I had ventured out on a Journey that had gone from bad to catastrophical in just one day.. Firstly I had left all I held dear behind me, with only a voice in my head that it was going to be alright, as my only guide.. Doubts were all over.. So I had asked the Universe for a guide and that guide came to me in the form of a young woman and powerful sorceress by the name of Manaliona, which I fell in love with.. That woman and I travelled to Barcelona to attend a huge trancefestival.. But she met my best friend of the time and soon enough I was left outside of their company.. It was new years eve and I was in a festival.. Disastrously maimed inside I went to the dancefloor and did my best to dance out my sadness and pain.. During this night, my eyes found a tall and proud black warrior.. As we saluted he saw the pain in my eyes and lifted me up high above the mass of dancing people and together we screamed out a deep and loud, purifying scream that echoed a long time inside me.. That was a high level healing of a shattered heart.. I still do not know the name of this mysterious warrior.. An angel that showed up just in the right moment in the right place and helped me breathe that one necessary breath I needed to keep on fighting.. Hope is the last thing that abandons you it is written, but eventhough it is your responsabilitiy to care for it, sometimes fellow angels are needed to reflect and remind You of it.. Thank You for reminding me in a critical moments Lion Heart.. I salute You with this..