Changeable future

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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.

Sophie Parou

Free writer

Illusion of strength

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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!

Sophie Parou

Free writer

Forces of life

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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!

Sophie Parou

Free writer

Octobria moon

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As I watch this new moon of October attaining its half course before its cosmos purpose eventually reaches its final destination and the awoken ones feel its blessing, I recollect my thoughts and remember. Today, across the distance of five kilometers from one another, which is our current reality, you told me the elders whom I pushed you to reconciled with, spoke and said ‘ you are the watcher, my son and though this comes as a gift from the universe, be aware, for such aptitude will equally bring its hardship when you understand, and you must now. For the price of silence shall always be the fruit you bear for the truth your eyes only can see’.

And so, if this double sword reality of yours has now become a permanent one, I righteously ask myself what of my name and role within this equation of ours? I am the white avatar sent to you to unleash and activate the second part of your life? I am the Delphi that plays its role till all crosswords meet and your destination is reached or perhaps is it that your destination was also always mine to be?  I am the fastest one of both spirits as we know it, that shall ironically have to continuously slow you down for the absorbing of what you feel and see is too overwhelming ? Or perhaps in the end, I am ultimately the once born small queen that had the power to ground a Hamza of our time and an all eye seeing?

The future is ours to be or not to be….

And though in this late hour, I still do not know my true name, I shall accept and choose to be whatever the universe has intended for me to be and throughout what transpires of us and the love that materializes from us, if only for the greater purpose of humanity and those that deserve to see and live it.

Sophie Parou

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Constantia et virtute

Whilst I am now at a pause and am flying above the macro of what we are, I can clearly see that am facing the constant of my own self, whilst being entangled in the constant self  of yours which I tapped in and disturbed, some many days and hours behind.

Was it the ‘Avatar’ invisible name which I bear within me that could not resist the temptation of seeing a sleepy warrior at rest or was it the perhaps latter coupled with an even greater ‘maktoob’ I have yet understood ?

Henceforth, two constancies are now looking at each other, facing and dancing with each other and whilst this could go on for a while, the constant of me that envelops everything that I AM and which withstands for its own  equilibrium and necessary grounding into this plane of life we have been given has now began to be speak to me loudly. The voice of Sofia that sits in the kingdom of wisdom and which you can never ignore when you have chosen your side and which I, for one, could furthermore never deny bearing a name like mine…

This all or nothing within the two species that we are, perhaps has a louder voice in mine for it is now calling on me to claim its righteous place within the equation and constant that you are. When the greatest God given feeling is being met, it should be fully embraced and so I try. But I also think when the universe created this heavenly sentiment and  created with it, humanity as its recipient, it inevitably knew  that as time would pass by in our Anima Mundi, fewer of us would truly feel and embrace it in all its mystery, beauty and given power. Are you one of them, the voice asks ?  Or are you just a wanderer who almost lost his soul once and still is trying to walk back onto his path 7 ? Was I merely but the candle that spread light onto you and you the mirror that reflect it ?

To be continued….

Sophie Parou

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