Home › Inheritance and donation › Make a wish! A magical flower makes dreams come true. Flower of cherished desires Treasured flower seemingly inconspicuous magical power

Make a wish! A magical flower makes dreams come true. Flower of cherished desires Treasured flower seemingly inconspicuous magical power

From childhood we are taught that in order to get what we want we need to work long and hard. Of course, this is true, but not always.

The Universe has its own laws. You've probably noticed more than once that there are people for whom everything is easy and simple. This is not an accident. They just felt the Universe.

You too can become a person who can easily fulfill your desires! Remember, you are a magician in your life...

A magical Seven-flowered Flower has blossomed for each of us... Look how beautiful, wonderful and unusual it is...

And each color is chosen for a reason... It is of great importance...

PURPLE – OTHER DESIRE;
BLUE – COGNITION;
BLUE – TRAVEL;
GREEN – HOUSING;
YELLOW - MONEY;
ORANGE – HEALTH;
RED – LOVE…

Ask yourself “what do I really want?”...

Tear off a petal (and say “Thank you for the fact that everything on this list easily and quickly comes into my life for the benefit of me and everyone around me!”) and make a wish...

At a minimum, you can get 7 wishes... And maximum, I’m silent... Everyone has their own... Am I right?

Torn off? Did you make a wish?

Okay..... Now let's say the magic words:

Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground -
To be in my opinion led.
Commanded that this or that should happen.
Orange petal -
Fly, fly petal
Through West to East
Through the North, Through the South
Come back after making a circle!
As soon as you touch the Earth
To be in my opinion led:
May my family be surrounded by health and happiness. Let it be so and only so! 27*108 times! For the benefit of me and the Universe

Dedication
To our beloved daughter Anastasia,
To the Scarlet Flower, grown in the Divine Garden of Love.

God and we love You. And this is the whole Truth of the World.
Everything you wish comes true,
if you believe in it.
And everything in You and the World is harmonious,
when you realize that you are part of God,
and God is in You...

Prayer
Lord, let your Scarlet Flower,
grow in harmony with the world and with yourself,
Give her patience and strength, wisdom and faith
on her Path. May you be healthy
joy and Your Love will be
every minute of life is filled with joy
Anastasia, Scarlet Flower
Universal Divine Love.

“Thousands of people are searching around the world
Magic Flower, hoping that he
will fulfill their deepest desires.
Nobody knows where it grows and
therefore he considers his location
universal secret. In fact
it's simple: this flower grows
from the seed of Love in each of us.
And to each with his faith and desire
I can do whatever my heart desires"
Old Oak from the Magic Forest

One spring morning in the wilderness of the Magic Forest, in the shadow of the tall Old Oak, a Flower grew. Inconspicuous, with large carved leaves and thin stems, it resembled a strange bird that flew into this ancient Forest from distant unknown countries and sat down under the Oak to rest from its flight. The bird’s wings remained spread out, as if it was preparing to take off again: this is how the Flower caught the rays of the sun with its patterned wings-leaves.
The resemblance to an outlandish bird did not make the Flower beautiful in appearance, but at the same time its inner beauty was beyond doubt: kindness and care helped it become a favorite of the local residents. Already quickly after the appearance of the Flower, the animals and birds living in the neighborhood knew: when someone needs help or just a kind word, they go into the thicket of the Forest to talk with the Flower.
One day the birds from the neighboring forest asked the Flower his name. In response, the interlocutor sighed and lowered his head: he did not have a name, or perhaps he did not remember it, just as he did not remember his relatives and the country from which the bird brought his seed. I knew one thing for sure: I am sincerely glad that I grew up here, in this wonderful place, in the circle of good neighbors and friends. And I would be absolutely happy if I could at least remember my name...
After listening to this, the wise Owl reassured his friend:
- Don't be sad. It is not so important where you came to us from and who your ancestors are. Perhaps the time will come and you will find out everything. And if such a case does not arise, don’t worry. It is important to know who you are and what you live for. If a bird brought you here as a seed, know that you are ours, forest one, and your homeland is here. And we all have the same past: we are all children of the Sun and Earth. We came to this world to help each other, honor the Sun and take care of the Earth. Who are you? You are the Flower, and I am the Bird-Owl. Some are born as a butterfly, and some as a tree. Everyone has their own path. You were born and live under the Oak, you took strength from it. Nourished by the Earth: with its juices, care for everyone passed to you. And even though you get little Sunlight, you know how to take the most important thing from the Sun – the light of the soul. The only bad thing is that you don’t have a name. But this can be fixed: we’ll call you Dubovik.
Those gathered really liked this name, and therefore from then on the forest people and local peasants began to call the Flower Dubovik.
On one of the moonlit spring nights, Dubovik had a strange dream: he was holding on to a stone ledge with his root legs and looking into the abyss. A song can be heard through the splashing water and darkness. A pleasant female voice flows like a river and rises up, penetrates the soul, stirs the blood... Sadness and excitement, joy, tenderness and moonlight flow into its roots and stems. It seems to Dubovik that he has always heard this song and this voice, that he lived only to hear it at least once again...
Immersed in a wave of melody, he saw a dusty road and a gypsy woman walking along it. Elderly, tired, dusty, she caught up with the young traveler and examined his palm for a long time. Then she said something quietly, putting a grain in his hand, and walked quickly forward. Dubovik closed his eyes, hoping that the vision would disappear. But he was mistaken: memories of the past appeared before him, one after another. Here, from the palm of a young traveler, a seed falls into the ground. But at the site of the fall, a Flower grows, very similar to Dubovik. Another exactly the same Flower is brought to the boy’s house by a girl. Together they plant it in the garden. A new note in the song, light and...Dubovik sees a huge garden in which two identical flowers are blooming on a hot summer night. One of them sings... The last picture made Dubovik sad: he saw how someone’s hand picked up a small seed near two flowers in a large garden. She threw the seed into her pocket. Then light, fall, flight in the Bird’s beak...
The vision disappeared, and with it the song, which filled the Flower’s soul with tenderness.
Moonlight flooded the Forest. Dubovik opened his eyes, looked around and saw that
he is still there, under the Oak, everything around him plays with the tints of lunar silver. It was just a dream, but what a wonderful one! The images of the dream kept me from falling asleep. And the more he remembered, the more it seemed that he remembered all the smells, sounds, felt the warmth of the summer night he saw in his dream, and even heard the voice of the second flower... Such a gentle, beautiful voice! The flower is singing some kind of song... Only now, replaying what he saw for the hundredth time, immersed in the pictures, feeling the smells and perceiving the sounds, Dubovik finally understood everything... It was not just a dream. And he's not weird at all. This is remembrance! A song from the depths of a mountain gorge brought up deeply hidden childhood memories in him. Two beautiful flowers who met in the same garden and fell in love with each other are his parents. Mother-flower in a gentle voice sang a song about the most beautiful feeling on earth - Love. Even then, he absorbed these words and sounds and remembered her voice with his whole being. Then someone stole it from the flower garden. Next is the fate of the wanderer: wind, dust, uncertainty... Some Bird picked up a small seed and brought it to the Magic Forest. Today in a dream he remembered all this, saw it and experienced it again. Now he knows who he is and where he comes from.
When the emotions subsided, Dubovik fell asleep again. This time he did not see anything in his dream, but again heard the song that helped him remember his past. The voice of the singing girl was not like her mother’s, but she, like her mother once, sang about Love: “Love, like sunlight, enters our soul and works wonders: everything around becomes magical...”
The sun's ray fell on Dubovik's carved leaves and he woke up. The first thing Flower did was ask everyone if there was a girl living somewhere nearby who sang such soul-touching songs. There was no need to ask for a long time: many had heard about the girl, even fewer forest people knew where she lived, her name was known only to the Sun, but no one had ever seen the songbird.
Stories about a girl named Echo inflamed Dubovik’s curiosity even more: now he wanted not only to know everything about her, but also to see her. And if it was somehow possible to find out more about it, thanks to the stories of migratory birds, people and inhabitants of neighboring forests, then it seemed impossible to see. It became more and more difficult to argue with her heart: she was knocking to the beat of her songs - Dubovik fell in love!
One night, when the lover could not sleep a wink, the Wind came rushing. He was so angry and noisy that Echo's song was almost inaudible through the noise. It seemed that today, more than ever, she was full of sadness. At some point, it seemed to Dubovik that Echo was crying - her voice was trembling. The flower could not be mistaken: his beloved is crying! The decision came instantly: at the risk of death, Dubovik asked the Wind to pull his roots out of the ground in order to go in search of the girl whose voice lives in his soul. The wind listened to the request and agreed to help: with a strong jerk he tore Dubovik’s roots out of the ground, picked him up and carried him to his beloved. From the birds living in the mountains, Flower knew that Echo lived in a deep mountain gorge, which no one had ever reached. The wind and birds can see the entrance to the gorge from above, but cannot descend into its depths to see the Echo. You'd have to be crazy to agree to such an adventure!
The wind was still trying to reason with Dubovik, but he did not hear: he pulled his
roots on the ground, clinging with them to stones at the foot of the mountain - walking to his beloved...
Dawn found the hero on the way: the leaf-hands grabbed the air, the roots left a wet trail of flower juice, the Flower’s strength left, but he walked. My head was spinning, my body ached, but my beloved’s voice was stronger than fear, uncertainty, and fatigue. By noon, the sun was already burning with all its might, scorching the leaves and roots: Dubovik fell, rose and stood up, crawled, but tirelessly approached the one whom he saw, and he firmly believed in this, it was destined only for him by fate. Half-delirious from fatigue, it seemed to him that she loved him too, otherwise how could her voice be a part of him? Perhaps he has known her all his life and has always known her. Rave? Maybe. But this nonsense now gives strength, warms the soul, gives hope.
At this time, they were looking for Dubovik in the forest. The eagle owl flew around the entire area, the flowers and herbs whispered and sighed, because... were convinced that the fighter-Wind was incredibly angry with someone and therefore tore out the Flower. When everyone was tired of assumptions and useless searches, Old Oak spoke. Out of surprise, silence reigned among those present: until that moment, everyone believed that the Oak had fallen into hibernation from old age and therefore had been silent for many years. But now the fact was clear: Oak was not sleeping, he was saying:
- Why the fuss, forest people? The baby grew up long ago and left at the call of his heart. You all change in the spring - Love comes into the world. It transforms everyone and everything: you build nests, dig holes, sprout sprouts...Live! So for him this spring became the spring of Love. But his Love is special: he has found his soul mate. Not just a couple, but a soul with which he is connected by fate. If only the guy could get there in time... However, if Love is real, then he will get there...
The oak fell silent. No one dared to break the silence: it’s a joke, the Old Oak spoke! And how! It’s strange, incomprehensible, mysterious, but every word he says is so meaningful, warm, as if he was talking not about the Flower, but about his own son.
Only in the evening Dubovik reached the mountain. All night, clinging to the rocks with its roots, he climbed up. When the sleepy Sun just appeared on the horizon, the exhausted lover, leaning down, whispered into the gorge: “I love you, Echo. You are free from now on: let your voice live everywhere. My Love will take care of you."
What Echo answered, how her voice changed and how it warmed, how notes of joy were born in it and sparkled with love, how her voice rose from the depths and embraced the whole Sky, the forest hero vaguely remembered. It seemed to him that he had fallen into a long sleep. The last drop of juice fell into the gorge. Dubovik froze, and Echo’s cry, like a ray of light, cut through the silence of the morning and shook the Earth: “I love you!”
Dubovik woke up in the Magic Forest, under the crown of the Old Oak, in the same place. Animals and birds looked at him in amazement, and he was absolutely happy: here, nearby, visible only to him, was Echo. And from now on, his beloved will live in this Forest, in its thicket, with him. What could be better than this?!
When the questions were in full swing, a bright turquoise spark suddenly flashed over the Oak, from which the Forest Fairy appeared. She carefully sat down on the branch of the Old Oak and said:
- You see, beloved, our named son has found his Love. I always
she said that he was brave and strong, although he was born of a flower, not a tree.
- You're right, my love. - The oak seemed young and happy. - I doubted his strength, but today he proved that he was able to stand up for his Love. I'm proud of Dubovik.
- He's all about you, dear. I remember that you once followed me into this Forest and took root here for the sake of our love. And then you accepted the seed brought by the bird as your own son and raised him with a bright soul. It’s not for nothing that Owl gave him your name.
- But how did our son survive today?
- Just like you once survived.
- Then you saved me!
- And today Echo saved him.
- How? Everything is easier with you, because you are a Fairy, and she is a Voice, dressed in airy, fragile flesh...
“She, like me, loves her hero, my dear.” And the power of love replaces her body, hands, clothes. The power of Love resurrects, illuminates, transforms...
- It turns out that they also knew true Love?
- That’s right, my love. Now we have a gift. You will weave a hut for them from your branches, where sunlight can pass through, but unkind people cannot get through. And I will fulfill the most cherished wish of the girl who will henceforth become the wife of our adopted son.
As said, so it was done: by morning the hut was ready, and after a while a rainbow appeared in the sky above the forest. Echo merged with her and became visible to everyone. The forest dwellers again came running to look at this marvelous thing. And the girl with spring eyes in rainbow clothes did not see anyone except her beloved Dubovik. As soon as the rainbow began to fade, Echo became invisible again, only her voice was heard: she still sang about Love. The last stripe of the rainbow melted into the blue of the Sky when Dubovik noticed a drop of the rainbow on his leaf, very reminiscent of a seed. The drop slipped from the leaf and fell into the ground next to the Flower. The place where she fell lit up with a rainbow light and instantly went out.
-What was that? – Oak asked the Fairy in a whisper.
- These are the miracles that the loving soul of Echo creates. She wanted to give our adopted son a continuation of their love. The strength of her desire and love helped her in this. And you saw the result yourself.
Having said this, the Fairy turned to Echo:
- You are filled with true Love, Echo. Not everyone can do this. Loving is a simple and at the same time complex science: you need to be able to feel and see the world through the eyes of your loved one, breathe in rhythm with the one you love. You can do this too. Today I want to fulfill your deepest desire. Say what you want.
There were notes of doubt in Echo’s voice:
- I would like to see the sun, to meet it with my beloved, but then I don’t
I can transmit the sounds of the world...
- Why can’t you, Echo? You can do anything, and Love will help you with that. I know for sure. Sometimes I become a birch tree so that I can meet the sunrise or sunset with my loved one. But that doesn't stop me from being myself. So who does Echo, in love, want to be? Or can I figure it out myself?
In response, Echo just smiled. The curious were frozen in anticipation: what miracle has the Fairy prepared? Flash of light. From somewhere from the sky a song about Love poured down like warm rain…. Near Dubovik, clinging to him with her carved wings, reminiscent of the wings of a strange bird, Echo sang! That day the lovers got married. The forest was noisy with joy, and Dubovik for the first time felt that he had a big family in which love lived.
Throughout the spring and early summer, no one disturbed the idyll in the forest: the peasants went for berries along other paths, and the birds and animals were busy with their offspring. And then, one hot summer night, a flower grew in the place where the rainbow drop fell. He was somewhat similar to his father Dubovik, but had the same beautiful voice as Echo. He differed from his parents only in the strange light that lived in his petals. When in the morning the parents discovered a sleeping beautiful miracle with luminous petals, they immediately remembered the Fairy’s prophecy:
- From the love of your hearts, a glorious, wonderful flower will be born, which will have a great gift - to fulfill any desire expressed by the soul. Your daughter will grow up happy and will definitely choose as her companion someone who can love her as lightly and selflessly as you love each other, as Dub and I love each other. She can do whatever she wants. Years will pass and people will make up fairy tales about her...
The rays of the dawn Sun slid across the children's petals... Little Flower began to stir and opened his eyes. He looked around in surprise and smiled.
- Good morning, our beloved daughter! “We’ll call you Scarlet Flower,” Dubovik and Echo said in one voice. - Good miracles to you in life, our happy miracle.
…P.S. Recently a magpie said that she herself had heard people pass on from mouth to mouth fairy tales about a Magic Flower that fulfills any cherished wish. They tell fairy tales, but they haven’t seen the Flower itself, so they don’t know his name. They call him something strange, in their own way, but everyone is looking for that same Flower girl, the daughter of Dubovik and Echo. When particularly persistent seekers come to the Old Oak with questions, he gives everyone the same answer: “Thousands of people are looking around the world for the Magic Flower, hoping that it will fulfill their deepest desires. No one knows where it grows and therefore considers its location a universal mystery. In fact, everything is simple: This flower grows from the seed of Love in each of us. And everyone, with their faith and desire, can accomplish everything their soul desires.”

With love,
to our daughter Anastasia,
To Scarlet Flower from mom and dad.

Hello again! This material belongs to a whole series of articles in which answers for the game Riddles Magic History in Odnoklassniki.

In turn, we note that this material contains answers to levels 251 to 260 of the Magic Story Riddles game on Odnoklassniki. You are welcome, use it and rejoice!