World Within Our Own: The Elves

By Razi Ebadi Blakley

This is fictional history of dragons, mystical spirits, entities of light, supernatural aquatic creatures, spirits of nature and horrifying demons. Furthermore, it is a tale of magical and extraordinary beings that have come to earth from the stars and placed a giant mirror in front of our faces and souls and have asked us to stop and take a look and see whom we have become, and were we are going from this point on. As all maestros before them, they have raised their arms and are showing us the path to a better world where war and horror is not source of entertainment and are setting the stage to path of righteousness.

Millions of stars glowing in the heavens and we look up searching for a better world when we already have one, a beautiful blue marble suspended in space and dancing around the Galaxy pulsing with 8.7 million species of life.

My imagination never stops, I see entities of light and magical creatures everywhere I go; in the air, dancing in the fire, roaming the forests and playing in oceanic cities. Hold my hand and let me take you there.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499014549

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About the Author

Razi Ebadi Blakley was born in Southwest Asia. She started to sketch and draw from a very young age, and her art has always been her passion. As a child, she spent most of her time daydreaming with her imaginary friends and using that to fuel her art. By the age fourteen, she started to travel the globe, learning to live in different regions of the planet. Her thirst for spiritual knowledge allowed her to embrace various schools of thought as she submerged herself in different cultures, learning different languages and emotionally maturing with each one.

She lived in South America for many years, working for a mining company as international logistic coordinator and seeing the impact of industrialization on societies, the irreparable damage brought upon the environment, the ruthless deforestation of the Amazon jungle, and the contamination of lakes and rivers due to misuse of harmful chemicals and mercury.

She learned the art of deep meditation, yoga, tae kwon do, tai chi, therapy through healing hands, and, in 1993, she became an amateur astronomer, looking toward the stars, seeking for answers to understand the existence of the human race. She has also recorded various meditation CDs, among which are Learning to Meditate, Connecting with the Creator, The Law of Forgiveness, Heal Our Planet, The Spirit of Health, and Guardian Angels.

She has won various art competitions and has displayed her art in galleries around the world, working with oil, pencils, and watercolors. Most of her current artworks are in watercolors.

This book started as a fantasy artwork and developed into a beautiful story about an amazing race that came to the planet earth and has lived here in secret, helping us to understand who we are and who we have become and trying to teach us to take ownership for our emotions, thoughts, and actions—not as a single culture but a race living on the surface of this beautiful planet struggling to survive.

Copyright © 2014 by Razi Ebadi Blakley. 625672

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014908107

ISBN: Softcover       978-1-4990-1453-2

ISBN: Hardcover     978-1-4990-1452-5

ISBN: EBook           978-1-4990-1454-9

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 06/30/2014

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WORLD WITHIN OUR OWN

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RAZI EBADI BLAKLEY

FICTION

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This book is dedicated to my children and grandchildren.

Nothing is impossible when you believe in yourself.

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Prologue

As a child, I could never understand war, hunger, misery, hostility, and conflict that surrounded humanity. The concept of a line dividing one race or country from another which resulted in diversity and hatred seemed absurd.

As an adolescent, my imagination took me to faraway planets in luminous galaxies or ashore pink, sandy beaches where I met with my imaginary angels, entities of light, elves, and unicorns.

As I lay on the beautiful isolated, sandy Mediterranean beach in my grandmother’s villa, I dreamt of swimming the deepest corners of the oceans with my mermaid friends and visiting their radiant oceanic cities, where they all lived in peace and harmony.

My thoughts always wandered toward faraway planets surrounded by many colorful moons where dragons were our allies.

I wrote this book for all those who dream of a planet where horror is not a source of entertainment, where we can see each other for the beauty of our heart and souls and get along as the brotherhood of mankind, disregarding the color of our skins as an excuse to pull apart, and where our faces, costume, and religions will never be an obstacle for acceptance.

This book is dedicated to all the amazing souls who have never accepted violence as an answer.

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Introduction

Since my early youth, I always looked for answers regarding human behavior and spirituality, joined many theological schools, and learned different ways of spirituality through the eyes and hearts of many different ethnicities. My wild adventurous spirit took me to amazing countries where I matured emotionally and understood we are all the same soul spread through the earth in different outfits we call civilizations and cultures.

While living in South America, I traveled to Gran Sabana, located in the southeastern part of Venezuela; 6,800 miles of paradise with the most unusual landscape, including rivers, vast deep valleys, impassable forests, breathtaking waterfalls and diverse, unique vegetation and fauna not found anywhere else on the planet.

I traveled to Gran Sabana eight times in the seventeen years I lived there, exploring and enjoying the peace and the quiet that is unspoiled by modern world. Cars can only take you to certain spots, and the rest is trail, hill, and mountains to climb.

In one of my trips to Gran Sabana, I decided to climb one of the ancient massifs, eroded tabular forms called tepuis. I wanted to climb Roraima tepui (9,100 feet) and had trained for months to be able to endure the seven-day trip—two days to climb, three days of stay on top of the tepui, and two days to come back to the nearest small village where I had parked my car.

After being on the road for eight hours, I arrived in the late afternoon to the small village called Paraitepui where the native South American Indians called Pemons lived. Life is very simplistic in that corner of the universe; there is no electric power, and they live in small houses made of mud, palm trees, and wood. Everything they need is provided by the forest and rivers around them. Their source of water is the fresh springs roaring out of the mountains that run through 924 miles of savanna.

The Pemons are very short and thin with straight black hair and sunburned skins. They love to paint their skins and use body piercing made from wood. Most of them speak only their own dialect, and very few speak some Spanish.

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The Roraima Tepui, a massive flat-type mountain, soars into the clouds, and it is as primitive, untouched, and unspoiled as the day it was created. Next to Roraima is Kukenan Tepui, which is more colossal and intimidating than any other tepui in Grand Sabana.

After arriving, I asked the natives where would be the best place to camp out. There were about twenty small houses constructed in a circular pattern in this small village, and the center was where I was offered and permitted to stay. I set out my small tent in the center of the village, building a small fire to heat up my canned food. The Pemon natives were extremely friendly, and a handful of them joined me around my small campfire as the sun was setting.

A young native shaman named Kapon sat next to me with a beautiful smile on his face, which brought me a little peace of mind since I was so outside my elements. We both spoke a little Spanish, and I offered him some money to accompany me on my trip. He told me he had no need for money but the spirits had told him I was coming and he would accompany me anyway. His face turned serious for a moment, and he said he could only accompany me to the base of the tepui since the giants did not like visitors.

I looked at him with surprise and asked, What giants?

The luminous giants that appear on top of the mountain, of course.

I guess, he read my expression because he repeated, Yes, the giants that come and go, but a very few people have seen them.

I smiled politely and attributed