As I watch this new moon of October attaining its half course before its cosmos purpose eventually reaches its final destination and the awoken ones feel its blessing, I recollect my thoughts and remember. Today, across the distance of five kilometers from one another, which is our current reality, you told me the elders whom I pushed you to reconciled with, spoke and said ‘you are the watcher, my son and though this comes as a gift from the universe, be aware, for such aptitude will equally bring its hardship when you understand, and you must now. For the price of silence shall always be the fruit you bear for the truth your eyes only can see’.
And so, if this double sword reality of yours has now become a permanent one, I righteously ask myself what of my name and role within this equation of ours? I am the white avatar sent to you to unleash and activate the second part of your life? I am the Delphi that plays its role till all crosswords meet and your destination is reached or perhaps is it that your destination was also always mine to be? I am the fastest one of both spirits as we know it, that shall ironically have to continuously slow you down for the absorbing of what you feel and see is too overwhelming? Or perhaps in the end, I am ultimately the once born small queen that had the power to ground a Hamza of our time and an all eye seeing?
The future is ours to be or not to be….
And though in this late hour, I still do not know my true name, I shall accept and choose to be whatever the universe has intended for me to be and throughout what transpires of us and the love that materializes from us, if only for the greater purpose of humanity and those that deserve to see and live it.
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 ?
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.
In this dimension of ours, it is said that true queens are born but every 100 years at a very specific time, in various corners of the globe and regardless of their forefathers. A well notable fact to a remaining but most secretive group located in Iceland and which can faintly be identified by the initial ‘M’. And whether this certainty is befalling the unforthcoming geometry of chance dictated by the above or perhaps other forms of magical rulings that may have occurred in the ancient days when the great sages of this world used to govern everything from underneath, till date, this process has been uninterrupted.
The following shall depict the birth, rise and death of a true queen and as we are told.
Once the heavenly bells sound the announcement of the first breath of the newborn queen, down below, on this majestic bright day, people living in the neighborhood and to further distances will strangely feel light and merry at heart. Nurses fetching for the child will sense a prompt attachment towards her and without any second thought to it, they will find themselves naturally calling her by her true attribute, “the little queen”. And by dusk, whilst the Shepard star slowly paves its way onto the sky, it will curiously shine a thousand fold stronger than on any other day. Hence, the night will thus appear bright and clear as if lighted by thousands of flamboyant lanterns.
A new queen is now born and with her essence comes the radiance of hope that the mass always seeks and thirsts for. A new nation has now become but has yet to know it.
According to the origin and well-conceived plan, the physical particulars of a queen are non-specifics. Except perhaps for a minor detail that resides in her earlobe uncommonly attached to her skin and which could indeed distinguish her slightly from the majority of the people of earth. Nature will nonetheless engage itself into the beautifying of a queen from birth but never so as to provoke, hence, flatter the dormant ego. As such, a queen will simply bear the beauty of the commonness.
And whilst the genesis informs us that the given name of a queen can bear various meanings, it also indicates that such epithet will most likely be carrying the synonyms of ‘wisdom’, ‘wise’, ‘angel like’ or ‘mother of believers’.
For further undisclosed reasons, it is also said that a queen will always be born during the fall season when nature slowly goes to sleep. And when numerology will be at play, all figures added shall disclose number nine. The one that precedes the last.
However, a queen will always be deprived of her own root identity and for harsh but nonetheless plausible reasons that seek source in the future map of the world and its delicate balance. Hence the parents who will be appointed to raise her shan’t be enacted from her bloodstream but rather be ‘the selected ones’ who will bring her up into the world. Thus, as persists the non-existence of a ‘past line’, as she grows older, once the awareness sets foot, a queen shall ultimately be eager to create her own. And from that point onwards, her actions will naturally burst forth into those reflected by the legendary Athena or Freyja. Her determination will furthermore belong to a few elite who thrive hard so as to climb to the highest point, and can not be tamed till they reach the accomplishment of their own vision. Hence, the siblings that she holds dear will strategically never be carrying a weight big enough to keep her from becoming. A queen will simply be flying the kite of life as free as butterfly but with the eyes and mind of a phoenix bird.
As strength ultimately needs to succumb her way, it is also in the image of the number 100, that the amount of happenings and episodes contained in the existence of a queen shall be multiplied. Thus once the written book is unsealed, her shall very much reflect that of a fiction novel that shall take you on a voyage of intense emotion, changing distances and adventures that are indeed quite uncommon in this life.
But there shall also be many empty moments in the life of a queen when nothing but loneliness fills in all the timeless places. Feelings of not belonging and enquiries into her true identity as well as the end of the journey and its purpose will often be questionable and may result in long pauses. Hiatus that shall remain now on and then, till she simply becomes and achieves the apogee of her life. But such halt shall never last for long periods of time for a queen will ultimately always seek root to her inner feelings and hold firm onto her own faith. And when asked about her religion belongings, she would probably daringly declare: ‘I am Godly”.
As about the affairs of the heart, she will undoubtedly have various spree but one thing which we are certain of as per the writings, is that a queen is always seconded by the shadow of a male who most decisively represents her equal in various ways.
And whether those beings called ‘queens’, shall reveal themselves as light workers or saviors have sometimes yet to remain unfolded and till time dictates otherwise.
And none of the above neither seems fair nor right but the way is nonetheless in perfect ad equation with the plan Mother Nature has withheld for grander beings. For indeed, a queen led to endure may conquer a world on the verge of falling but a world shall always be doomed to fail and be vanquished by a queen who has gone astray!
And as my eyes lay on the blue lights that magically blend with the whiter sparks invading the room on this windy night , I am now able to unravel your invisible name and see with a smile the true face of that which you are… You are the complete seven notes when played at once, You are here and yet everywhere at the same given moment, You are the equilibrium of the scale you seek and chose by the dark face of anger and fear you have seen, And your heart lays in the east… Yet, time only will ever tell if the miles you travel ever succumb to the thing you are missing… Ah! Welcome to my world and I to yours, Samurai glider!
~ Sophie Parou: Author ~ 