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In the finest tradition of prestigious cakes and most particularly those who brush against the desirable limit of fantasy, prevails a man, whose most extraordinary fate or grander calling, urged him to set out from the Atlas Mountains of Morocco. Years later, he would become the greatest maestro chef and artist in his category, this progressing century has observed. Illustrated with rich and unique drawings that represent some of the most unprecedented chef d’oeuvres that led to the artist apotheosis, this book recounts the journey of what it took one convinced man to imagine and therein formulate; hundreds of magnum opus that certainly shook the Arabian world from year 2000 onwards. A labor of admiration, this book not only speaks to all the professional chefs that subtly compose our sphere but also, to both amateur and connoisseurs alike, in all things gastronomic. Throughout this journey and the compelling voice that derives from it, I set out to show that when man wants to exist, what can often be called madness by some, will equally be named ingenuity by others.

The path of Aquarius

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.

Sophie Parou

Author

Love of a kind

The hour is late and consumed now seem the thousands of words that have been spoken out, prior to this moment where parting from each other looks inevitable.

And whilst efforts were requested from both sides, in truth, the scales were never even. For they were always being pulled down in your favor by the many scars you carry with you and which the surface of your body fatefully attests for, if one cares to consider.

What a silly little girl she now seems to be, when she recalls how far she followed you and ultimately how little more she is now left with.

For with you, she was prepared to go to placeless places she had never been. For you, she had willingly opened her heart like a child who flies the kite for the first time. And by you, she stood and would continue doing so, like the misunderstood Viking angel warrior you would one day comprehend, or so she thought…

And yet if not her, then, did she righteously ask herself, who ever will?

Who will ever want to know you, once you unleash your darkest secrets? And be sure to know that in this life, you will inevitably have to share them all, if you ever wish to pretend to ‘true love’.

She did. she followed without ever turning her back and like the unknown hero of something that was much bigger than her at the time, she dared to face a truth that was ever so dark and that would inexorably make millions tremble. The sort of truth she could have never forecasted when the journey began and with it, ‘the all or nothing’ as she once claimed.

Who will ever want to stay with you, once they meet your inner demons?

And be sure they will…

She did. She fought and She fought, and She fought even more without ever tiring, as long as there was hope. For, with certainty, hope is one of her core lights, if only you had spared little time knowing her inner self more.  And so, changes happened, and hope was served well, for most of your monsters disappeared with time. All, except the last one. A nameless old inner battle of yours that would always come out faster than the speed of light, once unleashed. But first and foremost, a last torment which only you could deal with and in the harshest possible way, so it disappears forever more.

But a sadder truth is if the story of you both was to ever to be told, undoubtedly, most people would recall the deeds and choice of hers, a true and noble act of love. You never did. Proving your points and arguments fueled by that inner torment of yours, was always more important than whatever battle you both had won. As if small details mattered more than whatever beautiful things you both had accomplished within the macro of your voyage.

And so, it is that old inner Judas of yours who will have won over her and a final stroke that shook her enough to put her on the ground. And despite the tears that followed and the pain within and the words of hopelessness which were thrown at you and which many men would have recognized to be a call for the ultimate fight for love this journey must have so far, you simply ignored her. You turned and fled. And with this concluding act, you turned off her light.

As the sun now sets, this final moment begs to ask the ultimate question as to why did you not simply left her to be before you bonded with her?  And where is the soundness in wanting a person so hard, for so long and by day but also sometimes by night and once you have gained her love, her trust and some of her power she so freely gives you, to do so little to cherish it and keep it like a life treasure?

In the grander scheme of things, she also wishes to say to you there is no point in this life of yours which you have filled with hundreds of people, women, and experience, if when faced to one solid and true human experience, you act as if you had lived seclusively in a cave for most of your living. And would it not make more sense that, throughout all the stories that you have touched and accumulated, including your own, you be the quintessence of the best humans have to offer while we still live?

In this realm of ours, the universe still freely gives second chances to specie like you. And yet, what is to become of our world, if people no longer want to play along and be the key players, hence the givers of such chances, for the hurt is too great?

Like you, in this life, she has seen much and with it, she has felt even more, henceforth be sure that she shall heal.  But also know that instead of having been the crucial one that would powerfully contribute to her body and soul and ultimately conquer it all, she shall now remember you merely as the one who let it go. Instead of embracing the person that she was, you tried to shut it down and you hurt it in ways that are forbidden for species like herself.

For truthfully, you were indeed her vulnerably since the day she decided to live this epic story till the end and a better one, as she hoped for.  But it is also a weakness she shall never regret having given you, for this is the only way love will ever be able to create a magnus opus between two people, if it is so written. Be it now and forever and amen to it all!

Sophie Parou

Author 

 

Motherly soul

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.

Sophie Parou

Author

Changeable future

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

Author