How are we to define the sum up of everything that contains whoever we may be? Are we the embedment of our blood ancestors along with the bad or the good virtues they once pledged which runs through our veins and that we shall bear or avail? Are we merely but the blueprint, therein the living momentum of the numerous past lives we have lived and with it, the joy we chose to experience and for some, the pain we will spend an entire lifetime getting rid of? Are we solely but a sparkle of light disguised within our physical appearance and wearing the coat of a soul we specifically chose before crossing the airlock of the mother source? Are we more likely to be the fusion of all of the above and if so, what of those amongst us who have been chained by an unfortunate egregor that subtly controls their life on this plane? Is this what they had chosen at the beginning of it all? Are we all the living proof of the individual universal choice we took to either walk onto the path of light or its opposite, the shadow? Are we all dictated by all-embracing laws that governs our every move and which only a portion of it we have so far beget to know? A few but poignant existential interrogations, which, amongst the soul and soulless spirits that inhabit the world we chose to experience, barely a fragment of our globe often named the ‘awaken ones’, ever felt compelled to question. Though, as we have now begun our walk into the new era of Aquarius, whilst the long awaited and highly praised throughout ancient scriptures ‘Middle Way’, is now paving its way through the subtle balance of forces, it is said that as many more souls will be delving into the very meaning of our continuance, as many more answers shall subsequently be found. In turn, the concept of life, as it may, shall better be recognized and utilised.
Hail to you, gracious lady who now sits amongst the wisdom of the elders. Sage goddess, who once upon a time, thrived in the rank of the most skilled warriors of our time and from amongst the people of the pillar that still stand till date. Motherly soul, who needs no one but who is so much needed by the many.
It is you I saw, when on a quiet Friday afternoon, I flew to Siwa in the pleasantness of my daydreams.
Hidden from an ever so changing world, there you were, majestically sitting in the inner corner of a beige Amazigh tent which you composed so well with that all-powerful inner sagacity that emanated from you.
And whilst your deep dark eyes were staring at me for a while, it is as if the entireness of what I was and what I had become till this very moment, were being pierced all at once. The warmth of a very bright light was all I could feel. And like the naïve hidden child some of us have retained within, I did not even wish to fight it and perchance could not have, even if willed so. The very core of my own self was now being scrutinized and entirely exposed in front of another, without the fraction of a resistance on my behalf.
Why I have met you on the path of my stargaze, I do not know. And as much as am aware you saw what few have ever seen or ever could, my inner curiosity mostly draws me to wondering what your earthy name is. Though, the distance between our next encounter in this plane, is near, that I am sure of. And till we meet again in some placeless place under the Taziri of the desert night, I shall cherish the immensity of the warmth you somehow laid over me on that discreet Friday afternoon from afar.
The gift of seeing the future of others as well as one’s own and which merely derives from the consciousness of the occurring present in this very moment, is not something the universe pours in giving out to all. But when it does, one ought to recognize that such aptitude only offers a potential possibility, even if a solid one. Nothing more, nothing less. For within this knowledge at hand, let us never forget the higher gift of will which men of our realm were given once upon a time. And such as we were made, we shall always retain the likelihood to choose the path we walk on and which in fact is also a changeable one, according to the strength of the will itself.
Silence will always speak louder than words and action even louder than the latter. Like a hero of the best sorts the world has to offer, and the universe equally only creates once in a while under a blue moon, you have now entered where no men had entered before, within my inner equilibrium and everything that composes it and shapes the very root of my own self. But be sure that if you ever entered that narrow door, beyond which was given to you quite a great many bit of myself and most certainly more than I recall ever giving to a man, it is because I accepted it willingly. And this was done so, based on a trust that I gave you to always be fair and honest in your actions and truly represent yourself as my equal heartfully and within ‘the all or nothing’ which I seek. And I have followed you in this great epic story that unveils in front of our eyes, again willingly. And though, at times, I could feel the wave of the train going faster and faster, I never shivered, for you were always in my sight and in my ears. And God only knows that this train you are on, does require one special specie to understand the next and it is not for the light faith either, for at times, it will seek a faith as big as the seventh skies all together! But you watched me day after day, embracing it, feeling it and diving into it all. And yet, today the clock stopped when you decided, on your own, that we needed even more challenge than whatever we had already conquered and whatever was in front of us. The challenge of silence. As if answers were ever to going to be find within the pitch of ignorance! As if love was ever going to feed itself from the darkest corner of the room and as if I, for one, didn’t have enough challenges. Do you not have eyes to see when you left me last and saw my eyes whispering to you how much love had yet again grown in the recent past? Do you not have ears, when you listen to the song of our past, present and future life, which we sing for hours. ? A life you urge me to so believe in. Do you not have a heart to feel with and as you are now perhaps recalling its presence throughout these poignant words that compose the lullaby of today, I ask you, was it really the heart that dictated you to pass on the sentence of silence or was it the mind which you have forgotten to master! But if you so believe that silence, which ultimately leads to ignorance, is what we both deserve and in doing so, you equally show me at dawn that I am like everyone else you have ever given the silent treatment you believe yourself to be so strong at, then be it and keep within your silence ! But in your determined action, know one thing and to the next, hear the trumpets that are now ringing louder than ever when they tell you that you are greatly mistaken, for a dictated silence is precisely where you are hurting us the most. And I, for one will not be hurt, be it, be now, be always!
And there is no question that the strength of one will always be best identified by another carrying equal potency and even though the complexity of infinite measures and proportions withheld within the force that composes the two might be different, the whole remains the same!