







Konnichi Wa!
Ogenki desu ka?
It's good to be back on-line. To be true, I missed updating that little Blog of mine very much, but on the other hand, it's been worth it, for I saw how life was really like beyond a computer screen, during these three months I had been gone. It's amazing what one can learn about oneself, and what goes around, by to have simply taken this decision of mine. To do something on my own that meant a lot to me, that is.
The title of this entry may surprise many of you, but see, as usual, I got some spiritual answers on many other points. Why it was like that and not otherwise, when it was coming to Shun and Jade's relationship, and why it was taking a whole other dimension, into Jade's relationship with her husband, Hyôga (Yvan into my texts).
Back into my twenties, I had written a fan-fic which is no longer available anywhere, called The Cry Of The Swan. The purpose of this story was to tell off the years of marriage of Jade with Hyôga, before, meanwhile, and after. Most unfortunately at the time I had began publishing this story on-line, it hasn't been well received, nor perceived either. For most of the fans of the Saint Of The Swan merely couldn't imagine him to be able to love, or even getting married, due to his familial antecedents as well, for that fact. Only a Belgian girl, nicknamed Cygny Mama, didn't find my point of view not so bad, even how weak my arguments first seemed. Today, I'm thanking her for that, for now I'm going to explain to you why this story was no accident, and no coincidence either.
As a teen, when my grandfather was still on this side of life, he was always expressing some interest into everything I was doing. Then, he'd noticed already than my favorite Saint Seiya characters were the Saint Of Andromeda and the Saint Of The Swan. I still remember vividly his question about the latter, and the answer I had made:
"Why do you like so much the Saint Of the Swan?"
"I like him because it's someone very kind, and also because he's lost his mother..."
He said then something that virtually took me in reverse on the moment:
"One day, your alter ego will marry him..."
I recall clearly to have looked at him with so much disbelief, like if he had said something utterly crazy, out of question, period. For Jade, and therefore I, he was a friend, nothing more...
That's why when The Cry Of The Swan had been so much unwelcomed as it had been at the time, and put under such pressure as if I had committed the ultimate profanity, I couldn't explain to any of you why it had to be that way, that I was only writing a fact my grandfather had foreseen, and that I had to follow, Guys. But what he had foreseen was no more than the truth of one of my numerous past lives, and that I had eventually to come in terms with, and so had Jade on her own. For I recall too that some fans were astonished by my ability to retrancript Russian heighten sentimentalism, a thing most couldn't carry out on their share. Even my sweet Moonie (Daniéla), got some troubles with it! It says a lot, isn't it?
Although now The Cry Of The Swan is deleted, gone, I had, during my three months away from you, indeed come in terms with this truth my grandfather knew of me. As a matter of fact, I'm reconciliated with it. Just like Jade, I did realized my luck. For I don't think I would be interested to wed a Russian into our times, due to the circumstances or not, as it has been revealed previously across Jade's case.
Nevertheless, I've returned to my books treating about Russia (Saint-Petersburg, mostly, during the time of Catherine The Great). For again as my grandfather knew, once I'm reading a book on the topic, it's over with, I'm hooked, I can't restrain myself anymore! That's our Fleur Delacour's fault (Clémence Poésy): She was an excellent Natacha into a TV movie of Tolstoi's War and Peace...
With Love,
Sam.
I was camping in 1980 on the beach in Nuaba which was part of Israel that they gave back to Egypt. I was reading War and Peace. Roy wanted me to read faster so he could use what I'd finished reading as kindling. Nope. Not gonna happen.
...and while I'm here.....