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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

Constantia et virtute

Day 19

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

Author 

Credit pic: Baptism 

The birth of Hamza…

Like a warrior who never understood the opposite sides of his godly powers and repeatedly misuses the darker shades of them within the outer life, time after time, till guilt can no longer sustain his own actions, you once wanted to die.

And so, even though once the act of dying is truly wished for and certainly takes a shorter time for a man to exit from this plane that the way he first came into it upon his birth, instead, you went to a place where very few men ever return from. That nameless dwelling in between life and death where the clock no longer matters, and only inner demons are fought hard with. And so, you struggled again and again, and you died within so many splits of seconds only to be reborn in the next!

Till a new day came and whilst it felt like you had reached  the end of the mad spin and whatever men choose at the end of this road, you finally gave in and accepted to live this one way ticket you had once been given and  the universe had equally made it clear it would not make you surrender so easily. And so, you climbed back your way out and as you came back to the white and bright side of what some call, the polarity line, you discovered a whole new spiritual side to this same life you hated so long ago. And you started wanted to fly, fly high into that unfamiliar world that felt like a pair of new wings that came with the discovery. And you cleaned your soul and like a child who is blooming into life and all of its fantastic discoveries, you’ve started wanting things, many things and perhaps even a little too much of it. Though, in truth, the universe will never cease giving to those who ask and ask, you can, for that same universe has so much to give.

And so, be it, be then, like the phoenix who was reborn from ashes, you were once again into life and on the way to discover all of its hidden godly mysteries.  And yet, one day, whilst sitting on that favorite new bench of yours that faced your favorite new sea that belonged to your brand-new life, visions of something even more grandeur and majesty came to you. A vision of bond and love. Was the universe playing tricks on you again ? For after all, had you not  made a promise to forbidden yourself from the pleasure of the flesh for as long as you could bare it and only the same universe all knew too well that indeed, you can bare plenty !

And so the vision turned into reality and the reality became yours to live. And the same man you  once forbid yourself to ever become again with all its intricated sides you fell to control,  eventually came back into life.

And this was the beginning …

Sophie Parou

Author 

 

When Hamza spoke…

He was a simple man as humble and kind as simplicity would have indeed dictated.
And in the most enchanting voice for the ears, he once said:
‘I am Hamza. I am no warrior nor preacher and fewer miles than many have i walked on the gardens of this earth. Yet, enough have i seen and equally have i learnt to know that the heart is what matters the most in our voyage throughout this plane and the six more to come should your soul have just been born. For truly, the heart is indeed the sole place where miracles and voiceless things of beauty, which long to live, shall reveal themselves at once and forever.
As to the affairs belonging to the sphere of the mind, beware. For once the intellect no longer acts as a mere servant to the heart but has become its own master, the heart shall indeed cease to be and will be ever so hard to regain.’

Sophie Parou

Author 

Credit: pic by Chedoy