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”.
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Today is the day, when I shall finally be granted that which I have read and seek for so long.
And thus the journey begins…
Mounted high enough so as to seize the view well ahead of me, in this instant, I am slowly moving with the motion of the desert beast and in a path that must have bore its steps a thousand times and which now gladly welcomes mine.
The feeling is alive and filled within a heart that beats like a child, when she is told she can fly to a place high and far above the stars. And it is in the same span of time that at once, I become aware that such junctures only come around at specific hours in this life and consequently, away from all eyes, I gracefully send my words of gratitude to the sky.
I am now in my element to the fullest. I am now in the center of our earth.
And whilst continuing to move forward onto the yellow sand, the final destination that bears the grandest algebra and equally so, the biggest enigma of all ages, finally faces me.
And at this moment, what was previously felt in the chest, whilst imagining the scene that would present itself to me, can now conclusively be witnessed in all its splendor and therein be plainly described as the ‘grandeur’ of what the will of man can achieve, when man himself understands the universe and its divine rhythm.
And a new day came when tired of waiting for fate to speak and most uncertain of it all, she walked in the openness of the moment and the following she wrote:
‘The hour that is now is filled with no pride but the one to write.
This hour has no dignity of danger either for in the world of pure feelings, none of it exists.
This hour is when the weapons fall down and the man sees with the heart and no longer with the mind and says…Amor vincit omnia !
In this hour you are the vision of everything that lays ahead of me though you are everything I cannot see…
And in mysterious ways does He and His universe work and mysterious enough is life itself and reoccurring encounters with forgotten ones …
Yet my sweet playfellow, as all the avatars that have preceded you and who shall follow after you, wisdom strikes only once even when hearts can beat twice in a lifetime and thus I bed you farewell for in truth, the link to a gateway is what you were and alas never will you be the gateway itself where the heart lays…!’
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The laws of the universe say that all doors eventually close when a new one urges to be opened and that the signs can not be rebuked nor can they be denied…
And thus if the maktoob of all things had vindicated my being with you on this plane and not the next, I say to you now, that I would want it all and nothing less; for the less will ultimately bring a shorter span to the greatest conquest!
So let us now be together for everything that is left and embrace our righteous place in this amazing fate that presents itself or at once abandon ourselves and forget the sacred number of the day when everything ever took place!
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I am the child within, that shall have bore three names in a life time
But fortunate enough to have had Wisdom as one of them…
I am a seeker of truth with enough might to throw the arrow when time shall say so and far will it go!
I am a walker of life who privileges the vertical way amongst all other available ways for isn’t where the horizon lays?
I am the avatar that shall pierce your circle and force you to seek what which you have never dared seeking for you had been thinking the universe has little to give and little thinking it is indeed …
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