Svitlana Deikalo - Golden Butterfly. Dream it, then do it!

Cover designer Svitlana Deikalo

© Svitlana Deikalo, 2019

© Svitlana Deikalo, cover design, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-6654-1

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Life is the most beautiful gift we received from the universe.

We are born regardless of our desire, climatic conditions, place of residence. We are born as a biological object. And the quality of our life depends only on us.

We choose our life ourselves. Choose gold, silver or iron, or another metal. And then we shine, please the eye of others or rust.

Be gold for loved ones. High quality and excellent quality. Jewellery work, where only you will be the master of your life. When making jewellery, be the Creator. And call the products – Love. This is your masterpiece!

And in this book, I will tell you about two jewellers. The love story that the heroine herself told me. You know these characters from my previous book, The Way to Myself. If you have already read, then re-read, or present the book to a friend. And if you haven’t read it, then get acquainted with my butterflies that bring Love.

I thank everyone who helped me believe in butterflies.

Special thanks to Viktor Shevtsov for working on the book.

My heart was filled with love. I felt the blood flowing through my veins and a signal of calm came to my brain.

I sat and watched a cup of hot and fragrant tea. Boiled water evaporated, making fun shapes. Such a picture brought me thought.

We are used to the fact that water is a clear liquid without colour or taste. But it is both solid and gaseous. Ice and snow are also water. And in the air, there is always water in the form of steam.

Water can be in three states: liquid, gaseous (steam, fog) and solid (ice, snow, hail, hoarfrost).

The state of water depends on temperature. If the street is warm, then the water is liquid. In cold weather, water freezes and turns into ice. And when heated, it evaporates and becomes water vapour.

In this case, the distance between the water molecules changes. Molecules are located very located in solid water. In liquid water, they are farther apart, and in gaseous water, they are very far away.

In my cup, the water had a fairly high temperature. And at the same time, I watched the liquid and gaseous states.

Water… It’s the same as a metaphor for love. My thoughts were gaining momentum.

Rub water with gold, but it is already shining. Maybe the whole problem is in the water? Or in my desire to deal with such a concept as “love”?

I have been tormented by one question for a long time. I can’t find an answer… Why love cannot last forever and how to live in a couple and love only one partner? These are two questions… Is this real?

Love is water… Absolutely different substances and at the same time are similar – they have one quality – reincarnation, metamorphosis. An interesting picture looms. The solid-state of water, a little warm-up with emotions, affection, pleasant epithets quickly turn into a liquid. And the state of liquid water depends on temperature, from 0 to 100 degrees. It depends on how many emotions you put.

Without feelings, the water freezes again. Well, these phenomena I myself could explain. BUT! Why then does water evaporate? Heated to maximum water boils, turning into steam. And disappears in the air? So it happens with love! Strange metamorphoses. It turns out that it is necessary to keep a stable temperature so that the water does not evaporate. So, after evaporating, the water again falls out, in the form of precipitation, into the same liquid state.

Why doesn’t it happen with love?

It turns out that there is nothing eternal. Nothing is eternal under the Moon. Everything has its beginning and end. Is eternal love an illusion that I myself invented?

You can’t enter the same river twice! It seems that the water is the same, but it’s not absorbed those emotions, and the feelings evaporated. Maybe that’s why people do not return to the former and are looking for a soul mate for themselves?

So much “why” and “can”?

Again not finding a logical explanation of the nature of love, I fell asleep.

Evening.

I fell into a dream.

The beautiful nature of the mountains attracted me since childhood. In my dreams, I imagined that I live in a small cosy house on the river bank. The tops of the mountains are visible nearby. Near the house, I planted many different varieties of roses. Most of all grew my beloved, white. The aroma of flowers came into my mind, and in a dream, I felt that I was breathing in the flowery air. And against the backdrop of this charming landscape, my beloved man hugs and holds me by the hand.

I saw myself as in reality. ABOUT! My dream has come true!

Yes, not completely…

Somehow, I understood that it was just a dream. Instead of my beloved man nearby, I saw a slightly different image. Completely different! On the rose petals sat a golden butterfly.

“Good evening, Olga! What are you thinking about?” The butterfly asked me.

“Can butterflies talk?”

“Yes”.

“Am I sleeping? Butterflies do not know how to talk. No, I see reality very well. Here are my flowers, my favourite white roses. I inhale the scent. So, I’m not sleeping”…

“You sleep and do not sleep. Now you are in a dream and in reality, at the same time.”

“Why? Like this, this does not happen. And you are unreal, there are no golden butterflies!”

“Exists! You talk to me and see. Or do you think I’m your illusion? So, what are you thinking about?”

“I dreamed. Oh… I will not tell you my dream, otherwise, it will not come true!”

“Many dreams do not come true, but I will teach you how to make my dreams come true. Do you want?”

“Sure! Just come on in order. And then you completely confused me”…

“Let’s take a walk under the starry sky, I’ll tell you everything in order.”

In a dream, I understand that I’m still sleeping. But the events look so real. I, flowers, a golden butterfly… Somehow quickly I agreed to travel under the stars.

Life is a journey. And every event in my life I want to rejoice. I was filled with emotions from what I saw. I even pinched myself to understand that I was alive.

She raised her head up and saw the sky, all strewn with stars, and a month hung on my left, and seemed to smile at me.

“Olya, so what are you dreaming about?”

“My dear butterfly, Goldie, may I call you that? After all, you are of gold, so you will have a name – Goldie. I would tell you, but I’m afraid that then my dreams will not come true. I do not want to jinx it. They say: ‘What you boast about, you will remain without it’.”

“This is just a horror story for people who do not believe in themselves. They don’t love themselves. As they still say, ‘Dreaming is not harmful, it’s harmful not to dream.’ Right?”

“How do you know everything? Have you watched people? “I asked. And my eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Olya, since you think, why most of your dreams have not come true so far? And you experience disappointment, pain. Moreover, fear and despondency. How did you imagine your dream?”

“Oh Goldie, are you asking this? How how? I’ll think about what I want, come up with what I most want. I’ll think a few times. Then I will forget it. I start to do work, everyday life and that’s it. Leaving my dream. And doing important things. I want to work, I come home from work, helping my son do homework. Then I carry out duties around the house. And I go to bed, then I remember. And fall asleep. And for some reason, my dreams do not come true? I have so many of them! In general, will I be able to realize at least some kind of dream for the rest of my life?”