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by mikesteeden

The Seers in Greek mythology would bind their eyes and be led around by a big protective man. In doing so they could see into the past, the present and the future. It was with that in her mind when she, the grown-up gypsy girl, desided to copy the Seers herself when playing with time itself.

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As a youngster she was the perfect clever little 10 year-old gypsy girl in a coldest land of all lands, living in a spellbinding city of beautiful architecture along with lusty frost, poetic snow, and good old winter blizzards, once announced to those who were grown-up and vaguely interested that, “Without the human mind, and their ability to pen mankind’s past history, nothing…nothing at all…can exist,” following which she suddenly added, “Prove me wrong, if any of you can? Think about it. Should this planet always be devoid of human beings then there would not be any mental development nor the power of articulate speech. In short, we humans are the only people who can prove ‘existence’ of anything, anything at all.” What a clever juvenile nymph she was.

As to the dull grownups, they were keen on disproving a child’s opinion as those grownups were all strong believers of their God, a God they had never seen, nor ever will. However, above all one mustn’t battle over different views people have regarding their deity against the child’s spiritual emptiness.

At that time in her life her parents thought her to be sick in the head. However, as she developed into a natural beauty those parents began to see that their girl was a precocious female genius. Whether they were right-minded, not a living soul could say. Youngsters have that effect. Whoever thought she was a poverty-stricken gypsy girl without a care in the world were wrong, for she was going to be a phenomenon.

By the time she grew up into an adult she hid herself. Her face always covered; her beauty almost hidden save for her making love when it suited her. Why so? No-one knew other than she had become one of a kind, a millionaire at that.

One wonders what happened to that ‘clever little 10 year-old gypsy girl’ now that she’d become what others called her, namely the cruel ones how often said of her, “Goodbye the sick gypo”. How wrong they were, for she still lived in a traveling caravan; her dog a classic lurcher, and a traditional horse-drawn wagon. Without such a happy life for her, that million would never be hers. Good luck to her and all around her. As she once put it when being insulted by a cocky rich chap from upmarket Surrey, “Sod the lot of you, you have no magic in an arrogant mansion, while I, and those like me, have the sky above and the earth below as well as money in our pockets. Never affront a gypsy, we are humans just like you.”

Anyway, it was hardly a big deal that she covered parts of her body in order not to be seen. It was her way of living, a way whereby time was just a joyful recreation. However, importantly as she traveled through time…her hobby of sorts…it was not long ago that she’d met a small child, a child who was ‘her’, and later she stopped-by herself in the form of an old dying lady about to snuff it. Meeting such people was her method of living. One magical day she arrived in front of the very first human ancestors with whom she made double sure that the original females became in charge of the lazy males and because of that she put women where they should be, namely the leaders both then and present. My how time changed for better because of her. As far as she was concered this gypsy girl had done the right things in order to save humankind.

Be it now, then or in days to come do remember her name is Eliza, a ravishing, albeit curious, damsel who did the strangest things.   

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