Undines: The Influence Of Water Elements In Metatron

Since the dawn of time, mankind relied on water as a precious “essence of life.” And perhaps the roots of the admirable perspective of all religions across the world toward water could be sought trough this undeniable reliance of humans on water. There were a time even when magnificent philosophers of the prehistoric civilizations from Greece, Egypt, Babylonia to Japan, Tibet, and China believed that the complexity of nature could be explained trough a pack of five fundamental elements included water. And even times when the greatest minds of the ancient era believed that the universe was made out of water or “why else would the gods drop water from the heavens, allow it to flow into rivers and eventually to the oceans, and require that all

Cisneros used powerful imagery appealing to the sense of sight when portraying their dream house, “[their] house would have running water and pipes that worked. And inside it would have real stairs, not hallway stairs, but stairs inside like the houses on T.V. And [they’d] have a basement and at least three washrooms so when [they] took a bath [they] wouldn't have to tell everybody. [Their] house would be white with trees around it, a great big yard and grass growing without a fence” (Cisneros 4). The authors use of imagery in this instance effectively gives the

She [the grandmother] pointed out interesting details of the scenery: Stone Mountain, the blue granite that in some places came up to both sides of the highway; the brilliant red clay banks slightly streaked with purple; and the various crops that made row of green lace-work on the ground. The trees were full of silver white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled. (1286)

The lavish bedroom was a stark contrast to the view itself. There were cotton fields for as far as the eye could see, with small cabins containing more than a few holes in the walls at the edge of the fields. People were scattered all throughout the fields under the glaring sun.

Outside the kitchen door, blooming wildflowers circle a mini pond where several birds drink from the lap of a stone Buddha. In the rear of the yard, secluded by a lush willow tree, is the guest house. He opens the door and we walk inside. Where, right off, the sight of lavender flowers in a vase on the night table and their scent please me. As does the bright and spacious room with a skylight right above the wood framed bed.

Before me loomed the old observatory which would be our home for the next year. Its walls were an expanse of red brick stacked on red brick, contrasting the two white front doors and the white domed tower. It sat atop Henrick Cliff with large fields sloping down from the front of the house. The tower could be seen rising from the back of the house, with the cliffs edge and sea beyond that. The observatory looked like a forgotten castle, waiting for the next rulers to occupy it.

rooms of the place. A mirror, as old as the history of the humans and whatever other living

The wonderful blooms of the trees planted firmly, bring out the amazing blue of the sky. The old dock with mysteries that overlooks the cool water create a sense of wonder. The rustic old swing provides anyone who stumble across a feeling of comfort in the secluded forest. The tree with many years will continue to be there for anyone who has the opportunity to come across it. This sacred space gives someone a feeling of belonging as it comforts them and makes it feels safe with the vibrant colors displayed among the beauty. Among all, the components that create the glamorous attraction, make one feel welcome and create a longing to go back once again to savor the calming feelings created

As I put away the Lenovo keyboard and mouse, I felt a sudden and urgent sense of exhaustion. In a matter of seconds I fell back onto the couch and entered a trance of sleep. When I woke I realised that I had not really woken up; instead, I was merely lucid in my own dream. As I gazed around my setting I suddenly smelt a sharp fragrance of a barbados lily, it was a very sweet and honey like smell. I saw an endless amount of roystonea regia, which is a fancy word for those very common palm tree-like trees. They were so beautifully decorated in a green hue that was encompassed in a vibrant shine. I felt the what could only be sand underneath me, it was so hot, yet refreshing. I began to walk through the narrow course of trees until I saw an end to the path. Then I saw it, the ocean. It was like every movie I had ever seen. It was so clear due to the salt, and it glistened like a pasture covered

Donovan’s castle had been as far from the Sofria village as she had journeyed. She had been taught how horrible life was beyond the mountains. This was green with flowers dotting the fields, villages that looked like the one she grew up in. Yes, the bodies in the field or waved to him were more pink or brown and all the smoke was grey instead the brighter colors of the magic forges, but they were just villages.

The material significance of water is clear. Water is an essential part of human life. Whether it’s the water we ingest in order to maintain the strength and integrity of our bodily structure and functions, or the water in our oceans that preserve the fragile ecosystem of our planet and cover a majority of the Earth’s surface. We have learned to exploit water for our survival and our leisure, sometimes at great risk. However, water also has a psychological significance to humans. There is something about water that has always attracted humanity. It is evident from our literature that humanity has often felt drawn to the water. Some good examples of this are Tim Winton’s 2008 novel ‘Breath’ and ‘The Bloody Past, the Wandering Future’, written by Janette Turner Hospital as a part of her ‘Dislocation’ series in 1990.

The imagery of his house is that of a castle. His house is to be white with green cornices and he will have a barn as red as blood with white cornices like snow. With this description the reader sees a house like a palace in the middle of the open

Enchanted forests whether directly names “Enchanted” or not, play as the setting in many different settings for many folktales, myths, and poems. In the book “Epic of Gilgamesh” Gilgamesh and Enkidu go into the Cedar Forest (Enchanted Forest) to fight monsters and cut down trees. In this Setting the Cedar Forest has a very serious and dark tone.

Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit.

grass and trees, and different rooms that are in that odd color house. I saw the house