-Hm, how do they say it? You see, there was this boy..
-Just like in that songš
-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.Ā
As the time went on the boy created for fun a whole family, this one occupying his mind. Its members were a bit funny, aĀ bit intelligent, aĀ 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.Ā
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.Ā
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.Ā
-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 canāt 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 hairā¦Ā
-I donāt 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 mirrorā¦
ā¦we were just about to turn to Bury Walk that evening, when my gaze grazed a flat rear of a mighty double-decker, insisting on a MIRACLE.
-Leo, look a miracle!
-Where?! – blue eyes touched mine momentarily, flying away in a frantic search of the mentioned.
-Right there, on a bus.
Ā -Aargh, Slavka. Thatās just a word.
-Miracleās definitely not just a word. Have you ever seen a true miracle?
-No. Never.
I began to point enthusiastically towards my face, neck, torso, legs, presenting myself in all my beauty. Leoās unimpressed face was simply not having it.
-What?š
-Here,- my eyes began to project an exaggerated fake offence. Leo giggled.
-What??
-Me! Iām the miracle!
-How?
-Dāyou remember my proper name? So some people call me also Mira, cool? And āmira coolā is just that weeny bit longer version of miracle, I rest my case.
Leoās giant blue eyes were looking at me in disbelief, his face slowly melting into a deafening waterfall of a pure laughter that of children, and eye knew my words found the homeā¦
The word miracle kept stalking me that week, till a tarot reader on YT finally dared to point out my exact point- You are a miracle!
Ā
The story could stop there.
And yet life, being life, decided to take a different approach.
Three days ago I got introduced to a beautiful woman called Selma. When I pointed out her resemblance to her brother, she asked whether I knew Farouk. The following day I met Farouk himself, being a true gentleman like always, offering me an umbrella so my hair wouldnāt melt away.Ā
The next day I met someone, who knew Farouk, mentioning his name again and again.
And so taking an escalator down to depths of London Underground today, I was not surprised one bit when a man next to me exclaimed in Arabic- Fa Rooq!
The train arrived, and I finally set down, googling the meaning of that name. āThe one who discerns truth from lies. Justiceā
On the way home I listened to tarot for today- insisting the long blocked piece of information was finally finding its way to my life, being a form of justiceā¦
Thatās when I understood the tarot cards and their readers successfully finished their mission in my lifeā¤ļø
ā¦ and as the twilight began to melt the day, a smile in my eye caressed the photo of a little boy, to whom I was bound by the eternal thread of love.
The smile grew deeper as the mind began to recollect his words from long ago- his promise to buy me Lamborghini one day, to marry me one day ( only if nobody else shows an interest in such a task), to carry me everywhere, one day when Iām too old to carry not only others, yet myselfā¦and suddenly I heard Ducklingās voice crystal clear.
Ā
-..Iām telling you, it was the best holiday you could ever imagine! Ever! I love everything Italian – their country, their people, their ice cream. Everything is simply delicious there! De-li-cious ! Do you like that adjective?
He winked at me with the speed of a photon, carrying on his ode to Italy.
-Their brilliant way of emphasising the importance of a mere pavement. They say MARCIAPIEEEDE! It sounds like a whole regiment marches over there.
A mischievous expression of his face turned into a waterfall of soul tickling laughter.
-PIIIIIIIIIIZZA MARGARIIIIIIITA also tastes a million times better than a regular pizza! And those gestures!
With the enthusiasm known only to the children, he began to chase one hand with the other. Catching one of them, aiming straight for my eye, I pulled him closer to me.
-Do you know how to say I love you in Italian?
-No,- he shook his head,- will you tell me?
-Ti amo.
-Ti amo,- he repeated with his eyes closed, as if savouring the flavour of the words he had spoken. -Ti amo. Ti. A. M. O.-
A short laugh curled his lips again.
-It sounds like “ammo”. General, we certainly need more ammo! But I like it. Very much so.
He settled down next to me, softly as a kitten, his pupils dilated, looking into the distance, observing his own thoughts. Ducklingās smile, illuminating the delicate features of his face, faded, and a quiet voice formed a question.
-Midnite?
-Mhm
-What is War?
-Some would say it must be two strangers, love, yet the war is nothing but two ordinary people.
He frowned.
-I don’t understand that. How can two people be the warš
-Well, they are. Two people traveling to work, using the same train, smiling hesitantly at each other.
Ossie shook his head, and pulled away from me, muttering, -That just doesn’t make sense. What are you talking about..-
Eye pulled him closer once again, caressing his hair.
-You wanted to know the war, love. And I say, it is two people.
-But..,- he interrupted me again, falling silent.
-Two people sitting, side by side on a riverbank, listening to the quiet rustle of the trees.
Two people crying with laughter, listening to each other’s amusing stories.
Two people humbly praying, each to their own idea of āāGod.
Two people patiently queuing at the airport, gossiping, getting to know each other in order to control the time.
Two people enjoying football on Sunday afternoon, even more so the feeling they truly belong somewhere, to something bigger, something meaningful.
Two people entering a bookstore, yearning for another form of more.
Two people crossing the street on their way home, exchanging glances.
Two people lost in a warm hug.
Two people leaving a funeral, contemplating their own mortality.
Two people watching the sunset, transforming the sky into the most magical, unrepeatable image of limited existence.
Two people existing side by side, their lives touching more delicately than wings of a butterfly.
Two children flying across a meadow, landing in a soft carpet of flowers, laughing at the delicate petals tickling their noses.
Two…
He raised his head sharply, leaning against my shoulder, and shouted:
-Wait! But that’s not how it is! What are all those nuclear warheads? What about cruise missiles, bombs, drones?
That big word you use here and there, ani, ani…
-Annihilation?
-Yes! What about all those terrible things they write about in the newspapers, hunger, suffering? People killing each other in the most appalling ways? That’s War, that’s what people call War! What you’ve described here is peace!
-Peace is something the human has not known yet, Ossie Pepper.
-That’s not true! Father says that we live in peace, war concerns others, and looks different.
I shook my head.
-No. It’s not like that. True peace is love. And two people can never touch love. Love can only be known when two become one.
He looked at me, his eyes bathing in confusion.
-One? What one? Dāyou mean the chosen one like Neo or Skywalker?
A smile crossed my face.
-No. When every person on this planet understands that in all those billions of bodies, there is only one entity, that we are nothing but different forms of the same entity. When all of us comprehend that we are all one. Now, in this moment. And in this. Also in this.. Because one does not fight with oneself, does not compete with oneself, does not lie to oneself, does not steal from oneself, does not torture oneself, does not compare oneself with oneself, does not kill oneself.
Such a human feels true love, respect and responsibility towards life, and therefore oneself, in all its forms.
Once people understand this, the wars will end, hunger and all the forms of violence will no longer exist – not even in memories.
Then and only then, there will truly be peace on Earth.
Eye of the Darkness 