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

Page 359 of the continuous journey

I am the one with a line that has no beginning on this plane
but little care do i give to this, except for its grand ending !
I am a walker of the path nine …the one that happily precedes the last,
and merry at heart, day after day, i play the cast.
I am the child queen that kept on going despite the blasts, for every dark minute that sinks in the past ultimately represents its equal light !
I am the warrior of heart who was once told to keep quiet but too mighty was i, to ever comply…

Sophie Parou

Author 

Credit: Pic by Carlos Quevedo

Diary of a continuous journey II

 

I am a queen in pursue of the invisible kingdom and naïve enough to believe in it .
I am Joan of arc who wore the armor of Orleans , seeking all the great remaining warriors so as to prepare for an even greater battle.
I am the light that came from far away, so the old fortuneteller said, and determined to bring on a bigger light to a world mourning the loss of its faith.
And I am so uninterested in petty words of the mass, which I shall not vanquish any less , for my kingdom and sword are nothing but stardust as I am.
For in the end, I know I shall say ‘ what a journey!’

Sophie Parou

Author 

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When light speaks the truth

You were the one I utterly admired the most;
I was the one you secretly needed as a whole;
You were the one I felt in rage with, for in your world, all of the things were given in thin measures and never would you dare have given it all indeed!
I was the one and possibly the last, you still cared for, for all other souls had either failed or be gone from your space;
You were the one who nurtured me from the birth of a fame I had fully yet to embrace and strangely enough, the same tail which bore a twist of irony, for it only knew too well that that which you had given me, you also wanted a share of it but fate had decisively decided otherwise.
And faith and determination being the prerequisite of all accomplishments, I was the one who had the biggest wings of us both;
You were the one who kept on flying and swing to the extremity of the poles , for you simply did not know otherwise;
Whilst i was the one who held on tight to the middle way for convinced I was that of all of the possible ways, this was the only ever lasting one;
You were the one who mastered the speaking of words you composed so well and which could have inspired you in incommensurable measures , if you had but listened to own self;
I was the one who bore the ability to turn words onto paper people keep and can read again and again, long past the spoken words;
You were to be !…. and yet, you have never truly become till the hour that is now;
And such as there are two ways of spreading light, perhaps was I merely but the candle and you my dear friend, were the mirror that reflected it to the world!

Sophie Parou

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