The Trovants

13 kilometers south

Trovant, Bozioru, RO

Driving on a bumpy road, still in the Land of Luana, we saw a road sign that said for Trovants turn right, and so we did. An old village with a very small number of families, a cozy place with trees with fruits on the side of the road, inviting us to some sort of meditation.

Car parked. Trovants 750 m straight ahead.

We took our trekking sticks and started walking again on that forest road, between some old abandoned homes. The road ends with a very old willow – it took 3 persons to hug it, we hugged it all. After climbing some improvised stairs through shrubs and spiders on a 15 inches path with weird footprints, we saw it!

We saw A ROCK! Its base was covered in sand?!

So here we are, on top of the cliff, where the august sun was smiling again, the sand was so fine that any gust of wind swept it away. Clusters of perfectly round rocks, built in slices or onion leaves covered partially in sand. I felt like Olaf, I was running towards them and hugged them, they were cold as ice, but irradiated some sort of warm and cozy energy. I stood in front of one of them for a couple of minutes waiting for it to respond somehow, it felt like I was in The Valley of living Rocks (from Disney’s movie, Frozen). We moved on, on a sandy path between “the trolls” (Frozen), and arrived in a meadow were some weird structures appeared, some of them looked like columns, others like giants. It felt like those were pre-human attempts or Luana’s unborn clay golems that fossilized. My wife had another opinion, she thought that might’ve been a very old underwater civilization, like Atlantida, due to the fine motifs. I felt in love with that place, we stood there and watched the sunset, with our new friends.

I am sure a bond was created, and we will meet again.

The sand of The Old Sea, compacted into a mountain, uncovering after millions of years their gorgeous treasures.

On Top of the World

There’s this dream I’ve always had..

There was a kid who wanted a new “toy”, and he was unhappy for not having it. Years passed and he still didn’t receive that toy. One day, when all the criteria fulfilled he received that most wanted toy. He was happy for a while but he got bored of it, and became unhappy again.

After repeating the process for several times the kid, who now was 24 years old, discovered that not the material things we must ask for, but a state of mind.

So I ask the Universe everyday for a state of mind, a feeling, that feeling when you are on top of the world, on the highest peak, with your arms raised and the Sun tickles your face, and the wind blows straight into your soul, you can actually feel the vibration of freedom, of purity, because that is, in fact, Real. I extract that vibration of the soul and ask to have it everyday, everywhere.

This is how the law of attraction works.

Land of Luana

Have you ever heard about the legend of Luana?

The Anunnakis

Luana is a Romanian Godess that ruled over the region of Buzau. The legend says that in ancient times an extraterestrial being landed there in order to study the Earth. During her stay she fell in love with a pesant and broke the orders of the Anunnakis, the Star Gods. She built a impenetrabile fortress guarded day and night by an artificial sun, protecting the land and the people. The legend says that it was a war which destroyed the fortress, the artificial Sun and Luana herself.

Some says that Luana is an offspring of Anu – Mesopotamian mythology.

Nowadays, in that mountain I found a gate at the base of the mountain, some call it The Gate of Wishes, others don’t see anything. I find it as a place with a very high energy field, that kind of energy that crosses the body from head to toe and brings you peace. On the other side of the gate, built in rock, a few meters above the ground is The Cell of Dionysius. Uphill, after climbing for 30 minutes we found the Church of Joseph. Another one hour and half and we arrived at the two partially demolished buildings, dated (1587, 1524) but I think they are much older, they’re named New Agaton and Old Agaton.

.. to be continued

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