GOOD EVENING EVERYONE, ALL CREATURES FROM ALL WORLDS.
First, please, my friends listen to some almost- lullaby with me, then I will tell you a bedtime story to ensure you all will sleep well and will be having nice dreams.
Here, here, come and listen to it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7iR39_h-hI&feature=related

I'm waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything's dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
I'm waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel
Is tranquility

There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way with its light
And in the glow of the moon
Know my deliverance will come soon

There is a sound in the calm
Someone is coming to harm
I press my hands to my ears
It's easier here just to forget fear

And when I squinted
The world seemed rose-tinted
And angels appeared to descend
To my surprise
With half-closed eyes
Things looked even better
Than when they were opened

Been waiting for the night to fall
Now everything is bearable
And here in the still
All that you hear
Is tranquility

Did you love it? This is one of my favourite songs. When I am walking in the twillight and the trees are casting long shadows where the meadow ends I often humming this in myself or singing it out to the eagles that are searching for their nest to rest before the next day's hunting.
It is said diversitas delectat-that diversity giving you great pleasure. This is why globalisation might threating all the different colours in our rainbow.
We, The Warriors of Light are coming from very different places. Me, from a place called Karpathian-basin. I want to tell you the legend tonight of a remarkable woman, called Emese. This is my first name too. She was the mother of all Hungarians. My name has different interpretations and one of the meanings is fairy tale.( the others are little mother and sow) They say nomen est omen-and this is true too, cuz I love tales, to tell and to listen to. Even my thesis in the UNI was written about ancient teachings in folk tales and legends. Because in them there is a symbol language imprint-it comes through long centuries, even over millenia. All we have to do is decoding it and refind the precious jewells hidden inside in them. The Tibetans call it terma and the person finding it, tertön, we could be tertöns if we want, and when finding all the sleeping secrets and awaken them we can retell them again and again to our kids and friends and to all who are thirsty hearing wonders. Because wonders do happen, everyday. We live in a world of magic and we are-you know it or not-the wizzards.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terton

Emese was the wife of Ügyek, the leader of our tribes, seven of them, my people coming from the middle of Asia, an area close to today's Mongolia.
She had a dream. She dreamt that a TURUL bird came to her and was making love to her, giving her a son, who became the leader of the united tribes in our new home-the place what we call Hungary now-after all you see, you can trust your dreams-apparently it became true, as I am writing this story at the river Duna in my beautiful country.
Because she had her vision in her dreams she named her son ÁLMOS-which literally means Sleepy. Funny name to a mighty warrior who conquered all and really became the leader of my people, and really had this name. Imagine a today's president with this name. lol
But at that time, all took dreams and vision and their interpretations very seriously. We, magyars-Hungarians, as starnge as it sounds-are close to Native Americans as they too came from Asia, as we did. Here, even today we have shamans, the linear descendants of those who interpreted Emese's dream to her husband Ügyek. Again, I am utterly serous here.
It's an ancient land with ancient legends. It's a bit like living in the world's Tolkien was writting of. We had a writing, they are sorta runas-they called rovás írás-it was carved into pieces of woods.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turul
Sometimes, if you want it I will tell you another legend-about the blood oath wich unified our tribes and made us a nation or the magic deer who charmed two young heros-Hunor (noticeHUN-or-he was the father of the hun tribes, the great grandfather of Attila and Magor ( we call ourselves magyar, and our land Magyar-ország-he was our forefather) to Meiotis, which was an enchanted place and led them to their wives and showed them a place they always wished for.
Tonight-Ngawang Csime-it's me too-non-ceasing speech power-Dzsecünma, my teacher gave it to me, only she knows why, lol-saying good night to you all. sleep well-all of you according your local time
with love:
Emese

SHE IS EMESE: