Istanbul as the 11:11 Portal of Magic …
I’ve always said that you have been a very important Gate; for me and to me, too.
A Gate of Friendship!
A Gate of Council!
A Gate of Support!
Oftentimes, my very cheerleader.
Whereas all along, You have been.
You have been a Portal. Not a Gate.
A Portal: The Bosphorus!
The very moment I lay my eyes on You, Dearest Bosphorus, in 2003, I fell head over heels in love with You, Dearest Strait.
What a sight!
What a breathtaking view!
Like a ship I’d pass through your Seas, Portal of Magic, miraculously deploying the souls I’d needed.
All in all, we have a 3ushra together. The noun 3ushra is in Arabic and refers to the period of time two persons share.
The best thing about You is that one can never know what will happen next.
The very Strait of the Unexpected.
“Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.”
— Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules Of Love
For certain, I have enjoyed you, Dearest Bosphorus, to the fullest.
As for the puss… well… I am an alchemist, by birth.
After all, there must be something about the Damascene Rose.
And when all is said and done, dearest Istanbul, you have been a Portal of Miracles.
You have hosted a genuine Damascene Hybrid Indigo Star Seed Human within your Strait.
Waving as One in the Strait of Life.
Now we’d quarrel, now we’d make peace, now we’d travel, now we’d swim in the stream of the cognitive dissonance.
Always living the day.
Our souls have beautifully led the way.
Even your Street Pirates have been gentlemen.
We are only human, with the good and the bad.
But when we draw the line, You are. And You are My Dearest Friend. A jamais ... Daima
For we have tamed and known each other:
“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a ... (fox) like a hundred thousand other ..... (foxes). But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
And… as a hybrid, I might have felt Home, almost.
I might have felt in-between worlds.
In-between cultures: the East and the West!
In the Seas of the Mabeyn…
Yeeeeeeees. As previously mentioned, I have recently discovered that I have been an “Indigo Child” and — also a Star Seed.
Both! Or shall I add all of them:
I am a hybrid. I bear the genuine seeds of at least two races. Who knows who the ancestors of the 1001 generation of ancestors — were?
But, all along, there was something more to it.
I am an Indigo Child.
I am a Star Seed.
And there's a message with this.
I shall care to speak about it in a post on its own.
For now, I remember my telling the Gentleman by the Strait that we are in times of transition.
I have known that I am at a crossroads.
What I didn’t know was that I am "New Energy".
And New Energy can't fit in the Old Energy.
Not because I say so. Rather, because it is so.
An updated system, energetically speaking, can't plug into an outdated system from a spiritual point of view.
This is what the Indigo / Star Children are about: they are, we are "New Energy".
I have known that there is something different, about me, but I didn't know what it was.
For certain, I have felt, too much.
I remember the Gentleman by the Strait would get exasperated by my need for feeling and love and would cry his frustration out loud:
"Duygu!!! Duygu!!! Duygu!!!" — Sentiment, sentiment, sentiment!!!"
What a better place to be than in the Mayben, amidst the Heart of the Bosphorus?
And the heart always lies at the center.
She belongs neither to the West nor to the East.
The heart is always here to balance the mind and the spirit.
The heart balances and integrates the being.
A painkiller, the mood-booster, the very magical potion of life.
Mrs. Heart speaks in Mhz and volumes of truthful, soulful sentiments.
Mrs. Heart brings out the Fire of the Life in every one of us.
And to me, She is, She is the Lady of my Heart, if not my very heart:
The Eternal Soul … and verily, the Garden of Roses.
As for my dearest friends — the Seagulls, well... they have made it sure I’d always find my way back to … Home.