Make a wish! The magic flower makes dreams come true. Flower of cherished desires


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 to whom everything comes easily and simply. This is no coincidence. They just felt the Universe.

You can become a person who can easily fulfill desires! Remember - you are a wizard in your life ...

For each of us a magical Seven-flower Flower has blossomed ... Look how beautiful, wonderful and unusual it is ...

And each color is not just chosen ... It is of great importance ...

PURPLE - OTHER WISHES;
BLUE - KNOWLEDGE;
BLUE - JOURNEY;
GREEN - HOUSING;
YELLOW - MONEY;
ORANGE - HEALTH;
RED - LOVE ...

Ask yourself "what do I really want?" ...

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

At least you can get 7 desires ... And the maximum, I am silent ... Everyone has their own ... Am I right?

Torn off? Guess what?

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

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

Hello again! This material belongs to a whole series of articles in which are published the answers on the game Riddles Magic Story in Odnoklassniki.

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

Riddles Game: A Magical Story. Answers to Levels 251, 252, 253, 254, 255

Level 251 - Riddle:

Gently unhurriedly shod her left-handed?

Correct answer to riddle # 251: BLOCH

Level 252 - Riddle:

What do we say when the toastmaster gives us the word?

Correct answer to riddle # 252: TOAST

Level 253 - Riddle:

The mother walks with an arrogant muzzle. Nearby is the daughter - with a proud gait.

Long-haired daughter and mother, their entire family is called ...

Correct answer to riddle no. 253: LAMA

Level 254 - Riddle:

If the flower was cherished, the one that looks inconspicuous,

To make a magic petal?

Correct answer to riddle # 254: DESIRE

Level 255 - Riddle:

With this thing, I say

We will lay the table, friends.

The correct answer to riddle no. 255: TABLE

Riddles Game: A Magical Story. Answers to Levels 256, 257, 258, 259, 260

Level 256 - Puzzle:

So that in winter your feet do not chill on a snowy road,

Both big and small put on ...

The correct answer to riddle No. 256: VALENKI

Level 257 - Riddle:

An animal gallops, not a mouth, but a trap.

Both a mosquito and a fly will fall into the trap.

The correct answer to riddle no. 257: FROG

Level 258 - Riddle:

He lives in Australia - this marsupial animal,

On the ground he builds nests. He is omnivorous. Digging the earth.

A garden and a meadow - it is long-nosed here and there ..

The correct answer to riddle no. 258: BANDIKUT

Level 259 - Riddle:

Lives quietly, does not hurry, wears a shield just in case.

Under it, not knowing fear, walks ...

Correct answer to riddle no. 259: TURTLE

Level 260 - Riddle:

He looks down on you - you will not find a flower more proud,

He is in autumn garden lord, this is a bright color ...

Dedication
To our beloved Daughter Anastasia,
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 it.
And everything in You and the World is harmonious,
when you realize that you are a 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 health
joy and Your Love will be
every minute of life is filled
Anastasia, Scarlet Flower
Universal Divine Love.

“Thousands of people are looking for
Magic Flower, hoping that one
will fulfill their most cherished desires.
No one knows where it grows and
therefore considers its location
a universal secret. In fact
everything is simple: this flower grows
from the seed of Love in each of us.
And to each by his faith and aspiration
under the power to accomplish everything that the soul desires "
Old Oak from the Enchanted Forest

One spring morning in the wilderness of the Magic Forest, in the shade of a tall Old Oak, a Flower grew. Inconspicuous, with large carved leaves and slender stems, it resembled an outlandish bird that flew into this ancient Forest from distant unknown countries and sat down under the Oak to rest from over-summer. The bird's wings remained spread, as if it was preparing to take off again: this is how the Flower caught the rays of the sun with its patterned wing-leaves.
The resemblance to an outlandish bird did not make the Flower outwardly beautiful, but at the same time its inner beauty was not in doubt: kindness and care helped to become a favorite of local residents. Already in speed 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.
Once the birds from the neighboring forest asked the Flower for his name. In response, the interlocutor sighed and lowered his head: he did not have a name or, perhaps, he did not remember it, 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 remembered at least my name ...
Having heard this, the wise Owl reassured his friend:
- Do not be sad. It is not so important where you came to us and who your ancestors are. Perhaps the time will come and you will find out everything. And if such a case does not arise, it is not scary. It is important to know who you are and what you live for. If a bird brought you here with a seed, know our you, forest, and your homeland is here. And we all have one past: we are all children of the Sun and the Earth. We came into this world to help each other, honor the Sun and take care of the Earth. Who are you? You are a flower and I am Bird - Owl... Someone is born a butterfly, and someone is a tree. Each - his own way. You were born and live under the Oak, you took strength from it. Fed by the Earth: with its juices the care of everyone has passed to you. And let the Sun light you get little, but the main thing from the Sun - the light of the soul - you know how to take. One thing is not good that you do not have a name. But this is also fixable: we will call you Dubovik.
The audience really liked this name, and therefore since then 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 holds his feet-roots behind a stone ledge and looks into the abyss. A song is heard through the splash of water and the darkness. A pleasant female voice pours like a river and rises up, penetrates the soul, stirs up the blood .... Sadness and excitement, joy, tenderness and moonlight flow into its roots and stems. It seems to Dubovik that he heard this song and this voice always, that he lived only to hear it at least once again ...
Plunging into 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 looked at his palm for a long time. Then she said something quietly, putting a grain in his hand, and walked with a quick step forward. Dubovik closed his eyes, hoping that the vision would disappear. But he was mistaken: replacing each other, memories of the past flashed before him. From the palm of a young traveler, a seed falls into the ground. But at the place of the fall, a Flower grows, very similar to Dubovik. Another exactly the same Flower is brought to the house of a young man 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 bloom on a hot summer night. One of them is singing ... The last picture inspired sadness on Dubovik: he saw how someone's hand picked up a small seed near two flowers in a large garden. I threw the seed into my pocket. Then light, fall, flight in the Bird's beak ...
The vision disappeared, and with it the song that 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 plays with the tints of moon silver. It was just a dream, but how wonderful! Sleep pictures kept me awake. And the more he remembered, the more it seemed that he remembered all the smells, sounds, felt the warmth of the summer night seen in a dream and even hears the voice of the second flower ... Such a gentle beautiful voice! The flower sings some kind of song ... Only now, for the hundredth time scrolling through what he saw, immersed in pictures with his head, feeling smells and perceiving sounds, Dubovik finally understood everything ... It was not just a dream. And he's not strange at all. This is a memory - a memory! A song from the depths of a mountain gorge raised deeply hidden childhood memories in it. Two beautiful flowers that met in the same garden and fell in love with each other are his parents. Mom-flower in a gentle voice sang a song that the most beautiful feeling on earth is Love. Even then, he absorbed these words, sounds, remembered her voice with all his being. Then someone stole him 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 and experienced it again. Now he knows who he is and where he is from.
When emotions subsided, Dubovik fell asleep again. This time he did not see anything in his dream, but again he heard a song that helped him remember his past. The singing girl's voice 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 sunbeam settled on the carved leaves of Dubovik and he woke up. First of all, the Flower began to ask everyone if there was a girl somewhere nearby who sings such touching songs. They didn't have to ask for a long time: many heard about the girl, where she lives knew even less forest people, her name was known only to the Sun, but no one ever saw the songstress.
The stories about a girl named Echo further inflamed Doo-bovik's curiosity: now he wanted not only to know everything about her, but also to see. And if it was somehow possible to learn more about it, thanks to the stories of migratory birds, people and inhabitants of neighboring forests, then it seemed impossible to see. It was getting harder and harder to argue with my heart: she pounded to the beat of her songs - Dubovik fell in love!
One of the nights, when the lover could not close his eyes, Ve-ter rushed in. He was so angry and noisy that through this noise Echo's song was almost inaudible. It seemed that today, more than ever, she is full of sadness. For a moment it seemed to Dubovik that Echo was crying - her voice was trembling. The flower could not go astray: his beloved is crying! The decision came instantly: at the risk of dying, Dubovik asked the Wind to pull out his roots from 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 pulled out Dubovik's roots from the ground, picked him up and carried him to his beloved. From the birds living in the mountains, the Flower knew that Echo lived in a deep mountain gorge, to which no one had ever reached. The wind and birds can see the entrance to the gorge from a height, but cannot descend into its depths to see the Echo. You have to be crazy to settle for such an adventure!
The wind still tried to reason with Dubovik, but he did not hear: he pulled his
roots on the ground, they clung to stones at the foot of the mountain - went to his beloved ...
The dawn found the hero on the way: the leaves-hands grabbed the air, the roots left a wet trail of flower sap, the Flower left the forces, but he walked. The head was spinning, the body ached, but the voice of the beloved was stronger than fear, uncertainty, fatigue. By noon, the sun was already scorching with might and main, burning the leaves and roots: Dubovik fell, rose and got up, crawled, but tirelessly approached the one whom he saw, and he sacredly believed in this, it was destined only for him. Delirious with fatigue, it seemed to him that she also loved him, otherwise how could her voice be a part of himself? Perhaps he has known her all his life and has always known her. Rave? Maybe. But this delirium now gives strength, warms the soul, gives hope.
At this time in the forest they were looking for Dubovik. The owl flew around the whole area, flowers and herbs whispered and sighed, tk. were convinced that the Wind-Brawler was unspeakably angry with someone and therefore pulled out the Flower. When everyone was tired of assumptions and useless searches, Old Oak spoke up. From surprise, silence reigned among those present: until that moment everyone believed that Oak fell into hibernation from old age and therefore was silent for many years. But now the fact was obvious: Oak did not sleep, he said:
- What is the fuss, forest people? The kid 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 with sprouts ... You live! So for him this spring became the spring of Love. But his Love is special: he found his soul mate. Not just a couple, but a soul with which he is connected by fate. The guy would have to reach, to have time ... However, if Love is real, then it will come ...
The oak fell silent. No one dared to break the silence: was it a joke, the Old Oak spoke! And how! It is strange, incomprehensible, mysterious, but his every word is so meaningful, warm, as if he were talking not about the Flower, but about his own son.
Only in the evening did Dubovik reach the mountain. All night, clinging to the stones with his roots, he climbed up. When the sleepy Sun just appeared on the horizon, the exhausted lover, leaning down, whispered in the gorge: “I love you, Echo. You are free from now on: let your voice live everywhere and everywhere. My Love will protect you. "
What Echo replied, how her voice changed and how warm, how notes of joy were born in him and sparkled with love, how a voice rose from the depths and embraced the whole Sky, the forest hero remembered vaguely. It seemed to him that he fell into a long sleep. The last drop of juice fell into the gorge. Dubovik froze, and Echo's cry cut through the silence of the morning like a ray of light and shook the Earth: "I love you!"
Dubovik woke up in the Magic Forest, under the crown of the Old Oak, on the same place... Animals and birds looked at him in amazement, and he was absolutely happy: here, next to, visible only to him, was Echo. And from now on, his beloved will live in this Forest, in his most often 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 Fairy of the Forest appeared. She carefully sat down on a 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 a flower, not a tree.
- You're right, love. - The oak seemed young and happy. - I doubted its strength, but today he proved that he is able to stand up for his Love. I am proud of Dubovik.
- He's all in you, dear. I remember that you, too, once followed me into this Forest and grew roots 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 was not for nothing that the Owl gave him your name.
- But how did our son survive today?
- The way you once survived.
- Then you saved me!
“And today Echo saved him.
- How? It's easier with you, because you are a Fairy, and she is a Voice, clothed 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 cognized true love?
- So it is, darling. Now we have a gift. You will weave a hut for them from your branches, where the sunlight would pass, but unkind people could not 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, it was done: by morning the hut was ready, and after a while a rainbow arose in the sky over the forest. Echo merged with her and became visible to everyone. Forest dwellers came running to see this marvelous miracle again. 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 was still singing about Love. The last strip of the rainbow melted into the blue of the Sky when Dubovik noticed a rainbow drop on his leaf, very much like a seed. The drop slipped off the leaf and fell into the ground next to the Flower. The place where she fell lit up with an iridescent light and instantly went out.
- What was it? - Oak asked the Fairy in a whisper.
“These are miracles that Echo's soul in love does. She wanted to give our adopted son the 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 addressed Echo:
- You are filled with true Love, Echo. Not everyone succeeds. To love 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 a loved one, to breathe in time with the one you love. You can do it too. Today I want to fulfill your most cherished wish. Say what you want.
There was a note of doubt in Echo's voice:
- I would like to see the sun, meet him with my beloved, but then I will not
I can transmit the sounds of the world ...
- Why can't you, Echo? You can do everything, and Love will help you in that. I know exactly. Sometimes I also become a birch to meet the sunrise or sunset with my beloved. But this does not prevent me from being myself. So who does Echo in love want to be? Or can I guess myself?
Echo only smiled in response. The curious froze in anticipation: what miracle did the Fairy prepare? Flash Light. From somewhere from the sky a warm rain poured a song about Love…. Near Dubovik, clinging to him with her carved wings that resemble the wings of an outlandish bird, Echo sang with its wings! On that day, the lovers played a wedding. The forest was noisy with joy, and Dubovik for the first time felt that he had a big family in which love lives.
Throughout the spring and early summer, no one disturbed the idyll in the forest: the peasants followed other paths for berries, while the birds and animals were busy with their offspring. And on one of the hot summer nights, a flower grew in the place where the rainbow drop fell. He was somewhat similar to Dubovik's father, but he 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 glowing petals, they immediately remembered the prophecy of the Fairy:
- 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 someone who can love her as lightly and selflessly as you love each other, as Oak and I love each other. She can do whatever she wants. Years will pass and people will lay down fairy tales about her ...
The rays of the dawn Sun slid over the children's petals ... Little Flower twisted and opened his eyes. He looked around in surprise and smiled.
- Good morning, our beloved daughter! We will call you Scarlet Flower, - Dubovik and Echo spoke in one voice. - Good miracles to you in life, our happy miracle.
… P.S. Recently she said forty, as if she herself heard how people from mouth to mouth transmit tales about the Magic Flower, which fulfills any cherished desire. Fairy tales are told, but the Flower itself has not been seen, therefore they do not know its name. They call him somehow strange, in their own way, but everyone is looking for the very same Flower girl, the daughter of Dubovik and Echo. When especially 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 most cherished desires. No one knows where he grows and therefore considers his whereabouts to be a universal secret. In fact, everything is simple: this flower grows from the seed of Love in each of us. And to each with his own faith and striving to accomplish everything that the soul desires. "

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

 

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