The birth of Hamza…

WhatsApp Image 2019-09-19 at 11.59.14 copyLike 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

Credit pic: Moosiatko

When they spoke in year MMXII

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In the peaceful and remote county of Cantal, it is around a large fireplace, situated right underneath the octagonal roof of the now abandoned house of Rouvray, that they gathered once again and as they usually would, once a year, upon the announcement of St Sylvester.
The night was in its zenith and a humongous amount of majestic stars had shown up on this occasion.
And whilst the seven mages were calmly standing on top of a ruby red Persian carpet that still smelled of a rare type of frankincense that similarly reflected the wisdom of the entire room, they all began to chant.
But the song was no particular one for it was a melody they only knew the meaning of and which was ultimately drilling down to tap their ninth consciousness, the source of cosmic life force.
‘The comet is on its way; the comet is on its way and you can see it!’ suddenly said a young boy that dashed in front of the assembly in the same speed as the fireball he described.
The youngster who had ran two miles from the village of Belle Luge where he had been sent from, was out of breath and clearly disturbed by the unusualness of what he had heard and possibly witnessed.
The wise ones stopped, observed him for a seemingly eternal glance and whilst discretely smiling, as if foreseeing what just had happened, they simply carried on with their purpose.
The boy sat near the large chimney and whilst observing the sky from the corner of his eyes, as fate will have it, he would also be able to plainly absorb the scene that followed and which would greatly influence his future path.
As tradition goes, Hamza, the eldest of them all and whom by now accounted to over three hundred and twenty years of age, stood up. And whilst slightly raising his arms, he spoke and said: “Sometimes, let us remember that as many earthy life there are, as many paths there shall be. And even the clearest heart will, at times, see his road diverted to very unusual encounters.
For in truth my old friends, the universe and The Hand above it that knows it all, shall one day take you to unforeseen side-track paths and yet, to guide you but only better”.
Sophie Parou
Novelist

Credit: Pic by Novum1

Seeking the words that stay

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Give me words of eloquence and majestic sentences in remembrance of all the greatest poets of all, that once existed,
Give me words of wisdom and bravery, that shall fill in my journey,
Give me words of love and warmth, so that I shall tell myself and never forget that the heart precedes everything else,
Give me words of poetry and rhymes once again so they shall forever soothe the ear that listens to them,
Give me words of hope boasting the reward of the strong ones who shall not succumb to the temptation of the easy way,
And at once let me dance, let me fight , let me live and succeed in the strangest way that which has become my quest !