To Quetzal

As I started, I shall end with this note and the same message as I started with.

I promised this for your past birthday, I will have "to-Quetzal" as well as  my cards to you- for you for your 49th Birthday. They are  mementos of our love, our legacy, for it would be tragic loss if no one ever read it. 

Presently you may not feel the importance of it, but I am sure when you will be old and  you will wish to remember, recall how once love has touched us. It will give you peace, tranquility and the knowledge that life was in fact worth living, even for a moment, for we loved, and were loved.You see darling, in the end,  love is the only thing that will matter nothing else.

To-Quetzal 

Love finds one in strange places. In August 2006 it found us once more, by the grace of Our Lady. A love so intense in every way that I had to put it  into this collection as our legacy for posterity. The words, the thoughts, the ideas of body, mind and spirit. The experience of  the love, the joy, the elation, the happiness, also the pain, the frustration, the anger, the sadness, the suffering and dark night of the soul  is now on these pages immortalized.These are daily notes to me, from my twin-soul, darling Oliver. The blog "to- Quetzal" are thoughts from the heart of my Indigo Dragon.This is a collection of daily notes from him to me. If Our Lady shall graciously allow me time, then I shall  do "soul of Ze-Qual-Tanil", notes from the heart of Red Dragon, which are my notes. I have  tried to keep the images as close as possible to the ones that were sent. Perhaps one day, we shall document all our personal lengthy letters and correspondence that transpired between us throughout many years.

The love we have is eternal. When one is in love, one  thinks that it only happens to them. Well it did to us. Not a day went by when we did not exchange words, some happy, sad but mostly about the love that we feel for each other and our daily lives. These words and memories are eternal, as is love.

All the notes are random, not according to dates, as the universe wishes me to post them. All the notes are special, unique and sent from the depths of the heart.These are gifts that I have received from Oliver,-aka "Indigo Dragon, Lucientien, My Angel", are not  deserved and I am humbled that God allowed me this blessing. These notes run in many hundreds. Thank  you my beloved. How can I ever recompense all the joy, happiness and love that you have given me? Never can.

I love you, have loved you and shall love you eternally! You my angel, my all, my other self. My reason for being born into this world, for once more to find each other  and be able to love you. We shall never need to return to these earthly bounds, for once a soul finds its other half, it need not never return. Thus it is with us.

...so said Our Lady

Love itself is gone.....

 ----and love itself is gone.

My beloved Indigo Knight, my hero, my other self-
Our final days in the sun--

There are still so many cards wanting to make an appearance on these pages still, --clamoring, screaming , howling in agony and  ecstasy --beautiful ones, sad ones, passionate ones, furious ones--and deeply loving ones. However they are written in my heart, that is where they will now have to stay for the time being. Always know that I adore you in all your manifestations, even now as my heart is drenched in tears, pain and sorrow. I love you.

One day, I shall leave all the rest to you, for they are printed on--some form of ancient "thing", called paper. I will though post a few in memory of our end days, now and then as they spill from my heart in times to come. As they will know when to appear. --

Is this the end? Or are they a new beginning? Time will tell.

Yes Chicago, that did us in.

We were so happy before with life, we opened up the blinds, we gave love wings  and love flew out the open window--and love itself was gone! Nothing is permanent but change--even for love it is the rule. I was mistaken about forever.



--"but you know Cica...nothing will ever be the same again. This is the only the beginning of life formations in time  space within the rhythms of which we will find rest. I love you my dearest darling, my precious dove, my angel, my all." --Your Cape Dragon of Hope(Oliver)

Thank you for everything, I love you too more than you will ever know.
Your other self, Suzie