The Beginning

I keep the key of heaven and hell. Some say I'm a god, some say I'm just a man... Believe or not you'll need the key to open the doors of ever lasting mystery...


I was the key myself. However I didn't know it until they told me. My dreams were always empty, there was only darkness which led me into a gloomy atmosphere, not on this earth but somewhere else. I always thought that I was dark and useless but I wasn't.

One day a hand touched me and when I was touched, I knew that I wasn't dark anymore. Colour surrounded me, colour of goodness, colour of pureness, colour of everlasting light, and they told me I had a mission. I wanted to know what the mission was. They told me I had a key where my my heart should be, which would let people to choose between right and wrong.  I wondered how a heart could be in the shape of a key. Who had put it in me? They told me it was a secret, a mystery. They left me alone sleeping in peace and told me they would come back and teach me. I felt lonely, but I wasn't.  I had the touchers, the colour and the key which could change the world.

When I learnt how to change things I decided to change everything, starting with destiny yet I learnt destiny was not a thing to be changed, not by me. I was only a key which let people to open the correct doors. When they saw me, they would look me in the eye, I would smile and I would let them see the key through my heart and soul. They would see the goodness and badness in there and make a desicion about life and their destiny would be re-written - not by me- they would go where they deserved, the path they wished to choose led them there and the door at the end of that path was opened by me, with a touch on the forehead when the time came. -You know-  I was the key...

Most of them -the choosers- didn't remember a thing about the experience they went through, they could barely remember me or the things they saw.  But some, who were special, remembered every detail about it and those people knew who I was, they knew their destiny, they knew where they deserved to go. The choice was theirs- not mine-, their destiny couldn't be changed - not by me-. However, some of them -who regretted their choice- tried to trick me and kill me till the end and some regarded me as divine, worshipped me as a god, but I wasn't... Some of them loved me deeply, some of them hated me like the hell but there was only one thing on which they agreed, they all called me The Keeper of the Key...

To Write or Not to Write...

Trying to write in a mood in which I don't really want to write is difficult. I can't find the right words to say hello, so I intend to say goodbye, for now... Everything that comes to a person's mind will be here with you, as soon as I can..