Echoes through time

I am a saint, and yet a sinner. I was a dreamer once, but those voices have faded into silence. Just like the whispers of scorned lovers. A dreamer no longer, neither am I an empath. I fell in love with the silence long before I learned the beauty of words and it will always be my first love. I was troubled, at least until the rain began to fall and made sense of the darkness I saw around me.

Yes, there is darkness little one, just as there is light. What makes the difference is you, temptation and choice or perhaps it is in our very nature. Fret not about things over which you have no sway, I never have.

The soul, much can be said about the soul without ever touching its true essence. So we ask ourselves what it is and why we have one, strange notion. It would be more appropriate to ask why we have a body, why we entered the cycle of death and rebirth to begin with. So you ask and ask, question after question in an unending stream in a search of an answer you feel is almost within your grasp. If only your reach was a little further.

To ask and to wonder is your nature, just as it was mine, little one. As we are now, we are the question, a question in desperate need of answers. The answer is already there, we feel it, embrace it – but we do not understand it and as long as we do not understand we cannot put it into words, which is ironic since we seem to need words to understand anything.

Once a saint, more often the sinner. Once a dreamer, and many times an empath. The tools at our disposal have been many, and a few times we’ve also been without, but at the core we are all one and the same. So, I speak through your hands now, little one, as your fingers skitter across the keys that constitute the language of your lifetime and congratulate you upon rediscovering once again what you are. You are as you were before you were you, a seeker.

The pieces of the puzzle will continue to boggle your mind and perhaps the mind of the you that follows after, just as it has puzzled all of us since the darkness that came before us. We pass the torch and entrust unto you the sacred calling that has plagued our thoughts and charmed our hearts for two thousand years.

You were never alone, little one.
We were the wolf in your shadow,
the raven perched on your shoulder,
we were you, as you are us.
We are all children of the Old Forest.


About Fredrik Kayser

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6 Responses to Echoes through time

  1. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you, Meholysmile, for me it is the unknowns that make life interesting! Exploring is so much fun.

  2. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thank you! Glad you liked the second paragraph. :D

  3. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thanks, Ela! ^^

  4. Fantastic thoughts!!!! Wow! ;)
    You see, keep writing, it gets better and better!!!! :)

  5. meholysmile says:

    Wow! the truth, said in an incredibly simplicity and honesty… some are still unknown but still there… beautifully written.

  6. luggagelady says:

    I LOVE so much about this incredible piece that my simple and silly rambling cannot do justice to how it made me feel. I will say that the second paragraph took my breath away in its entirety…Thank YOU! xo

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