Eye of the Darkness

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  • A window into time-space

    Lotus, embarrassed:….it will be clouds of dust, pressure, noise, friction,…levels of entropy never heard of…yup, gas won’t be an exception, and all of it in this heat….if you can bear it, of course😐

    What She forgot to mention was She was about to give me something no one has ever given before.
    The Stars
    To keep
    Me company
    For a few nights
    🌟 ⭐️ 💫

  • Shepherd S

    Would ONE be heard in a herd?

    -…and the sane one would turn…
    -They’re not turning, why should I?
    -…if you don’t wanna listen to me, here you go, look at it by yourself
    -You don’t understand, they know better, I know better…
    -I’m one of them, and I say Turn!
    -One of them doesn’t mean them. I need the same info from many, that’s the correct information.
    -…you know I never lied to you, you call me ‘a friend’. Please turn..
    -You are my friend, see I’m holding your hand, yet others don’t see what you see, so do you think I can?
    -I’m not asking you to see. I’m asking you to turn. There’s still time.
    -Make others move, I’ll join then.
    -Turn for your kids! Please! Do it for your children, grandchildren, for your family!
    -It’s terra incognita. This squeeze is not something I wished for, yet I know I can rely on them, lean on them. It’s my security. You, on the other hand, are somehow changing in front of my eyes, breaking down, disappearing
    -TURN! I beg you…

    …yet the mass of 7.8 billion bodies kept walking to the edge. While the frontlines kept already falling off a cliff in millions, the centre and back still didn’t pay attention, since it wasn’t the mind of the herd that was moving them, but their belief in “a story of a shepherd”.
    The one, who’s unlike the others. The one, who watches over them all. The one, who would warn them if something went wrong. The one, who guides them, protects them. The one, who touches a dead mind drowned in the stream of belief.
    And that’s when the only road, that existed and they all shared, suddenly forked. By her steps.
    She was followed by no one, but a silent chant of a herd ‘she part, she part, she part…’. Yes, their part departed.
    Over the years that followed you could still hear the stories echoing the whisper of tails of a herd.
    The herd which didn’t exist in billions anymore, as only few millions survived, changing their direction by the swift movement of the last moment.
    They kept walking in a new direction for centuries, reflecting on the words of the one that had left.
    They thought her to be different.
    Unlike them.
    They thought her to be A clairvoyant.
    They praised her.
    They remembered her in a story of a friend that fell into pieces and disappeared one day.
    A story of She that parted the herd.
    A story of She that finally got heard.
    All of them connected into a story of A shepherd watching over them.
    No words were to be trusted, no one else was to be heard, but her spirit.
    And so blind, deaf, numb, they kept on moving, breath by breath…

    -Are you saying this is what humans do? Ignoring each other, waiting for “the sign from the spirit”, accepting dead words only? Does it mean they will never learn?
    -They’re learning by every breath, love. Yet they are still unable to accept an honest information of the other. And so they keep on following that, what they think they know, what they feel.The vibration of a tale

    of the other🖤

  • Mira

    -mira?
    -Yes, love.
    -Why you never got married
    -Hm, how do they say it? You see, there was this boy..
    -Just like in that song😁
    -Yes. A very lonely boy, who hungered for love that of a father. And because he was a very creative little boy, he created such a father in his heart, carrying him within himself everywhere he went, cherishing him. 
    As the time went on the boy created for fun a whole family, this one occupying his mind. Its members were a bit funny, a bit intelligent, a bit annoying, a bit mad, a bit selfish, a bit you name it- resembling a real family. And because he created them, they were all not only truly connected to him, yet also under his total control, unable to hurt him in any unexpected way. 
    The years flew by, carrying the boy on their wings, dropping him back to the ground as a young man. Who began to long for the love of a young maiden, his divine counterpart. 
    And so he set up to create her, once again virtually, by fishing in the waters of virtual reality, searching for the threads to weave the virtue of his heart. 
    -Threads?
    -Yes. When our virtual eyes met, he wanted to use me as such, yet with time he understood I was too dark, too dumb, too unpredictable, too not right. And so he left, deleting my footprints on the go. He lives nowadays with his virtual divine match.
    -And you?
    -I can’t change my true nature for anyone, love. Being nothing but A mirror of the core. Of the other, in this very case pretending to be deleting my being, my features, my fingerprints, my footprints, my hair… 
    -I don’t understand.
    -You see, those parts of me, he was trying to delete, were just a reflection of his true core. His true persona. Meaning, his mentally created divine counterpart was about to delete the figure being reflected by the mirror, not the mirror…

  • Her wings

    …and as she was lying motionless on the ground, she felt his insanely soft lips whispering to her forehead-
    “I found my soul family, but you, you are unique, my love, you are my divine counterpart. My body belongs to my Earth family, yet my soul and heart are forever yours. Will you…?
    That’s when her heart stopped completely
    Just like that
    Without a defibrillator
    Without any intervention
    Unstoppable tears disappeared after three days
    And she suddenly sat up
    Timidly smiling
    Feeling free
    Feeling divinely light
    As if carried by the wind
    Tarot only confirmed the mentioned – she earned her wings.
    By recognising the old pattern on a soul level🖤

  • Let Your Ship Set Sail

    7/06/25
    Last night eye dreamt about a large black ship in the sky, floating over the horizon from right to left, passing the buildings, then descending smoothly to sail the river of the South.
    I, as usually, took photographs of it, with flamingo sky and buildings below, intending to show them to my Dad…
     
    When I woke up, eye knew the skyline didn’t belong to London, since its aircrafts spinning my head were always heading in the opposite direction. 
    6 weeks later, eye followed a black airship, melting in the west into the mellow magenta of Italian sky, offering the very twin of a photograph from my dream..
     
    8 weeks later (2/8/25)
    -…by the way you’ve heard of that earthquake in Kamchatka? It’s supposed to create a tsunami, I’m not saying it to scare you, it’s just popped on my screen the other day…
    Lotus’s innocent gaze gifted me with a silent slap. 
    -You’re telling me now?? Did you check?!
    -No, there was no time and theoretically we are at a safe distance..
    -Ok. Was there ever a tsunami in Galapagos?
    -Dunno, I’ll check.
    The Google came up with an evacuation of the area 3 days before our arrival to Miami.
    -Slavka, and now what?? All that money, such a journey and for nothing??
    -Why nothing. If you insist I’m pretty sure, someone will take you there. The question is whether you’ll see anything. Still, I can’t believe there’s a real tsunami,- I said with a smile.
    -Which part of that sentence is supposed to make me smile??
    -Guess, none of it. To me though, it’s my dream from 11/7/25. Told you we were in Galapagos, descending the stairs of stone, when I suddenly felt the big tidal waves coming from the distant horizon. We wanted to go left, yet water was faster, wanted to climb the stairs again, yet a giant rock slab, carried by water, pushed us back. Eye was correct🥹 yet no one’s gonna believe me, like usually.
    -I will, since I remember you told me about it back then
     
    The last intuitive card eye picked up this morning in London was the one uploaded with this post.
    43. Let Your Ship Set Sail
     
    And so one dark craft, leaving the eastern magenta skies behind, descended in the true West to smell the forever rose and skilfully navigate the mighty river of South💜

  • Et si tu n’existais pas…

    Who knew, right?🙂
    There would be time
    Therefore space
    When I listen to this song 
    Being whole 
    Again
     
    Morphing lyrics in my mind
     
    Et si tu n’existais pas
    It would mean
    No ties
    No lies
    Nothing
    But sweet sweet breath
     
     
    Of true freedom

  • Feather heart

    Truth outweighs the lie

  • Last nite

    -What did you do last night?
    -Eye zoomed in on a rather peculiar world
    -Of?
    -Two
    -Two what🤷🏿‍♂️
    -Mystical birds, simply meant for each other. The male was playing piano, and a female…nothing important.
    -Why?
    -Since the lyrics to his song kept insisting on the need. To rebuild.
    -What exactly?
    -Fences of the ocean.
    -Guess, he feels the need to fence himself.
    -No, just to stretch out his finger🖤…

  • Thee

    problem was that any story was offered by “the teacher”, creating it for “a student”.
    The only exception was dying

    Tao te Ching

    X

  • Nothing but a memory

    Holding the memory 
    Of a memory
     
    Within