The Dimensions of Light and the Infinite Journey

In the Democratic Republic of the Congo, a land torn apart by decades of conflict, violence, and profound injustice, Espoir lay there, by then consumed by illness. Around him remained only a few of his loved ones, those whom war and adversity had spared. Their faces were marked by suffering, yet in their eyes there still remained something that no war had managed to destroy: Love.

Espoir breathed slowly. Each breath seemed more difficult than the one before. Multiple myeloma had consumed his body, progressively depriving him of his strength. And yet, within him, something seemed strangely peaceful.

He looked at his family.

“Do not cry.”

His mother squeezed his hand.

“How can we not cry?”

Espoir smiled weakly.

“Because we will see each other again.”

“When?”

The young man remained silent for a few moments, as if searching within his mind for an answer that could be understood by those who still lived within time.

“Soon. Much sooner than you can imagine. The time we have on Earth seems enormous while we are living it… but in Eternity, it is nothing more than the blink of an eye. It is like a grain of sand in the Sahara Desert. We struggle for that grain, often even wasting it… without realizing that the desert is infinite.”

A tear rolled down his mother’s face.

Espoir continued:

“Do not be afraid for me. I have suffered, yes. And I would have wished that no one ever had to suffer as I did. But perhaps this very suffering taught me something that otherwise I would never have understood.”

In recent years, the young man had watched the world deteriorate in many places: wars, persecutions, hunger, corruption, hatred, untreated diseases, children deprived of their childhood, and people forced to flee their own lands.

He had often even thought about how absurd it was that humanity possessed knowledge capable of saving lives and, at the same time, allowed millions of people to die because they lacked diagnostic resources, medicines, healthcare facilities, and adequate treatment.

It was not illness itself that was unjust, but inequality.

Where the means to heal the body were lacking, it became even more difficult to cultivate serenity of the soul; and where war, hatred, fear, and oppression prevailed, the Virtues seemed to find no ground in which to take root.

At a certain point, Espoir closed his eyes, and his final breath was almost imperceptible.

Suddenly, the young man had the sensation of becoming incredibly light. He no longer felt pain, nor did he feel the weight of those bones so eroded by illness; it was as though something had gently freed him from matter.

Then he opened his eyes, and before him he saw his entire earthly life unfold.

He saw his childhood, the faces of his parents, his homeland. He saw again the happy days and the painful ones, the people he had met, the words he had spoken, those he had left unspoken, the opportunities he had lost, the acts of kindness he had performed almost without realizing it.

Yet he also saw his own faults and understood them, experiencing an inner pain.

Every action appeared in its true nature, free from the justifications with which human beings often cover their choices.

He saw the pain he had caused and the pain he had alleviated. He saw the times when he had chosen Good despite it being more difficult, and he understood that nothing had truly disappeared: every action had left a trace.

The journey continued, and the Earth became smaller and smaller.

He saw continents, oceans, mountains, cities, forests; places he had never visited and others he knew only through stories and images.

Then he saw something he could never have imagined: above the material world there seemed to exist other regions of existence—not simply places farther away, but dimensions, levels, states of being.

Each time he crossed a new threshold, perception became subtler, brighter, vaster, and with it he too seemed to transform.

Suffering no longer existed, and a wondrous Light enveloped him.

It was not a light that came from a sun; it seemed to arise everywhere, even within him.

It filled him with a Peace so profound that, for the first time, Espoir understood how incomplete every earthly definition of happiness had been.

At a certain point, the journey came to a halt.

Before him appeared a world that was not Earth: immense green and flowering expanses stretched to the horizon; trees of unknown forms moved gently beneath a breeze that seemed to possess its own music; crystalline rivers crossed immense plains, and animals of species he had never seen lived alongside one another without fear.

There was no waste, no pollution, no destruction.

The flora and fauna did not struggle for survival as they did on Earth, but seemed to participate in the same harmony.

Espoir stood motionless.

“Where am I?”

A voice answered behind him.

“Home.”

Espoir turned around.

From a distance, a figure more than two meters tall was approaching.

His skin was blue, luminous, and uniform. His hair was white, with almost golden, yellowish reflections, and seemed to emit a faint light of its own. His face was serene, with a magnificent smile.

Espoir looked at him in astonishment.

The figure extended his hand toward him.

“Espoir. Welcome to your new dimension.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Orthon.”

“You are… an angel?”

Orthon smiled.

“That is how you on Earth would define what I am. I have been your Guide. I accompanied, inspired, and protected you within the limits permitted by your path.”

Espoir lowered his gaze.

“Then you were with me even when I could not see you?”

“Much more often than you can imagine.”

Espoir looked at that world once again.

“It is enchanting. I never thought something like this could exist.”

“There exists much more than your earthly mind could ever have conceived.”

“Am I dead?”

Orthon remained silent for a moment.

“Your body is dead. You are not.”

Espoir breathed deeply, even though he no longer needed to breathe.

“And why am I here?”

“Because your journey on Earth has ended.”

“And now?”

“Now another journey begins.”

Orthon began to walk.

Espoir followed him.

“You see this dimension?” the Guide said.

“Yes.”

“It is not the highest.”

Espoir stopped.

“It isn’t?”

Orthon smiled.

“No. It is simply the one that, at this moment, corresponds most closely to what you have become.”

“So there are other dimensions?”

“Infinite.”

Espoir looked at the sky.

“Truly infinite?”

“Perhaps ‘infinite’ is still too small a word.”

The Guide raised a hand. The sky changed, and Espoir saw other worlds appearing in the distance.

Some were similar to theirs, while others were completely different.

He saw dimensions where matter seemed almost nonexistent, regions made of light and forms he could not comprehend, worlds in which souls seemed to assume different configurations, not necessarily anthropomorphic, places where consciousness appeared to manifest itself through colors, sounds, geometries, and vibrations.

“The Creator did not construct only one way of existing,” Orthon explained. “He made the Universe more varied than anyone could imagine. Every world, every dimension, every region of existence may possess different laws, forms, and levels of awareness, many of which have understood and aligned themselves with the Order of the Supreme Good.”

“And why is Earth so different?”

Orthon looked at him.

“Because Earth is a school.”

“A school?”

“One of the hardest.”

Espoir lowered his eyes.

“Now I understand.”

“On Earth, the soul is placed before conditions that continually test what it is. Freedom, pain, loss, wealth, poverty, illness, power, love, hatred, fear… everything can become a test.”

“Even suffering?”

“Yes.”

“But then does that mean that every suffering is chosen?”

Orthon slowly shook his head.

“Do not simplify something that is far more complex. Not all suffering is directly chosen by the soul, because some of it is the consequence of one’s own actions, and no suffering should ever be used as a justification for the evil committed by human beings. Real injustices, real violence, and real responsibilities exist.”

Espoir looked at him attentively.

“Then what did you mean?”

“Before the earthly experience, some souls may accept certain difficult conditions because they believe they may contribute to their own growth. But once they are born on Earth, they do not necessarily remember that choice. And it is precisely this forgetfulness that makes the test of freedom authentic.”

Espoir remained silent for a long time.

“So even my illness…”

Orthon did not answer immediately.

“Your illness was not a punishment.”

Those words seemed to release something within Espoir.

“Then why? Perhaps it was meant to elevate me more and more.”

“In your case, yes. However, not every answer is given immediately. Some encompass the entire journey of a soul, while others are connected to experiences that only a higher consciousness can understand.”

“You know everything?”

Orthon smiled.

“No.”

Espoir seemed surprised.

“You are my Guide and you do not know everything?”

“To know much does not mean to know everything. We, too, belong to a journey. There are regions of existence that even I have not crossed. There are mysteries belonging to dimensions so elevated that any understanding I might have of them would still be incomplete.”

“So you are learning too.”

“Yes.”

“That comforts me.”

Orthon laughed softly.

“Why?”

“Because on Earth I thought that knowledge meant reaching the point of knowing everything once we arrived in another dimension.”

“And instead?”

“Now I understand that true knowledge might be knowing how much we still do not know. Always continually becoming, in fieri.”

Orthon nodded.

“This is one of the first things souls learn when they begin to ascend.”

They walked on.

“But if higher beings capable of reaching higher dimensions exist, why do they not always intervene on Earth?”

Orthon became more serious.

“Because helping does not necessarily mean preventing every negative event.”

“I do not understand.”

“Imagine a soul that must make a choice. If we intervened continuously in its place, we would take away precisely what it must learn: True Freedom.”

“And yet there are people who die without ever having had a chance.”

“It is true.”

“There are children who die in wars, people who suffer from treatable diseases but have no access to treatment, entire peoples who are destroyed.”

“I know.”

“And you watch?”

Orthon looked directly into his eyes.

“We do not watch with indifference. But spiritual intervention cannot completely erase the consequences of the choices made by creatures endowed with free will.”

Espoir lowered his head.

“And when a soul is completely surrounded by darkness?”

“The Light does not cease to exist.”

“But can it reject it?”

“It can reject it for a long time. It can close itself off. It can identify itself so completely with hatred, violence, and the thirst for power that it no longer recognizes the Light when it appears before it.”

“And then is it abandoned?”

“Never permanently. But there are paths in which the soul must experience profound consequences before it can once again desire the Light.”

“Can even those souls rise again?”

“The possibility of redemption is not erased lightly.”

Espoir remained thoughtful.

“Then evil is not eternal.”

“Evil may seem eternal to those who live through it. But the Light is Perfect and Eternal.”

Suddenly, the landscape changed.

Espoir saw Earth, but not as he had seen it during his life. He saw it from above.

He saw its magnificent forests, oceans, deserts, and mountains.

Then Orthon revealed what lay behind appearances.

Espoir saw wars being prepared in rooms of power, men discussing territories, resources, oil, gold, gas, and economic interests while entire populations were reduced to numbers.

He saw corruption, governments bowing before stronger powers, secret agreements, propaganda, populations deliberately driven against other populations.

He saw racism being fueled because hatred makes it easier to govern, children growing up learning to fear someone they had never even met.

He also saw forests destroyed, rivers contaminated, lands impoverished, seas suffocating.

He saw money becoming an idol.

And above all, he saw something that deeply affected him: he saw how little was necessary to make a human being happy—namely, a home, food, a family, a little security, someone to love, an opportunity to study, and access to healthcare.

And yet millions of people were deprived even of all of this.

“Why?” Espoir asked.

Orthon did not look away.

“Because many earthly souls have confused the value of existence with possession.”

“Money?”

“Money is a ruthless instrument, which humans have transformed into an idol, into a measure of human worth.”

Espoir saw immense wealth accumulated by a few.

“And these people do not understand?”

“Very few truly understand. Others do not want to understand.”

“Why?”

“Because power can become a prison stronger than poverty.”

Espoir continued to observe.

“And ordinary people?”

“Many live inside a reality constructed for them. They chase images, status, possessions, approval. They believe that freedom consists in always having something more.”

“And instead?”

“Freedom also consists in being able to live without being slaves to what one possesses.”

Espoir smiled bitterly.

“On Earth, I had sensed that.”

“And indeed, that is one of the reasons you are here.”

Orthon then caused a different image to appear.

Espoir saw people helping one another: a doctor treating a sick person without asking anything in return, a man sharing his bread, a woman protecting a child who was not her own, a young man risking his life to save a stranger, a teacher continuing to teach despite poverty, an elderly person forgiving, a mother praying, a child smiling despite having almost nothing.

“Look.”

Espoir watched.

“Good still exists.”

“Good has never ceased to exist.”

“But then why does it seem so fragile?”

“Because evil makes noise. Good very often works in silence, without needing to boast.”

Espoir was moved.

“And me?”

“You chose Good many times when no one forced you to do so.”

“I did not feel special.”

“You did not need to.”

“And this brought me here?”

“Your deeds, your knowledge of Good, the Virtues you sought to practice, the resilience with which you endured suffering… all of this contributed to your evolution.”

Orthon pointed toward the dimension in which they stood.

“Your consciousness could not have remained in a dimension dominated exclusively by lower impulses. You would have continued to suffer because you were no longer in harmony with it.”

Espoir looked at the landscape again.

“So Paradise is not a reward.”

Orthon smiled.

“It is a consequence.”

“Of what?”

“Of what you have become.”

“And now I will ascend further?”

“If you continue to grow.”

“And when will it end?”

Orthon looked at the sky.

“I do not know.”

“You do not know?”

“None of us knows the entire journey.”

“Not even those who are far more elevated than you?”

“Perhaps they know what remains hidden from us. But even they are part of something infinitely greater.”

“And the Creator?”

Orthon smiled.

“The Creator is not simply a peak to reach, as one reaches the summit of a mountain.”

“Then Who is He?”

“A Reality that the more you know, the more you understand that you cannot completely contain.”

Espoir remained silent.

“So does the soul ascend forever?”

“Perhaps it ascends, perhaps it transforms, perhaps it enters forms of existence for which you do not even possess the words to describe today. The journey of the soul and spirit is a progressive mystery.”

“And what must I do now?”

Orthon extended his hand toward him once again.

“Learn.”

“Again?”

“Always.”

Espoir smiled.

“Then death was not the end of a journey.”

“No.”

Espoir clasped Orthon’s hand, and Earth appeared very far away, beautiful yet wounded. A planet capable of producing some of the worst atrocities and, at the same time, some of the most sublime acts.

Espoir looked at it with a new awareness.

“Orthon.”

“Yes?”

“Will I be able to return one day?”

The Guide smiled.

“If your spirit reaches the necessary strength, you will be able to descend.”

“To help?”

“To help. Unless the planet soon evolves toward a higher dimension. Many have spoken, and continue to speak, of a New Golden Age.”

“Let us hope it happens as soon as possible. And can I return even to the lower dimensions?”

“It depends on whether your soul and spirit are capable of enduring them. It depends on the dimensions and their degree of evolution.”

“Without being afraid?”

“Fear will never be able to dwell within you again.”

Espoir turned toward him.

Orthon smiled.

“Espoir, on Earth, courage means above all choosing the Light even when the darkness seems greater.”

The young man remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

“Anyway, I want to learn.”

Orthon began to walk.

“You will.”

The two slowly disappeared along the luminous path, while behind them the paradisiacal world continued to live in perfect harmony.

Much farther away, beyond that dimension, beyond those Espoir would come to know, and beyond those that Orthon himself had not yet crossed, the Universe continued to unfold.

Dimension after dimension, mystery after mystery, Light upon Light.

Meanwhile, somewhere, beyond all understanding, the Creator continued to contemplate the journey of His creatures, allowing every soul, every spirit, to follow its own path toward that perfection which no one, not even the most elevated beings, could yet completely comprehend.

Because perhaps Eternity does not consist in arriving, but in continuing to become.

The Light of the Fergana Valley

The Fergana Valley is a paradisiacal and flourishing region where flora, fauna, and human beings have always established a deep connection. It was a Golden Age that, unfortunately, slowly began to fade over time, until the difficult days when the tyrant Qorong'i attempted to besiege this splendid land, trying to transform it into a realm of terror, destruction, exploitation, and servitude.

The people of Fergana, a people ancestrally free, are now held under siege and constant threat. Unfortunately, the evil nature of this character was not evident at first. He presented himself as a savior, cloaking his true diabolical purpose under deceptive promises. In his expansionist ambitions, he always justified his conquests as necessary acts meant to bring progress, development, order, peace, and justice.

However, a group of young friends occasionally tries to escape the oppression of the wicked Qorong'i, retreating to a cabin in the forest to spend time together, devoting themselves above all to what the despot had forbidden: reading books, meditating, praying, and practicing other arts such as painting, writing, and music.

“Sardor, my friend, here you are! We were waiting for you!” says Jasur.

“Nurlan, Jasur, Zarina, and Meerim, please forgive me. Unfortunately, I had a setback… Qorong'i’s guards stopped me and asked several questions about where I was going and what I was doing.”

“This situation is truly unbearable. How long will we go on like this? We were born as a free, virtuous, respectful, and creative people, but at this rate we are emptying ourselves of what is truly precious: our soul, our spirit, our values, our virtues.”

“Zarina, you are absolutely right. Yet many seem intimidated, while others remain lukewarm because this destructive progress suits them: a world where everything is contaminated and polluted, where a false peace is guided by warnings of war, genocides, and devastating weapons. Behind the real interests of Qorong'i and others like him there is no desire for Peace, Freedom, Justice, Love, and Virtue, but only cravings for power, territorial expansion, and the conquest of resources that, moreover, poison the very earth itself. And the most serious thing is that, in order to strengthen surveillance over each of us, he would like to deprive us of the deepest freedom he still does not possess: that of our soul and our mind, the freedom to make choices. He wants to control every individual through microchips. And that would mean that even these meetings would no longer be possible… and that it would truly be like living in hell on this Earth.”

“No, please, Nurlan, that would be terrible! At the mere thought of it I could not even bear to continue living here!” adds Meerim.

“We must then awaken consciences, because our compatriots do not truly know the real consequences of this tyranny! He has attacked other peoples by presenting himself as a savior sent from heaven, but he has done nothing but follow a program based on a false order, a false well-being, and a false peace. If a territory is rich in gems and gold, he might claim that certain ethnic groups must be freed from the chains of ignorance; if another is rich in oil and natural gas, then their leaders suddenly become agents of evil and must be eradicated. It is always the same red thread that connects his misdeeds. But the most serious thing is that the rest of the peoples allow it! They seem asleep, blinded, deaf and blind, or lukewarm, or even worse, satisfied with this diabolical progress that aims at destruction rather than respect for life and virtues.”

“It is true, Zarina, I agree with you. But, my dear friends, we must ensure that we fight with our victorious weapons—weapons that shed no blood but spread Truth, Justice, Peace, Love, and other Virtues: the use of wisdom, writing, and the arts. We must denounce, at first subtly and in a silent and disguised way. The more souls become conscious, the more we will be able to create unions of hearts, deep connections, as if we were one single being, to drive tyranny and darkness away from our wonderful Valley,” says Jasur.

“How much pain I feel, my friends, when I see our Valley increasingly contaminated by waste, dangerous substances, and radioactive materials used above all for his diabolical weapons. All the fruits that the land and water once offered are now polluted, or even diminished, if not completely absent. Because of the destructive form of modernism promoted by Qorong'i and his companions continuing to advance, we will have fewer and fewer resources to live on, and we will soon be destined for self-annihilation.”

“Meerim, and you my other dear friends, we cannot allow this, because this Earth is a gentle concession from our Creator. We cannot remain indifferent. Actions are important, especially when they put our ideals into practice. For this reason, I would begin to seek peaceful solutions that can shake consciences and souls. In a world filled with dense darkness, we can be those small flames that, by joining and spreading, can create an immensely powerful Light!” adds Nurlan.

“Antigone, heroine of Sophocles’ famous tragedy, said that ‘we are born to share love, not hatred.’ And that is why our actions will be guided by noble values, to restore our Valley of Fergana to the splendor it once had, when the meadows were in bloom, the earth spontaneously produced everything we needed, and the waters of the streams were crystal clear and wholesome.”

“Dear Meerim,” Zarina intervenes, “I would also add what Sappho wrote in one of her poems: ‘Some say that the most beautiful thing on the dark earth is an army of horsemen, others of infantry, others of ships; I say: it is whatever one loves.’ And what we love is the desire for Peace, Truth, Freedom, Love, and Justice.”

“Well said, Zarina. Then let us try to denounce, spread the hidden truths, and awaken our other compatriots, our brothers and sisters. ‘It is not that we have little time, but that we waste much of it,’ as Seneca would say. Time is precious, and every single moment can be crucial, not only through our prayers or inner virtues, but also through good actions. Imagine how much remorse we would feel one day when we leave this earthly dimension if we had wasted much of our time on futile or even destructive things. Virtue calls us, because without it nature, flora, fauna, and all human beings would suffer… ‘Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Necessity hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be virtuous,’ Marcus Aurelius would say,” says Sardor.

Small actions, driven by noble intentions, gradually began to awaken consciences and create new connections, new unions of hearts. And it is known: where Love, Peace, and Justice reign, there is no place for hatred, chaos, or agents of evil like Qorong'i.

The Fergana Valley and its inhabitants will soon find themselves reliving the wonderful Golden Age, for the defeat of evil is imminent.

A love between two wars

In the southern part of the Gaza Strip there is a camp for refugees and volunteers, where many orphaned children and other civilians left disabled by the ongoing genocide find, for an uncertain time, a fragile refuge—a semblance of safety. After all, it is well known: in Gaza no place is ever truly safe, and poor Palestinians live constantly aware that they will hardly be able to have a stable home, at least for now. This has been the case for many, many years.

In this camp works a 22-year-old Palestinian girl named Ayah. A name her mother gave her because, after years of hardships and suffering—caused above all by the violence and oppression that mark that land—her birth represented hope, a gift. Ayah carries out her service with zeal and burning love, assisting those in need together with other volunteers, some of whom come from abroad.

It is here that she meets Mohammed, a 25-year-old Sudanese man. Forced to flee Sudan because of the war and the ongoing genocide, he crossed kilometers of desert and inhospitable lands before reaching the southern part of the Strip, even before Ayah’s arrival. Mohammed has lost everything, especially his family. With nothing left to lose, he pushed himself to that place, unaware that he would once again find himself caught up in another war—if one can even call it that. Perhaps, once again, it would be more accurate to call it genocide.

Working side by side, the two form a strong friendship that, over the months, slowly evolves into something deeper: a pure, silent love, made of respect, glances, and simple gestures.

One day Mohammed decides to head toward the beach to admire a sunset that appears magnificent, coloring the sky in shades of pink and purple.

“This Mediterranean beach is truly stunning,” he thinks to himself.
“It reminds me so much of the afternoons spent along the riverbanks, with my closest friends or with my family, contemplating the landscape. If only Allah would allow me to relive, even for just a few minutes, those sweet and light-hearted moments with the people I love…”

Meanwhile, Ayah notices him from afar and approaches, eager to exchange a few words, sensing how absorbed he is in his thoughts.

“Ayah, you’re here?! Please, sit down,” he says, turning toward her.

“Mohammed, I’m sorry to disturb you. I know how important it is for you to carve out moments of silence and reflection.”

“No, really, don’t worry. I’m glad you’re here, you know that,” he replies.

“This sunset is particularly beautiful, with these colors… It’s a pity it’s destined to last only a short time. It’s fleeting, like moments of joy on this Earth, so afflicted by wars, genocides, poverty, and every kind of evil.”

“You’re right, Mohammed,” Ayah replies. “But it is thanks to the resilience that Allah instills in us that we can continue to fight—with the power of love, service, hope, and complete trust in Him. We are here in this camp and, despite past suffering, it is by helping others unconditionally that we find the strength to go on living. Giving ourselves for those who are worse off than us, receiving a smile, a word of comfort… it is these small gestures that elevate our souls.”

“Yes… and you know, I have lost my entire family,” Mohammed says, his voice veiled. “Some were victims of the war, others fled who knows where. May Allah welcome the former and guide and protect the latter.”

“And that is why I feel such deep admiration for you,” Ayah replies.
“Despite everything you have lived through and are still living in this foreign land, your golden heart drives you not to give up and to take care of those children left without parents and of all those wounded in body and soul.”

“Your heart says so much about you as well, Ayah,” Mohammed adds, gently taking her hand.
“I see it in your actions, in your dedication, in your honey-colored eyes… And yet I wonder if one day we will be able to build our lives elsewhere. I would love to continue studying medicine. In Sudan I couldn’t—I had to flee… otherwise I could be even more useful.”

“Don’t say that, Mohammed. What you do has immense value, and Allah knows it. He scrutinizes every one of our actions and knows the good that each person does. Who knows—perhaps one day we will travel to another part of the world… it would be wonderful.”

“That would be truly beautiful. I would love to see snow; I’ve never seen it.”

“We could go to places with snowy landscapes, like Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan…”

“I don’t know them, but I’d love to discover them. Those mountains, those green meadows…”

“And then Indonesia,” Ayah adds with a smile. “An enchanting place. For now, we can only travel with our minds, my dear Mohammed. If only dreams could take shape…”

“In part, they can,” he replies.
“We can be the architects of our destiny and of that of others, through our ideas and our choices. Even the smallest actions, if driven by pure intention, are dear to Allah, and it is He who strengthens and multiplies them.”

“You’re so right. A lot!” Ayah says, gazing at the sky. “Like these wonderful stars.”

“Another sublime creation,” Mohammed murmurs.
“I like to imagine that my loved ones who have left this Earth are now up there—shining stars that guide and protect us. It is this thought that helps me rise above and hope to become like them, if Allah wills it.”

Tears begin to fall down Mohammed’s face. He tries to wipe them away quickly, turning aside.

“My dear Mohammed, do not feel ashamed,” Ayah says gently.
“Being a true man does not mean hiding one’s sensitivity or not crying. It is precisely this depth, along with your courage and your pure heart, that has bound me to you.”

“Ayah, my dear, thank you for your sweet words. I haven’t felt such deep love in a long time—since I was deprived of everything. I know I receive much from this camp, but what I feel for you and with you is not the same. It is something special, something pure.”

“It is feeling loved and respected, being on the same wavelength,” she replies.
“And even though I am poor, afflicted in my soul and full of hope, I feel lucky and rich within. We carry treasures inside us that we will take with us even after this earthly experience. Money, power, fame, and all that is external will be left behind here.”

“Wise words,” Mohammed says.
“In any case, Ayah, what will we do if the army reaches this place? I’ve been thinking about this lately as well. You should flee before that happens.”

“I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want to abandon this community,” Ayah replies.
“We are a family, and we have taken this mission to heart, because that very Unconditional Love—which drives us to give without expecting anything in return—connects us, connects our hearts, our souls, our spirits. Allah will enlighten us; He will show us the way. For now, let us enjoy this beautiful starry sky, as long as we have the chance to contemplate the beauty of Allah’s creation.”

Having said this, they both remained silent for a while, admiring those infinite lights. They did not know what their destiny would be, nor whether some delegate of goodwill would bring True Peace to their tormented lands, with Justice and Righteousness. Yet they were certain that every second lived in service, love, hope, and faith placed in Allah are precious gifts—for all eternity.

 (10/01/2026)

The council of shadows

In a dark, hidden corner of the world, far from the eyes and conscience of humanity, seven agents of evil — Pride, Greed, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, and Sloth — gather to discuss the fate of planet Earth.

The air is thick, motionless. Twisted shadows dance along the walls of that timeless hall, while an ominous silence precedes the beginning of the meeting.

“Colleagues,” declares Pride, his voice firm and arrogant, “even on this gloomy night we are here, assembled beyond humanity’s awareness. The time is near: the fulfillment of the prophecies approaches. No one will be able to defeat us. Our forces are powerful, and we have deployed every possible scheme to bring down these silly deluded creatures. Yet it is not enough, and that is why we are gathered here once more.”

“I despise them,” Envy interjects, her gaze filled with malice. “Seeing them rejoice, even for a moment, is unbearable to me. They are still so fortunate: they can experience moments of light, of hope, even something that nourishes their souls.”

Pride smiles — a cold smile.

“And that is precisely what we must erase completely: the idea that there is something eternal, something spiritual within them. What would our mission be for otherwise, if not to defeat the forces of Good and tear away as many souls as possible to our side? They will come to believe that everything ends here, that nothing exists beyond this life. And when they lose hope… they will fall into the deepest abyss.”

A cavernous laughter echoes through the hall.

“You’re right, Pride,” adds Greed, symbolically clutching in his hands what he does not yet possess. “But we must go further. I will accumulate everything: money, precious stones, oil, resources. Everything will be mine. I will leave nothing to those fools. I will make them slaughter one another for a piece of paper, for a fragment of land, for a barrel of crude oil. They are capable of wars and genocides for so little, unaware that soon everything will belong to us.”

“And they are even willing to sell their own bodies,” Lust bursts out laughing. “For money, for pleasure. By remaining prisoners of bodily desires, they forget the soul. Abortions, obscene acts, corruption of bodies and minds — even of children… it is essential to capture them from early childhood.”

Then she turns toward Wrath, who is trembling with rage.

“Still, Wrath, I see you’re about to explode.”

“If it were up to me,” snarls Wrath, “I would wipe them off the face of the Earth. Destruction, suffering, annihilation — that is what I desire. There is only one solution: a world war. Driving them mad until they unleash the most destructive weapons. Erasing them.”

“Calm yourself,” Pride interrupts. “Before the final blow, we must bring as many souls as possible to ruin. We dared to challenge the One who calls Himself Almighty, and we will continue to do so. Even those who pursue Good must fall.”

A new wave of collective laughter spreads through the chamber.

“Let us not forget the mind,” Gluttony interjects, his voice slick and heavy. “Not just the body. APart from food waste, famine and junk food, let us think about drugs, alcohol, and other substances that can destroy especially the brain, dulling them to the point where they become incapable of using reason. Confused and numbed, they will no longer be able to focus on their souls and spirits. And when the mind is clouded and deprived of clarity, every possibility of elevation vanishes. That is when they become ours for good.”

Pride nods.

“Excellent plan, Gluttony. But Sloth… you have remained silent.”

Sloth yawns, bored, with a faint smile.

“You all strive too hard. My method is simpler, and precisely for that reason effective: stealing their time. Wasting it on useless activities, extreme technology, constant distractions, idleness, depression, anxiety. Minutes, hours, days, and years thrown away. Precious time they could use to awaken, to question themselves, to elevate themselves, to do good deeds.”

He pauses, observing the others with an air of superiority.

“And the most amusing thing is that while you exhaust yourselves with your diabolical actions, my plan unfolds anyway. Every war, every addiction, every uncontrolled desire, every clouded mind contributes to keeping them motionless, tired, emptied. Stuck. No great effort is required — it is enough that they remain busy, confused, exhausted. Until they no longer even realise they are losing what is most precious to them. And when time is consumed, so too is the soul.”

“We truly are diabolical,” they all laugh.

“That’s not enough for me,” Envy hisses. “I want to divide them. Slander, distrust, mutual hatred. The more separated they are, the stronger we become.”

“They are fools,” Wrath growls. “They fight their own brothers and sisters for land and resources. Isn’t that right, Greed?”

“You’re right. The times are ripe,” Greed confirms. “The prophecies speak clearly, and those at risk of being lost are the majority. But it is not enough for us. We must want more.”

“They will be our slaves,” Pride concludes. “Microchips, robots, control. No one will be able to stop us.”

“And those who stand on the side of That One? They might hinder us,” Envy asks with contempt.

“They will suffer more,” Pride replies. “Unless they are protected. Unfortunately.”

“But then,” Envy reflects, “we might even make them stronger, more elevated…”

The chamber darkens further.

“It doesn’t matter,” Pride concludes. “We are unstoppable, and you know well that we never cease plotting against That One, His messengers, and His creation. Everything must be ours. We will meet again to devise something even more diabolical.”

The meeting comes to an end.

Aware of the little time remaining, the agents of evil depart, ready to reap as many souls as possible. What they still do not realise, however, is that the hatred and division they fuel will consume them. Soon they will turn against one another, along with their own legions.

For where destruction and discord reign, Love and Harmony cannot exist. And even their power, like every illusion, is destined to fade — especially where humans experience Love, Unity, and Virtue.

(09/01/2026)

The Quiet Wealth of Being

How lucky we are when we learn to see what truly matters. Many of us measure life by labels and momentary pleasures: the right coat, the perfect trip, a seat at an exclusive table. When those things are missing, the complaint is quick and loud. Yet another person—less loud, perhaps—gives thanks for a glass of water, a warm meal, the steady roof above their head, the touch of a friend who cares. These are not small things. They are the scaffolding of a life.

Happiness is relative because our lives are lived here on earth, in time and place, in bodies that need rest and breath. But there is a kind of absolute joy that reaches beyond condition and commodity—call it the Creator’s peace, call it God, call it the deep calm some people find inside. That deeper joy does not depend on fashion, account balances, or applause. It rests in a heart that notices and honors what is simple, true, and sustaining.

Imagine if we taught our eyes to seek beauty not in excess or harm, but in virtue and care. Imagine if the most admired qualities were not wealth and show, but honesty, wisdom, compassion, and humility. Think of how different our choices would be when the beautiful becomes the good. A face grown kind with age, the steady patience of a teacher, the righteous and peaceful governor, the soulful suffering of those who are in need, a landscape that takes our breath and quiets our rush etc.

The everyday gifts are easy to overlook. Water for drinking and washing, food to share, a street that is safe at night—these are miracles when we travel a little and see how many lack them. We are fortunate if our homes are not battlefields, if our days are not shaped by fear. When we live in such a place, gratitude can be a daily discipline. Gratitude trains us to notice, and noticing changes the heart. The small act of saying “thank you” softens the sharpness of complaint and opens us to wonder.

Gratitude becomes courage when it leads us to act. To feel blessed and do nothing is a kind of theft. If we treasure the quiet gifts of life, we owe it to others to widen those gifts’ reach. That work need not be grand to be real. It begins with small, steady acts: sharing what we can, listening when someone needs to speak, refusing gossip that wounds, voting for common good, teaching children to protect what is fragile. One generous hand can set an example; many gentle hands can change a town, a country, a world.

Unity is another kind of beauty. We do not all share the same ethnic group, language, or belief. That difference may frighten or divide us—but it also expands what is possible. When people of different backgrounds gather around shared ideals—fairness, learning, mercy, stewardship—we discover that distinction is not contradiction. It can be a bridge. A world that values the soul’s depth over surface sameness will find ways to listen, to build, and to forgive. This harmony may feel like an impossible dream, but every real change begins as someone’s choice to see beyond immediate comfort.

Our era tempts us toward quick satisfaction and hollow distinction. The lure of brands, the rush of always wanting more, the conversation that centers on what we do not have—these are powerful. Yet they are also fragile. Possessions decay; praise fades. Character quietly endures. To cultivate a life of meaning, we must practice seeing with different eyes. We must teach ourselves to find beauty in honesty, to praise restraint, to celebrate a spirit that seeks Truth over triumph. When beauty and goodness become inseparable, they guide our acts and shape our communities.

Change is a slow miracle. It does not require perfect people—only people willing to grow. Start where you are: choose gratitude this morning for a small thing, then another. Speak gently to someone who feels unseen. Protect what you can: a tree, a neighbor’s safety, a child’s chance to learn. Learn to listen before arguing. Let your work reflect care, not merely profit. These may seem like ordinary choices, but they add up. They teach others how to live.

If we all shifted our view, if we learned to admire virtuous hearts, to protect fragile beauties, to join hands across difference,then the world would not need grand slogans or impossible guarantees to become better. It would become better because ordinary people chose, repeatedly, to be kind, brave, and wise. That is how utopia begins: not as a finished plan, but as a thousand small decisions to value what lasts.

The quiet wealth of being is a house we can build, brick by patient brick. It asks for less show and more presence, less wanting and more giving, less fear and more trust. To change perspective is to change action. To change action is to change the world. If we truly want a life that matters, let us begin by noticing the gifts we already hold, and then using them to open the hands of others.

Masks Falling, Truth Rising

My dear sisters and brothers,

In these challenging times, as we witness the decline of our world— marred by malice, bad habits, destruction, vice, corruption, falsehood, hypocrisy, and the looming threat of nuclear annihilation— I implore you to stop to reflect. If we continue on this path, we are going to face the grim reality of a self-inflicted end. Our Earth, a precious and irreplaceable home, is being destroyed not only by our hands but also by a strong dark system that controls and deceives.

We are living in a time shaped by a horrible tragedy, which is a dark and sneering comedy for some powerful evil actors. All around us, masks are falling to the ground, revealing lies long disguised as truth, exposing corruption, injustice, and the ancient hatreds that have wounded humanity for generations. We watch wars unfold, not by accident but by design, orchestrated by unseen hands driven by greed for power, wealth, and dominion. In Sudan, in Palestine, and in so many silent corners of the world, lives are shattered while the powerful move their pieces as if on a board untouched by human pain.

Every day, forces rise that seek to reshape not only nations but the very essence of what it means to be human. They twist Truth into falsehood until people forget how to see clearly. They control narratives, bending perception itself, reshaping reality until we no longer trust our own eyes. Technology, once a tool for connection, now threatens to watch, influence, and predict our every step, replacing humanity with machinery, with illusion.

We live in a world where financial systems bind people in invisible chains, where materialism drowns out the whispers of the spirit and the soul, and where vice is offered as the highest virtue. The family — once the heart of identity, strength, and belonging — is weakened by confusion, distortion, and the push toward artificial ideologies that obscure the Purity of Love, Duty, and Unity.

Across nations, power gathers into few hands, many of them dirty and stained with innocent blood. Sovereignty dissolves. Fear becomes a currency. Crises — wars, poverty, disasters — are used to push humanity into a single direction, toward systems that demand obedience in exchange for false promises of safety. Religion is mocked, faith hollowed out, and spirituality twisted into shapes that lead people away from the Divine and toward empty shadows.

Even the human body is no longer seen as sacred. Technologies creep into the most intimate places of life, altering biology, suppressing natural healing, and blurring what is uncorrupted. At the same time, addictions rise, moral values erode, and humanity is encouraged to indulge in whatever weakens the soul and the spirit. Darkness, once hidden, now walks in daylight — in symbols, in entertainment, in the ordinary moments of life — disguised as empowerment, as freedom, as modernity.

And through all of this, a false paradise is promised: a world of artificial peace, artificial joy, artificial freedom. A world where conformity is salvation, where the system is the savior, where good is inverted into evil and evil is crowned as good. A world that offers comfort at the cost of the soul and the spirit.

My dear sisters and brothers, I write to you not to spread fear but to awaken courage — the deep, resilient courage that lives within every human heart. I write to remind you that even now, even here, the Divine breath still moves through us, calling us to Truth, to Virtues, to Unity, to Love. We were not created to bow to illusions. We were not born to be silent in the face of injustice, nor blind in the presence of deceit.

This is a moment to stand together. To reach for what is real. To protect what is sacred. To rebuild trust, family, community, and faith. To choose Light even when darkness would seem invincible. To keep our hearts open, soft, and alive, even when the world tries to harden them.

I ask you — with Love, with Faith, with Hope — to stay awake. To guard your soul, your spirit. To speak the True Truth. To walk with Integrity. To remember the Divine, who does not abandon those who seek with Sincerity.

Stand firm, my dear sisters and brothers. Do not let the world steal what was placed in you from the beginning. Let your spirit and your soul shine with a Light strong enough to guide not only yourselves, but all who walk beside you.

With Love and unwavering Hope.

Union of Hearts

 

Dear brothers and sisters,

What we are witnessing today — the planned wars, the planned genocides, the viral spread of hatred and destruction — from Sudan to Palestine and beyond, is something dreadful, diabolical. It is the reflection of humanity when it forgets its divine origin, when love is replaced by greed, hatred, and vice.

We do reject all forms of hatred, war, and violence. We do reject destruction, corruption, pollution, the poisoning of body, soul and spirit, false peace, and every illusion that distances us from Truth. We are — and must remember ourselves to be — a Union of hearts, all contained within the One, all interconnected as if we were a single Being of Pure Peace, Pure Love, Pure Justice, Pure Righteousness, Pure Truth, Pure Freedom, and Pure Virtue.

We are the radiant reflection of our Creator, and to Him we aspire. We are here not by chance but by mission — to serve, to heal, to uplift, and to love.

In fact, Plato once wrote in The Republic that the true ruler must be a philosopher, a lover of wisdom, one who governs not for money, fame, or power, but in humble service to the whole, as our Creator teaches us. The ruler should be the servant of all, not the master. Yet today, too often, we see the opposite: leaders guided by the shadows of greed, ambition, and pride. They build empires of suffering upon the ruins of innocence. This is not the expression of the Creator. This is the echo of the fallen self, the triumph of the “I” over the “We.”

Let us, then, seek a new way — not of dominion, but of communion. Let us return to the heart, to the awareness that each of us is a spark of the Divine Light, a note in the eternal melody of Creation. When hearts unite, when souls merge in Harmony, they form the sweetest of songs — the Song of Heaven, where individuality does not vanish but is fulfilled in Love’s perfect unity.

Let us speak less of “I” and more of “We.” Let our hearts, minds and actions become instruments of Light. Let compassion become our language, justice our song, and peace our shared destiny.

So, when the hearts of humanity beat together, they become one great Heart — the Heart of God — pulsating through the universe, restoring balance, and guiding us home to the Source from which we all came.

We are One. We are Love. We are a Union of Hearts.

(30/10/2025)

The Allegory of the Cave and the Illusion of Control

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave (Rep VII, 514-518) describes human beings chained in darkness, unable to turn their heads, watching only shadows on the wall and mistaking them for reality. When one prisoner is freed, he first struggles to see, his eyes blinded by the sudden Light, but slowly he realises that what he once believed to be true was only an illusion. As he rises out of the cave, he discovers a brighter and deeper reality, until finally he gazes at the Sun, the source of Light and Truth. Yet when he returns to the cave, his companions laugh at him, accuse him of blindness, and reject his words. They prefer the familiarity of the shadows to the challenge of a new reality. This ancient story reflects not only the journey of knowledge and education, but also the painful responsibility of those who discover the Truth: to share it, even at the cost of ridicule or persecution.

If we consider our modern world, we can see many parallels with this allegory. The shadows on the cave wall have taken new forms: media narratives, technological distractions, and systems of control that manipulate perception. People often accept these images without questioning, believing them to be the full picture of reality. Just as the prisoners were chained by ignorance, so too are many today bound by consumerism, materialism, and distorted ideologies. Technology, while useful, is also used to monitor and control, creating virtual realities that keep us disconnected from what is Genuine and True. The more we depend on these illusions, the harder it becomes to rise above them and see with clarity.

Moreover, powerful systems deliberately use deception to maintain control. Lies are repeated until they become accepted as truth, while Genuine Truth is silenced, attacked, or ridiculed. We see smear campaigns, censorship, and manipulation of opinion used as weapons, just as the freed man in the cave was mocked by his companions. Many people, without realising it, embrace the comfort of lies rather than face the difficulty of searching for Truth. This form of control is subtle but devastating, since it weakens not only the mind but also the soul and the spirit, leading individuals away from what is Real and Noble.

The Allegory of the Cave also teaches us that the journey toward Truth is not immediate. At first, Light is painful, confusing, and overwhelming, but gradually vision improves. In the same way, when we begin to question official narratives or search beyond surface appearances, we may feel uncertain or even fearful. Yet perseverance leads us step by step from illusion to reality. This process requires patience, critical thinking, and above all courage, as the path to Truth is not only intellectual but also moral. It is the willingness to resist the temptation of comfort, to endure misunderstanding, and to embrace responsibility.

In addition, the allegory reminds us of the duty of those who have seen the Light. True philosophers, or simply those who have awakened to Truth, cannot remain in isolation, enjoying knowledge only for themselves. They must return to the cave, to society, and help others to rise. This is difficult, because people often resist and reject what threatens their comfortable illusions. Yet if no one returns, if no one speaks, the cave will remain filled with shadows, and humanity will remain enslaved by lies.

Therefore, our task is clear. We must not remain chained to appearances, nor allow ourselves to be seduced by false promises of happiness and control. We must question, discern, and seek reality with courage and clarity. We must resist the systems that manipulate, deceive, and weaken, and instead reclaim our dignity, our freedom, and our humanity. Just as Plato’s freed prisoner preferred suffering in the Light to comfort in the shadows, so too must we prefer Truth, however demanding, to lies, however pleasing. Only by walking together out of the cave of deception and into the Light of reality can we build a just, free, and harmonious community. The journey is difficult, but the reward is immense: the vision of Truth, the beauty of Justice, and the strength to share them for the Good of all. Let us rise, therefore, and choose the Light.

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References:

https://classics.mit.edu/Plato/republic.8.vii.html

https://www.platonicfoundation.org/translation/republic/republic-book-7/

In search of a glimpse of Peace

Human beings have reached stunning levels of progress in science, technology, and material comfort. However, when we look at the world, we still see wars, genocides, hatred, and greed. It seems that this humanity has not yet understood one of the most basic truths: each human life is sacred, unique, and irreplaceable. To kill a brother or a sister for land, power, money, or ideology is to deny the deeper reality of existence, that is to say that behind every body, there is a soul and a spirit with a Divine Purpose.

Moreover, too often, we measure success by wealth, status, and possessions, although we do not understand that all of these vanish in time. What remains is what we become through Love, Humility, Virtue, and Courage. In fact, our Earth is a hard school, a testing ground for our souls and spirits. Here, through difficulties and struggles, we are meant to grow, to refine our souls and spirits, and to prepare for higher realities. Without challenges, Virtues cannot bloom, without suffering, Joy loses its depth and without obstacles, there is no true progress of the soul and the spirit. This humankind, obscured and blinded by materialism, often forgets this. We build towers of wealth and weapons of destruction, but we neglect the invisible architecture of what there is inside of us. We strive to conquer planets and invent machines that mimic human thought, but we fail to annihilate our hatred, greed, envy, and other sins. What use is progress if it leads to self-destruction?

After all, when we look at the conflicts around us — in Palestine, in Syria, in Sudan, in Ukraine, among the Rohingya, and in many other places — we see how far our humanity still is from understanding the sacredness of life. Each life lost is not only a tragedy for the families left behind, but also a stolen opportunity for that soul-spirit to live, learn, and rise. In fact, wars destroy more than buildings, destroy the lessons and the experiences meant to elevate us. Besides, genocides and mass killings strip humanity of its dignity, are wounds in the spiritual history of mankind, wounds that cannot be healed by time alone but by remembrance, repentance, and transformation.

Nevertheless, history itself is a heavy witness. We cannot forget the Holocaust, where millions of Jews, along with Roma, disabled people, and others, were exterminated in a mechanised system of hatred. It was not only a crime against a people, but a crime against humankind’s spirit. We cannot forget Rwanda, where neighbor turned against neighbor in a frenzy of violence, revealing how fragile human bonds can become when poisoned by propaganda and fear. We cannot forget Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge, where intellectuals, teachers, and ordinary people were massacred in the name of a twisted ideology. We cannot forget Srebrenica, where thousands of Muslim men and boys were executed right before the eyes of the international community. We cannot forget the persecution of the Cristeros in Mexico, where faith itself became the target of violence, and believers were slain for holding to their convictions. Each of these horrors and countless others, which I am sorry to have left unmentioned, stands as a reminder of what happens when hatred, fear, and materialism overcome the light of the spirit. They are warnings written in blood across history’s pages, urging us to never repeat them. Yet still, in our present era, echoes of these same tragedies ring out, showing us how easily humanity falls back into darkness.

Furthermore, living on Earth is not a coincidence, but a sacred chance to prove ourselves worthy of the Kingdom of Love and Peace. If we were suddenly placed in a realm of pure Light, we would not know how to connect our spirits to such high vibrations. After all, we are here to learn, to align ourselves with the frequency of Heaven, and trials are not punishments but opportunities to grow. The evil forces of hatred, greed, and despair are real, as they thrive in wars, genocides, corruption, and injustice. But against them stand the powers of Love, Truth, and Righteousness. Every time we forgive, defend the weak, care for the Earth, and act with kindness, we rise closer to Heaven. Spiritual growth is not achieved in one leap, but in daily practice: prayer, meditation, self-reflection, and service. It is the slow, steady work of cleansing ourselves of ego and selfishness, and attuning ourselves to the eternal Light.

Moreover, True Happiness is not in money or power, but harmony between body, soul, and spirit. In higher dimensions, there is no room for selfishness or cruelty. So here, in this earthly life, we must learn to cleanse ourselves of these poisons. Virtues are the keys that open higher doors: chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, kindness, patience, humility, forgiveness. Each of these is like a note in a higher symphony, since, together, they allow our spirits to vibrate in tune with Heaven. Every small act — a word of Truth, a gesture of Compassion, a sacrifice for Justice — brings us closer to that Eternal Harmony. As a matter of fact, it is in choosing Virtues that we resist the dark currents that seek to drag souls and spirits down into despair.

Thus, the global turmoils of our age are not only tragedies but also signs — birth pains of a New Era of Peace that prophets, philosophers, and poets have long spoken about. The darkness we see now seem to become stronger, but it cannot last forever. Humanity is being called to awaken, to rise, to remember who we truly are: not just bodies, but eternal souls and spirits on a elevating and illuminating journey. Sacred texts speak of an Age of Love, Justice, Peace, Wisdom, and Fairness where nations will not learn war anymore. After all, philosophers have dreamt of a Universal Brotherhood and mystics have seen visions of a world transfigured by Light. Could it be that these dreams are not illusions, but prophecies waiting to be fulfilled? The violence, the wars, the genocides are like storms before the dawn, reminding us of the urgent need to change, to evolve, to align ourselves with Love.

Therefore, brothers and sisters, time is short, and the choice is urgent. Will we remain blind in materialism, or will we embrace the higher path of Love, Peace, and Unity? The answer will shape not only our future, but the destiny of our souls and our spirits. Life passes swiftly and each moment is a chance to grow, to rise, to shine with the Light given to us by our Creator. Beloved brothers and sisters, let us not waste this chance. Let us awaken, rise, and walk the path of Light. Together, we can resist and fight against darkness, transform our world, and prepare for the eternal Kingdom where Love and Peace reign eternally. The time is now. The choice is ours.

The False Lights and the True Flame

We often chase the false lights of this world, mistaking them for lasting joys. We convince ourselves that pleasure lies in temporary thrills, in fleeting distractions, in substances and addictions that promise freedom but leave us enslaved. The parties, the excess, the various bad habits and sins—all of it seems to fill us for a moment, but soon we are left with a strange emptiness, an inner silence so vast it feels cosmic. This emptiness whispers the Truth: we are not made for temporary lights, but for an eternal Flame.

That Flame is True, Unconditional Love. Not the distorted love that flatters our ego or demands something in return, but the Love that flows from our Uncreated Creator, who planted within us the seed of Virtue, Dignity, and eternal Purpose. When we align our actions with this Love, when we live as vessels of it, we discover a Joy deeper than any fleeting pleasure. It is a joy that does not vanish when the night ends or the music stops. It is a joy that tastes of eternity.

We experience it when we lift a hand to help someone in need, when we speak truth against injustice despite the cost, when we use our talents not to glorify ourselves but to build and heal. We feel it when we forgive those who wounded us, when we choose patience instead of anger, when we stand firm for what is right even if it means standing alone. We feel it in acts of mercy, in moments of humility, in sacrifices made silently but shining brightly in the unseen order of the universe. Each of these actions carries within it the resonance of Paradise, as if for a brief instant Heaven touches Earth.

Furthermore, the human heart has always sought the Truth. Yet we often stumble because our eyes are distracted by illusions—illusions that promise joy but conceal decay. The Uncreated Creator, who is Harmony, Peace, and Life itself, calls us not with false seduction but with Clarity. The adversary of good, however, cloaks destruction in sweetness, offering gifts that seem harmless or even desirable but that, in time, reveal themselves enslaving and destructive. The good bears fruits of goodness, returning love for Love. The false light bears only darkness, no matter how dazzling it first appears.

Moreover, the entire cosmos moves under the law of cause and effect. Every action, whether born of love or malice/hatred, ripples into the fabric of existence, creating harmony or chaos. To sow good is to invite Balance, to nurture Order, to become an instrument of Peace. To sow evil is to unleash disorder, to fracture what was meant for unity, to perpetuate suffering. Yet there is a remedy: Love. Love alone has the power to sever the chain of consequences that binds humanity to despair. Love alone restores what hatred has broken. Love alone lifts us beyond ourselves, reconnecting us to our true origin and destiny.

Therefore, the false lights will continue to beckon, dazzling and deceptive, although these will soon fade. However, those who choose to follow the True Flame, who seek the Joy born of Virtue, Compassion, and the Fulfillment of their unique mission, will know what it means to live fully. For in every act of genuine Love, no matter how small, we taste Eternity—and we remember that we were never made for emptiness, but for the boundless radiance of the Unconditional.