> a Boy loves a Man - book 1 < * - A little upcoming Shaman grows up in a secluded site in the Rumanian mountains. He is the newborn Gypsy Crown Prince and way too intelligent for his own good. He knows he has an Important Task to fulfill on our Planet Earth once he is a grownup and meets his former 'trapper Dad' from their past lives who also has been his great-grandfather... - CHAPTER 5. Sitting upright; seeing my possible future. Way too soon, Michail laid me back in between my pile of pillows, to be able to drink his coffee. However, that was not to my liking! I wanted to sit on Michail's enormous lap and have his strong arms around me quite a lot more! Feeling frustrated, I first kicked my pile of pillows out of the way, because I wanted to free my path towards my chuckling Big Friend. Soon, all my colored pillows had disappeared onto the floor. Now, I only had to move my body towards my coffee-drinking Big Friend, who looked at my ministrations with curious eyes. Lying on my back, I first wiggled my baby body around by using both my arms and my legs, as I had taught myself while playing around in my bed. Soon, my head pointed towards Michail; and I firmly planted my feet against the seat of our couch and started to kick myself backwards towards my Big Friend. Slowly, my body wobbled backwards, although I now couldn't see anymore where I went, and my baby brain didn't seem to understand anything about using 'symmetry'. Therefore, after some more forceful kicks, my head unexpectedly bumped against the backside of our couch! Feeling surprised, I stopped my efforts and started to think this new situation over. What the heck could be happening to my suddenly halting head? Tentatively, I tilted my seemingly stuck head and pushed myself backwards again, while I used my neck muscles to wobble my unwilling head back and forth. Immediately, my baby body started to move again, although now my head slowly moved upwards and my shoulders followed suit! This was a totally new sensation to me. What would happen if I just went on pushing my head and my shoulders upwards against the backside of our couch? This time, I also planted my hands next to my body and started to push and kick both my hands and my feet at the same time, because my gut feeling told me I could be on the verge of doing a very important discovery. Groaning with the effort, I could feel how first my head and then my shoulders slid upwards against the cushioned backside of our couch. Fortunately, my thoroughly trained neck muscles were already strong enough to wiggle both my head and my shoulders upwards without injuring my neck, although my tiny baby body wasn't even three months old. Totally unexpectedly and very much to my own surprise, my baby body suddenly sat UPRIGHT against the backside of our couch, so that I was able to look around in our living room, just like all the others around me were doing! Yesss, this was what I had wanted to do all the time; but, up to now, my undeveloped baby muscles had been too small to be able to push my body upright. Now, all of a sudden, I was sitting upright; and I had done it all by myself, without any help from anybody else! With a proud face, I smiled at my surprised onlookers, as if saying: 'Do you see that? I am sitting upright, just like you, and I have done it all by myself!' Of course, the very moment I turned my head around, I lost my balance and fell back onto our couch. Well, not feeling fazed at all, I just wiggled my body around until again my head pointed towards the backside, put my hands and feet against the seat of our couch, and simply kicked and wrestled upright again. Then, I did it again, and again... Every time, wrestling upright was a bit easier; until I discovered how I could turn my head and look around without ever losing my balance. Within five minutes, I had taught myself how to sit upright, all by myself and without any help from anybody! My proud looking Dad stared at my ministrations as if he couldn't believe his own eyes. Michail had a broad smile on his face and seemed to be very proud of his little friend; while my stunned looking Mom exclaimed: "LOOK AT THAT! Our little Harold sits upright for the first time, and he has done it all by himself, although he is not even three months old! Janov, you are right, and Harold REALLY is a very special child! Now, it's time to bring him to our Wise Woman, to let her read his past lives and his possible future. Just a moment; and I will be right back." Hurriedly, my Mom left our caravan, to tell my Grandma, our Wise Woman, and everybody else in our camp, about my extraordinary and extremely early achievement! In the meantime, I started to train myself even more in sitting upright. Time and again, I let myself fall down on our couch, wiggled my head towards its backside, and wrestled upright again; until I could sit upright at lightning speed and almost effortlessly. All the time, my Dad and Michail had been staring at each other and at my unexpected achievements with sparkling dark brown eyes and proudly beaming faces! Soon, my Mom returned into our caravan, followed by many surprised looking people. All of them wanted to have a quick look at their so extremely early little Crown Prince, who really had to be the fastest developing child ever. Unexpectedly, I had become their day's hero! More and more surprised people showed up and waited outside, until it was their turn to enter our caravan and take a quick look at their proudly sitting little Prince. Again, several stunned visitors assured my parents I was the fastest developing baby they had ever seen! Now, they were even more curious about what our Wise Woman could say about my past lives and my possible future. A few broadly smiling visitors ruffled my unruly blond hair; and I loved both all their undivided attention and the funny feeling. To be honest, I still do... The next morning, my Mom dressed me into a small green-and-golden garment that once belonged to my Dad when he was still little. Wearing such a garment for the first time felt very strange; as, up to now, my baby body wasn't used to wearing any clothes other than my diaper. Of course, I started to protest fiercely, by groaning and kicking around while plucking angrily at the itchy sleeves. I wanted my Mom to remove the musty smelling thing immediately! However, for the first time, my parents didn't listen to my complaints. They only told me to be quiet and get used to wearing our official Royal garments. Today, we HAD to wear our Royal colors; because my parents were our Gypsy King and Queen, and I was their newborn Crown Prince and only Heir to the Throne! Chuckling at my angry tantrum, my Mom just went on helping my Dad with dressing into his own similarly colored garment. In the meantime, I stubbornly tried to get rid of those strange pieces of clothing that I already started to loathe. Unfortunately, my untrained fingers couldn't find out how to unbuckle all those weird looking buttons. Why didn't my parents listen to me and help me out of this musty smelling thing I absolutely didn't want to wear? Feeling betrayed, I glared at my Dad, trying to let my eyes shoot burning daggers at him... At last, my frustrated looking Dad shook his head, pulled me into his arms, and tried to explain: "My dear son; we HAVE to wear our Royal garments today, because our subjects want to SEE their Beloved Leaders and their newborn Crown Prince! Could you please stop being angry, and try to behave as the Gypsy King that you once will be? Please, don't disappoint your already waiting subjects..." Feeling very surprised, I looked up at my Dad, while my brain tried to digest this new information. Suddenly, the real importance of wearing our Royal garments started to dawn upon me. For the first time, I understood that being a little Crown Prince was not only a lot of fun, but also brought a lot of responsibilities! Although my baby brain couldn't grasp the full extent of this revelation, my Inner Self told me, loud and clear, that I had been a rather important Leader before. Therefore, in my Inside, I already knew how a real Aristocrat should behave. Even a tiny one like me. Quickly, I suppressed my silly anger, by regulating my breath and forcefully shutting down my emotions. Next, I produced a huge smile, while forcing myself to look like the happy looking little Crown Prince that my parents and my beloved subjects wanted to see. Still feeling a little bit guilty, I sighed and whispered: "Sowwy..." My shocked looking Mom stared at me and almost gasped from sudden disbelief, while she exclaimed: "Janov, you were right again! Clearly, our little Harold DOES understand you! Just look at him. He suddenly switched from anger to a smile, just like that! How in the world is that possible, for such a tiny child? And, did I really hear him whisper the word 'sorry'? I still cannot believe my own ears..." Still shaking her head in utter amazement, my Mom stared at me with a totally new expression on her face. Well, I was sure that, from now on, my astonished Mom would have to get used to enduring many more of those unexpected surprises. After all, I WAS an extremely special child! A few seconds later, I sensed the powerful aura of my Big Friend, obviously planning to join us. Immediately, I started to fidget in my Dad's arms, trying to make enthusiastic sounds. My Dad smiled knowingly at seeing my sudden excitement, while he went to our front door and opened it to let our Vice King in. Michail, this time clad in his neatest clothes, looked us over from head to foot while he chuckled: "Well, I suppose I've entered the wrong caravan! The people I'm looking for usually don't dress this refined." While Michail winked at my already broadly smiling face, my chuckling Dad responded: "Well; I almost forgot how YOU look without your inseparable fur coat. But, today, you look great." After Michail ruffled my unruly blond hair, he reopened our front door and politely guided us outside. Together, we went to our faintly glowing campfire and sat down on our own Royal wooden bench; and I looked around at all those surrounding colorful caravans in sudden surprise! Vaguely, I remembered the second day of my life, when my Dad had taken me to this same circle of wooden benches. Then, everything around us was still covered in blinding snow, while I was wrapped in a warm plaid blanket that left only my face free. Now, nearly three months later, all the white snow was gone; and this colorful world differed quite a lot from the first one I had seen! Today was only the second time I was outside, and I looked in sudden surprise and total awe at all those abundant colors around me. Today, my Dad didn't throw me high into the air; but he only sat me on his lap and folded his safe arms around my tiny baby body. I always loved that feeling, which reminded me of my Mom's warm and cozy womb I had been living in for nine months. Feeling safe and protected in my Dad's strong arms, I looked at all the colorful people that showed up in the circle of caravans around our campfire. Several broadly smiling people approached us, greeted my proud looking parents and Michail, and ruffled my unruly blond hair, before sitting down on their wooden benches. Many suntanned children were frolicking around or chasing after each other around our faintly glowing campfire, now and then curiously staring at their little Crown Prince. Every time I smiled at them, they smiled back at me immediately! Sitting together on our own Royal wooden bench, my parents and I waited until all the grownups around us sat down, all of them wearing their most beautifully colored garments. Only their suntanned children didn't wear anything at all, except for a few too young kids that only wore diapers. Soon, all the frolicking children stopped their playing and climbed onto one of the many inviting laps, obviously wanting to be cuddled and feel loved. My Big Friend, Michail, sat next to us on our own Royal bench. Only, this time, he seemed to be totally caught up with his girlfriend, Felicia. Much to my disappointment, they were way too busy whispering, kissing, and smiling at each other, to pay any proper attention to ME. Suddenly feeling abandoned, I tried to catch Michail's attention, by fidgeting and trying to make enthusiastic sounds that only created a lot of saliva around my bubbling mouth. However, this time, my Big Friend didn't even see me. All the time, Felicia and he just went on whispering and kissing... Involuntarily, I started to dislike the woman who had so easily caught Michail's attention. Why was SHE having all the fun with my Big Friend, while that always had been MY privilege? Clearly, I was starting to feel a bit 'jealous' of Felicia; although, at that time, I didn't even know the word. Feeling more and more abandoned, I again started to fidget... until my frustrated looking Mom turned towards me, took a few tissues, and angrily cleaned my drooling mouth. Then, she admonished me: "Now, please, sit still and behave as a real Crown Prince!" Feeling surprised, I looked up at my Mom and nearly started to cry from my suddenly welling feelings of shame. However, because I absolutely wanted to behave as a real Crown Prince, I quickly suppressed my upcoming emotions. Ultimately, I was sure I had been a real Aristocrat before, and therefore I had to live up to that standard again! While heaving a heartfelt sigh, I tried to act as an obedient child and therefore whispered: "Yes Mum..." The shocked expression of total disbelief on my Mom's face was priceless! When everybody was seated, our two violin players rose from their benches and started to play beautiful Gypsy melodies full of sadness and longing. Soon, the yearning sound tore at my heartstrings; so that I felt like crying but desperately tried to repress my upcoming sobs. I didn't want to be a nuisance or to disturb our heartwarming atmosphere! My Dad looked at me, saw my involuntarily welling tears, and gently wiped them away. Then, he rubbed my little stomach to relieve my tension; while I again regulated my breath and repressed my upcoming emotions. Fortunately, that helped. My sobbing faded away; and I looked up at my Dad and sent him my love and my thanks. Now, I saw that my Dad had tears in his eyes too, and I loved him even more! Again, I was sure that my Dad and I were kindred souls. A few minutes later, our violin players let their music fade away, returned to their wooden benches, and sat down. Now, my Grandmother rose from her own wooden bench, clearly to greet us and make her announcements. First, she looked around the circle, making eye contact with everybody, until her eyes rested on me. She smiled at me; and I recognized her, smiled back at her, and longingly stretched my tiny arms out towards her... Several surprised onlookers reacted astonished and exclaimed: "Wow, look at that! Our little Prince already responds to his Grandmother, although he is not even three months old! What an extremely special child is he; and look at those bright blue eyes! They feel like staring straight into your soul, just like our Wise Woman always does. Our little Crown Prince certainly is a Very Wise Old Soul..." After all the surprised looking people had calmed down again, my Grandmother announced: "Today, our newborn Gypsy Crown Prince, Harold Janovski Romani, shows up in our circle for the second time; this time to let our Wise Woman read his past lives and his possible future, as we always do when a new member or our Royal Family sits upright for the first time. His father, our beloved King, Janov Nikkinsky Romani, has already proven to be 'one of us'; meaning he has been a Gypsy before in at least one of his past lives. His mother, our beloved Queen, Maria Soren, also has proven to be 'one of us' before she married my son. Once we are sure that our newborn Prince is 'one of us' too; he will have the status of Royal Crown Prince, and we will raise him accordingly. Now, my little Prince and beloved grandson, our Wise Woman will look into your past lives and your possible future; and she will share her relevant findings with us. So be it." My Grandmother bowed towards me, turned around, and sat down again on her wooden bench. Now, my Dad rose from our own Royal bench, while carrying me in his arms. First, he bowed towards his Mother and previous Queen, to show her his love and respect. Next, he carried me to our Wise Woman and handed me to her. The Wise Woman sat me down on her lap; while staring at me with her piercing dark brown eyes as if she was looking directly into my soul. Only, the intensity of her piercing stare made me feel uneasy, so that I nearly started to cry from sudden discomfort. I didn't want to be left with our Wise Woman! I wanted to sit on my Dad's lap and feel safe in his strong arms! Where was my Dad? Fortunately, before I could start crying, the Wise Woman turned me around on her lap, so that I sat across her legs. Gently, she covered my eyes with one hand, while she put her other hand against the back of my head. Then, she started to hum, producing a strangely sonorous and monotonous sound. Immediately, an intense energy started to radiate from her hands, numbing my baby body and making me feel drowsy. At that same moment, my Inside felt totally at ease and safe; because I suddenly recognized her powerful Shaman energy and knew what it was going to do to me. I recognized the intense energy that engulfed me; and I was sure I had used this same kind of energy myself many times before. In my former incarnation as a powerful Shaman and Mystic Mage, I had cured and healed many ill people; by helping them remember their past lives and healing their Karmic traumas. Now, our Wise Woman was helping me remember my own past lives, to be able to look into them and share her findings. Soon, my Inner Awareness left my human body and entered our Timeless Eternal Realm, where I immediately felt AT HOME. Here was where I belonged in reality; and to where I would return after I first redeemed some nasty Karma, performed my Earthly duties, and readied my Important Tasks on Earth. Now that my awareness was freed from the impediments of my material environment, I again remembered who I was in reality, and why my Cosmic Friends had chosen ME to descend towards our Planet Earth and become the next Gypsy Leader. I also sensed many Beloved Ancestors and Spirit Friends around me; but they only sent me their greetings while telling me to go on. Another time, we would talk some more; but, today, I was here only to let our Wise Woman look at my past lives and my possible future. After I had greeted my Beloved Ancestors and Eternal Friends, the Wise Woman changed her humming, so that I drifted into a much deeper trance. Soon, I left our Timeless Eternal Realm and propelled backwards along my timeline, until I entered my last past life on earth and remembered my former 'trapper Dad' who also was my Eternal Soul Mate. In this past life, my Mom had died in childbirth, and my trapper Dad had raised his little son all alone, only now and then helped by our nearest neighbor and closest friend who lived half a mile away in the same dangerous forest with its steep ravines and foaming rapids. From a very young age, my trapper Dad had taken me outside and taught me how to set traps, skin animals, and spice their tasty meat using carefully selected herbs. I grew up happy and carefree; until a hungry grizzly bear killed me, my former trapper Dad, and our closest friend. My Inside was sure we would meet each other and be very close friends again in our present lives, after first my parents and I had redeemed some old and very nasty Karma. Soon, the Wise Woman changed her humming again; making me propel even deeper backwards along my timeline, until I entered another past life. In that past life, as a 'preacher', I had hunted down several so-called 'witches', to burn them on stakes and thus 'save their souls from burning in hell for all eternity'. Now, according to our universal Law of Karma, 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth', I first had to endure the same ordeal, to clean my Soul and redeem my former sins. This Cosmic Law is not for punishment; but it forces us to gain much more Love and Compassion for our previous 'victims', thus enabling us to better ourselves. Unlike my burnt victims, I would prevail; but the extremely profound experience would make me both stronger and wiser. Again, the Wise Woman changed her humming; making me propel even deeper backwards along my timeline, until I entered another past life where I had been a real Aristocrat! Immediately, I recognized my former 'trapper Dad' and Eternal Soul Mate. In this past life, he was our Beloved 'Gypsy Monarch Harold the Great', while I was our Vice King and his very best friend. Working closely together, we had founded our modern Gypsy way of living, filling it with much more Love, Gratitude, Understanding, and Compassion. I also recognized this same community with its surrounding mountains; proving I had been living in this same secluded place at least once before. Then, I had been our Vice King; while now, after I had grown up some more, I would be our next King and the Beloved Leader of all forty million Gypsies on Earth. The Wise Woman changed her humming to a much higher pitch; which immediately propelled me forward towards my 'possible future'. During six earthly years, I would grow up healthy and prosperously; while my 'wise old soul' would develop itself in lots of Real Love, to prepare itself for its Important Task on our Planet Earth. A few months after my sixth birthday, I would first redeem my old Karma; helped by a nice man and his young son who once had been my Dearest Friends and again would be my devoted Helpers. A few months after my eighth birthday, according to my Cosmic Plan, I would meet the man who had been my former 'trapper Dad' and also was my Eternal Soul Mate and our beloved 'Gypsy Monarch Harold the Great' that I was named after. He would adopt me and be my new Dad, to help me grow up until I would become our next Gypsy Leader. Working closely together, we would write many books about our peaceful and lovable Gypsy way of living; and our 'Gypsy Series' books would be read all over the world! Finally, as a grownup, I would marry a Gypsy girl and raise my own little Gypsy Prince, to help him follow in our footsteps. All the time, all our Beloved Ancestors, Cosmic Helpers, and Spirit Friends would be around us and help us from within their own timeless Eternal Realm. # # # - Do you like my stories? 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