-12-11T20:03:00.000-05:00A beautiful story and my heart goes out to the bro...A beautiful story and my heart goes out to the broken boy so full of life and unable to play. <BR/><BR/>I love this story because it heals that boy through a broken horse who becomes strong...beautiful. <BR/><BR/>I see and smell the market and love the birds in the flowering tree.<BR/><BR/>I too have been going to an enchanced place in search of myself. I had a dream that I was given a medallion to wear. The medallion was in the shape of a Celtic illuminated manuscripts beginning letter. <BR/><BR/>I found myself at a monestary where the one who gave me the medallion was living and working. He has sent me on several quests. <BR/><BR/>One quest I found a satchel with a lioness on the front. The tail of the lioness was curved up over her back and a blue 7 petaled rose floated above her. I opened the satchel and found a costume inside. As I put it on it made me laugh. At first I thought I was a chicken because of the shoes (feet) then I realized I was a bird. <BR/><BR/>I tried to fly, fell, got up again and was airborne. I flew around and around a castle and lighted in some trees. From there I could look out over a valley with a river. The sky was pink with the first light of a new day.Naomihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12769817898689225814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-46633539653950903962008-12-11T18:38:00.000-05:002008-12-11T18:38:00.000-05:00Hello Robert. So happy that you've taken up blogg...Hello Robert. So happy that you've taken up blogging. I love this story, and the idea of keys that open doors. It reminds me of a dream of my own where I and two friends, from Florida and England, each had keys of amber. We threw our hats into the air at the seashore, where the only thing that really mattered was that we did it together.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-39620018075528359372008-12-11T16:12:00.000-05:002008-12-11T16:12:00.000-05:00Ahh, now I see. Since I began reading your book "...Ahh, now I see. Since I began reading your book "The Three Only Things", a week or so ago, I've been 'sensing' things about emperors, but had no idea why. Thank you! Your writings have been a tremendous resource for me. Again, Thank you.Barbara Butler McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06250129625281645201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-16744761912750195992008-12-11T14:30:00.000-05:002008-12-11T14:30:00.000-05:00Robert, thank you for your beautiful story. It is ...Robert, thank you for your beautiful story. It is a spoon to me this morning, giving nourishment to imagination and stirring memories of my own. It is touching how you chose the horse with the broken leg as your doorway, as throughout history a broken leg has meant certain death to a horse. But thanks to your compassion and right sense, this one got the gift of life. And then the power of the Star!<BR/>I'm reminded of a dream I had many years ago, of finding five gold apples in the backseat of my car. Ever since then I've been seeking, and when I'm lucky--finding--their home orchard.<BR/>Your story stirred another memory too--of a magical, physical black horse with a white star on her forehead. Her name, of course, was Star. She was my partner at a healing workshop several years ago. When I was deep in the river of grief, she came to me and pressed her nose against mine, "just breathing" with me. Our breath was one, and in some miraculous way released the tears in me so they could stream on to bigger waters.<BR/><BR/>And once in a dream, I looked deep into the left eye of a white horse and the cosmos opened up. But that's another story... :-)Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686225018981818216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-30400472462897309322008-12-11T12:46:00.000-05:002008-12-11T12:46:00.000-05:00I have been privileged to share an invitation to t...I have been privileged to share an invitation to the Empire of Enchantment but oh, the vibrancy, mystery and sheer beauty in today's telling and sharing is even more stunning, magical and impossible to resist. I am immersed in the sensory aroma and exquisite visual presence of the journey and find myself once again approaching the sky-bending gate of my journey where one turn of the ornate brass key in the lion-headed lock opens once familiar childhood adventures, my steed the large black stallion from my inventive dreaming, my destination, the ancient Arabian desert where the mirage of magic sifts over even the most seemingly mundane. Thank you Robert!Wanda Burchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15451187361106279187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-89433003373107842292008-12-11T11:17:00.000-05:002008-12-11T11:17:00.000-05:00Story time - what a treat! Feel like I just went t...Story time - what a treat! Feel like I just went through the wardrobe... [tbc] is a brilliant trick, oh masterful weaver of story. ;-)<BR/>This Lost Girl is glad for time to ponder, though - can't quite make up her mind - can't she be both in AND out of the Empire? Enchantment is so enchanting.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00427617843255171110noreply@blogger.com