It all together began somewhere there in an other space and time. There, where everything is possible. In a perfect white world, I was, on the day that was here marked as 6. September 1994, amongst the angels that surrounded me, when I felt the presence of an old, magnificent creature, that dictated a plan for this book. The previous day, I took care of everything that had to be done, so that the following day I could freely travel into the world of weightlessness, light and infinite play of sparkling crystals pearls. Because you can only enter this world, if you are pure, carefree and weightless. It is so close, and yet so tremendously far. It is so easy for us to join the creatures of perfection, but so difficult to throw away unnecessary burdens, that bind our attention and pin us down with invisible chains that stop our soul to carefreely fly away.

So, there in front of me in all its magnificence, was a beautiful creature that I had, from a distance, known for a very long time. We had not yet met face to face. It was necessary to take a deep breath and surrender to the knowledge that I was receiving a plan from the Master to whom this book is dedicated. It is so difficult to state the name which eludes the mind, when it burdens our usual senses with it's magnificence and beauty. In the time that we are familiar with, the encounter only lasted a short ten minutes, so lightly I was touched by its attention. Ten minutes that shall mark my life for at least a month. Ten minutes expanded to the afternoon and songs of silence filled my invisible ears, the language of soundlessness poured over a newly born ice crystal bridge. Playfully I accepted the dance of angelic creatures, that wished to be introduced to the creatures in our world around which they relentlessly rejoicingly dance day and night, surround them with invisible diamond dust and brighten up the grayness of their every day.

People are hesitant in believing in miracles. They don't want to believe that somebody loves them infinitely. They do not trust invisible creatures who accompany them everywhere. They don't know that they are never alone, and sometimes think they deserve the dark clouds that gather over their heads. Many have forgotten the beauty they once witnessed. They do not wish to remember the careless games and in the arms of the spirit. The angels are aware of this, although, through their eyes our world seems beautiful. And if I said, that they wished for this book, I made a small error. For they do not have wishes, they do not know words, and if I say, that the words I am writing down come from their world I am, again, distancing myself from the White Kingdom. Fortunately, besides angels, we also have our so called personal guides, that translate their language into words. More about that later. Their purpose is to point to their existence through play, that is in this case the book, that you are drawing in at this precise moment.

This is how the story, that became a book, resounded. In this month, Alan (who was at the time traveling through this and other parallel worlds whilst writing his own book) and I, were supposed to lend our bodies and souls to them, that would create and here on earth point out perfection, play, weightlessness and love to all that still don't believe in their existence. There are thirty physical days and nights from idea to realization. From the perfect plan to the presentation to the public without mentioning the proof readers, printers, librarians, critics and other physical and non-physical beings that came to help with this seemingly insane project. They said, that they would do it all themselves, and even if one of us tried to do something our own way, we wouldn't succeed, because the usual state of consciousness is very well aware of the limitations of space and time. Wrapped in an invisible spider's web cover of safety and perfumed with the scent of joy and kindness, we accepted the challenge. 'Let it be', I said to myself and waited for further instructions, that an invisible hand was writing in me. I knew, I had nothing to lose. In any case I can always give up and nobody will take it badly. or even take offense or even condemn me. The doors into the world where I have been at home for a very long time will forever stay open to me. As long as there is a pure desire from an even purer heart, to dance a joyous dance with them, I shall always be their protegee. And even later, if I turn my back to them and forget the beautiful moments we experienced together, I shall remain the same to them. They will still love me.

It was not difficult to enter the fairy tale with them and play the symphony of laughter, soap bubbles and crystal sounds. Even more so, when their play bore fruits in our world that same afternoon. They pointed out the people, that would help with this angelic feat. When I later phoned Andreja, my dearest sister, that was suggested as a bridge between us and the earthly world and invited her to join us I saw, that the play of perfection had already started. I was soon convinced with my own physical ears and eyes, that I would not have to do much, for angels are the authors and bearers of the angelic project and there are not many beings, that would deny co-operation with the transparent and infinitely gentle beings.

Andreja accepted the post of the angelic agent for public relations. That meant that she had to forget about the troubles of everyday life and alloy with the angel of surrender into a carefree ripple on the meadows of the almighty. How else could it otherwise be possible? The angel cards were an aid to choose the rest of the people. From the deck we drew three for each of them, who will need, besides knowledge they bear, a miraculous angel dust. Believe me, it helped. Already the next day, an old friend found himself in front of me. My former personal computer, that had chewed up and swallowed my first book. Because we are old friends we won't find it difficult to co-operate again. We cleaned it a little, fitted it with a new outfit and it was ready to be showered with angelic vibrations. Thank you, Alenna.

Andreja, together with angelic assistants, takes care of sponsors, printers, and everyone else involved. Before we meet, she meditates and forgets about all life's grievances. To not disturb perfection. You shall see, how we are managing as I shall be writing an angelic diary and Alan shall present the angelic kingdom from his point of view. The teachers of seeing are more accurate than poets. My work is easier, but I nevertheless ask the angel of courage to be with us as we slide across the ice crystal bridge, that connects both worlds. So we do not slip. So we can remain carefree and pure liaisons. So we can retain the sanctity during our newest adventure, that awaits us. And I ask the angel of pleasure, to join us so that writing and reading are a pleasure. And all of you, that are somewhere here in the same world as us and do not yet know, that you design a book, with us, that is not a book. So we can capture a moment of perfection and liase with the fountains of eternity. Thank you all.

Let the dance of the eternal and unrepeatable begin, the dance of weightless and playful, the innocent and seductive. Let the angels come to life again with us, so we again write fairy tales in the meadows of eternity.