“We shall remember ...... Damascus, the "Pearl of the East", the pride of Syria, the fabled garden of Eden, the home of princes and genii of the Arabian Nights, the oldest metropolis on Earth, the one city in all the world that has kept its name and held its place and looked serenely on while the Kingdoms and Empires of four thousand years have risen to life, enjoyed their little season of pride and pomp, and then vanished and been forgotten”
― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad
She was born in your heart on the 11th of June at 11:00.
Call it a hazard, call it a coincidence, the oldest capital of the world is her hometown. What a heritage! To be born in a magical place depicted from 1001 nights- alf layla wa layla. That’s what a blessing is!
All you have to do is open the door to your memories and enter that space which belongs to you. It is yours by God’s mercy. And there is no politician or war that is able to take it from you. A beautiful childhood is the most beautiful gifts of them all. It’s her Earth which molds you into a balanced harmonious being. For you become part of her. Connected for life. Enrooted in her being.
Amidst whitey jasmine and velvet-like petals of roses of the heavenly beginning of her childhood, she landed in this cradle of love and light to guide her all through her life at 11:11.
Dimashq, a mother’s hand she clings, whenever in need. Cuddles in the most vibrant and perfumed embrace of the City of Jasmine. Indulges in the most delicious dishes she cooks. Actually, she’d feel that hunger for years. For nothing tastes like one’s mother’s “dishes”: exquisite petals of love spiced with warmth and caress, sweetened by their jam of roses and sprinkled with a dash of its heavenly water.
Number eleven. Number one doubled.
The master number of the Oneness, the Karmic Master Number
Narrow streets of the most ancient metropolis untwine to sew the seed of Humanity, in balance and bliss. Of the Love for one another even though we might be of different faith, creed, nation or hemisphere. (The Spirit of the child pops-up and exhales: I love you, koala! I love you, Southern Hemisphere. Although we haven’t met yet, I looove you. I cannot help it! It’s the universal language of the soul which makes me vibrate with your frequency.)
Eleven imaginary steps of love from the Umayyad Great Mosque bearing in its womb the tomb of John the Baptist to Bab Tuma - Thomas’s Gate, the Christian neighborhood. Streets entangle abundant in World’s cultural heritage and history and, within the same historical perimeter of the ancient city of Damascus translated into the Wisdom of different faiths, of the civilizations which have left their mark here. The1001 Damascene veils bear the authenticity of their stories and are integrated into the very existence of the capital.
Communicate with each other to make sure they pass on the legacy of the karmic Master Number, of the Divine source. They shed “Light upon Light” as they are part of the “dura”, the Levant whose “star is lit” and balanced, glowing “even if untouched by fire.” A divine earth, which has got the power to regenerate by herself. For she is Divine. She is Dimashq Al Sharife, Dimashq Al Munnawara.
She is the Light received from God:
“Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The example of His light is like a niche within which is a lamp, the lamp is within glass, the glass as if it were a pearly [white] star lit from [the oil of] a blessed olive tree, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow even if untouched by fire. Light upon light. Allah guides to His light whom He wills. And Allah presents examples for the people, and Allah is Knowing of all things.”
11:11.The number of “the Illuminator”. The darker the night, the brighter the star. The greater the growth, the more spiritual the communication. In balance and peacefulness. A dance of the soul on the keys of the vibration to keep it as high as possible to pursue one’s dreams. Even “the messengers” have dreams.
The karmic number sets its foundation in the oldest metropolis on Earth.
And with it, determines the flying speed of the spiritual awakening.
It is one of the most important legacies of this ancient city. Damascus bears the outstanding universal value of having welcomed in her arms in the one of a kind hospitality and warmth, a large variety of civilizations: Arameans, Hellenistic, Roman, Byzantine and the one dominant to this day, the Islamic one, which has kept the heritage of all the sons and daughters of their mother
"Pearl of the East". And so have their children and
grandchildren kept the identity of the capital of Empires,
both spiritual - the source of the divine, and structural –
the architectural masterpieces observing the Ummayad
colors of the sacred metropolis.
What a “coincidence”, my dearest hometown! You were founded in the 3rdMillennium B.C. And I am writing and recounting you mostly to people and generations who haven’t set an eye on you, in the 3rdMillenium. Because to You,“ years are only trifles” and nothing can alter neither your spirit nor your identity.
It is God’s gift to You. You are the source of Humanity, of civilizations and I am just a messenger conveying what You have transferred to me the very day I was born on your Earth: today, 36 years ago at 11:11.
You have always been an important cultural and commercial center, by virtue of your geographical positioning. For you lie at the crossroads of the Orient and Occident, between Africa and Asia – a portal to the World.
Mariam: “For the past two weeks I have been seeing the number 11 everywhere.”
She: “You are receiving a pattern, be determined in seeking the meaning.”
But I am. I am dancing el flamenco on the streets of my hometown. I am celebrating my birthday today. It’s the 11thof June, 11:00 a.m. Just like Miss Havisham’s, “my clock” too, is set. It stopped at 11:11 to mark my spiritual journey. I am “neither of the East nor of the West”, I am in between, in your perfect space of mabeyn Damascus, in your Garden of Roses. Dance with me, with my rose. Speak to me in our language. Our dialect is spiritual. That’s why I have friends everywhere: Romania, Turkey, USA, Australia etc.
She: “You are being reminded by the Source to stay engaged and focused on the goals you wish to obtain. This is what seeing relentlessly the number of high energy 11:11 means. It is 10:45. You still have got the time to make it so that you connect to the Earth at 11:11 o'clock.”
Mariam: “You are so right. What a brilliant idea!”
Which place shall I choose? Here, by the roses? No, no, I guess it should be closer to the crossroad. – She didn’t think of it much. She just felt it should be a crossroad. It’s the mother-daughter connection. 11:11 and I am grounded barefoot in the Earth. Alhamdulillah. Let’s pray: Kissar Al SSiwar from Quran El Karim and Tatăl nostru from the Holy Bible.
A moment of mindfulness which connected me with the source.
I am still that little 9-year-old girl afloat in the womb of Damascus. You and I, we have a bond.
We used to play together, laugh together, we used to LIVE.
Life was both tasteful and colorful.
36 years on this road and I don’t know what an authentic loving bond feels like, ever since I was 9. Thank God my dearest loving father is here to hold my hand. It's the perfect breath of air!
The man of the cave wants everything for himself, when He wants, in the manner He wants, just for Himself. Full of the desire of his own persona.
A primitive. A relationship is about love and love, not just self-love.
“You seem to be intolerant to men,” the Lord of Coherence said.
“No, not to men. Just to primitivism,” she replied.
“I don’t take any risks,” he told her.
(And her heart whispered to her ears - “neither do I, I don’t play around with the source”)
Humanity has taken its toll on us, Ya Rab.
Today on my birthday, at the beginning of my "New Year" I make this wish: to finally meet my other self. And I have already begun working on my wish, I have enrooted again on 11 at 11:11, thus tripling the vibration of 11.
You see I haven’t talked ever since. And I’d love to talk about it.
To talk about everything with him. To be in truth, to be us -together.
To remember together the joy of life, the wonderment of life.
They have forgotten all about it. They don’t know what Love is. What do you do when there is poetry in a world still learning the alphabet?
Should this be my destiny, please send me “the human” to resonate with the keynotes of our Garden of Roses. If You have allowed for me to have this miraculous childhood, why not have a miracle of him meeting me and me meeting him? I’d love it for us to create that garden of the soul the fine writer mentioned about. Our own heaven where these amazing rose goddesses landed from Venus would sing our love song.”
Miracles do happen in Damascus
And just like the priest- Anania has restored the sight to Saul in the very ancient city of Damascus, so did she pray for a miracle to happen in her life. For she counted the days and hours she had ever spoken in her life. Her fate was sealed on 11:11 in 1982. And so were her lips. Connected to the gates of her heart.
Eleven vibrates consciousness. Wisdom is applying consciousness.
And she has gotten off the elevator of the eleven stages of growth, which has lifted her to the unconditional and infinite:
The step of the unconditional and infinite ...
This is the Angel number 11 and her time has come. She is ready to go. To leave to other places, which will receive the high energy and illumination brought about by the master number. The World is in need of a spiritual awakening. NOW.
Miracles are happening now
And so is LOVE
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