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[the-unseen1]

7. Fulfilling an old promise

The Seeker and the mysterious Stranger (Part 7of 7)

7. Fulfilling an old promise

“What are you talking about,” the Seeker asks confusedly. “What promise? I didn't promise anything to you.”

A flock of Thirty birds is flying through the sky, chirping a song of foreboding calmness. Their harmonious tune, like the prelude of a powerful symphony.

The mysterious stranger grins.

“Long, long time ago, there was a promise made. That after roaming around for centuries, being lost in the darkness, we will find a path. That we'll pave a way of love and light*.* That the old flame that has been burning in our eyes will be rekindled again. That the broken shall be pieced together, that the hidden shall be revealed, that the lost shall be found again.

A forgotten memory, hidden deep inside of you. Like a beautiful dream, which you can't remember. Like an itch in an unreachable area. Like the melody of a song you are trying to remember. You can't grasp it. You can't express it with words... But there's this knowing... Isn't there? Since your childhood you have been searching for it, haven't you?”

The orchestra of birds is singing their rising hymn in unison. Their song echoes through the forest, getting louder and louder, increasing in strength by each passing minute.

“You are talking nonsense,” the Seeker shouts nervously. “You don't know me. You don't know anything about me... So stop trying to get me confused!”

“Oh man,” the mysterious stranger sighs. “Did you really forget everything? Come on, remember what I told you, when we met in your dreams.”

The symphony of the birds is nearing its crescendo. The flock of birds spreads out, as each bird lands on a tree. Their rhythm, coming ever closer to its climax.

“Wha- In- In my Dreams?” the Seeker asks confused, shaking their head. “No... no this can't be. You are messing with me.”

The mysterious stranger breathes in deeply. Suddenly all birds fall silent, observing the two on the bench, as the mysterious stranger begins humming a tune. The chorus of the symphony of birds. A melody that sounds familiar to the seeker.

“We will meet again,” the mysterious stranger sings in the most beautiful melody.

As the stranger sings the promised words, all the birds join in the chorus. The song reaches its peak. The birds fly from their trees, forming another flock, dancing through the sky in joy, as their powerful hymn reaches the furthest corners of the forest.

Suddenly the Seeker feels this strange wave of energy moving in their spine.

“Stop it,” demands the Seeker, engulfed by fear. “Shut up!”

The stranger stops. Sudden silence. The quiet birds hide again within the trees.

After the Seeker calms down, the Stranger opens his mouth again:

“I fully respect, if you don't want to go any further. I understand, if this frightens you. I mean it is weird after all, isn't it? As if I were speaking to you directly... It's up to you. If you are not interested, then ignore this and just continue as usual.

However, there is a reason that we are holding this conversation. There is a reason that we are here right now... You, hearing my words spoken to you... Is there really nothing more to this? If you are not ready to embark on this journey, it would be better if you go now.”

The Seeker remains silent. They are thinking about, how they were occupying the bench first.

“Ah, so you are still here,” the mysterious stranger speaks joyfully after some time.

“I'm glad you have decided to stay. Someday you will understand the significance of this decision.”

“Well...,” the Seeker comments with a confused face. “This is my bench.”

Some of the birds start chirping again, as they remain hidden in the trees. Slowly, one bird, after another joins the song again.

“Anyway,” the stranger continues.

“You have heard it, haven't you? The great call. It might have reached you in your dreams, in your thoughts or in your feelings. I tell you this: You are not alone. Many have heard it... It resounded in our hearts, like a great wave of relief, of joy, of hope. Throughout the globe, many joined the orchestra of life. Adding their own unique voice to this amazing symphony.

I know that you have heard it. I know that you have felt it deep within. The dawn of something great. A new path has unfolded in front of us. Now we can walk together. We have made our choice. We have chosen love before selfishness, we have chosen light before darkness. Now it's up to each and everyone to do their part.

I know, the task seems impossible. I know that you are scared to stand up. You want to keep things as they are. You want to continue waiting here on this bench, all by yourself. You tell yourself, that this is normal, you tell yourself, that this is where you should be. This is what's expected of you. This is safe.

Stop telling yourself that you are content, if you aren't. Is this really what fulfills you? Ask yourself, if this is truly were you are supposed to be. Don't you know deep down, that there is more to life? Can't you hear this quiet voice, deep within your heart, calling for your name?”

The symphony of birds is rising again. Some leave their tree, flying freely through the open sky. Other birds are joining them, as the song of hope is rising once again.

The Seeker bursts into tears. “I can't... No, no, no... I am not ready to make this step... What will people think of me? What if it leads to pain? What if I fail? I am too afraid to do this all alone...”

The stranger suddenly stands up.

“There is no need to be afraid,” he speaks in a reassuring voice. “You don't need to walk this path alone. Because I will be with you. Let us walk together, side by side and find our way. Not as teacher and student, not as leader and follower, but as two old friends. As equals, with the common goal of reaching the top of the tallest mountain.”

The stranger points with his index finger at a mountain in the far distance, so high, that it melts with the blue sky.

“There, dear Seeker, at Axis Mundi, the two of us will find together what we have been searching for. We will end the everlasting seeking once and for all.”

The stranger stretches his hand towards the Seeker. The Seeker remains hesitant:

“I can't... no really, you expect too much from me. I mean... I don't even know you... Why should I trust you... How can I know for certain that you won't abuse my trust... my goodwill...”

“We are all in this together, my old friend,” the stranger says with a big grin on his face. “If you may allow me... I would like to share something with you.”

“Go ahead,” says the Seeker, pointing their head downwards.

As the birds in the sky are increasing in numbers, their song reaching once again the chorus, the flock is forming beautiful patterns. From the depths of the forest, all animals appear, quietly listening to the wonderful melody. Squirrels, rabbits, foxes, deers, wolves and bears. All observing in silent expectation.

The mysterious stranger whispers secret words into the ear of the Seeker. Words that only the reader knows.

Deep within their minds, forgotten words rise again to the surface.

Yes, it is that, what you are thinking.

Again the orchestra reaches it's climax. All birds in unison sing the chorus of the sacred song. “WE WILL MEET AGAIN.”

Even the mammals join the chorus. From behind the bushes, in the shadows of the trees and from within the long grass, they join the great symphony, adding with their unique voice and sound. Even the bear growls and the wolf howls the song of hope and liberation... All together, humming a melody, once forgotten, but deep within the heart always remembered.

As the Seeker listens, they again feel a wave of heat and energy moving through their body. Even more powerful than before. The Seeker raises their head upwards and for the first time, since the stranger sat himself beside them, they gaze directly into his eyes. Only now did they realize that the eyes of the stranger were burning, as if they were made of flames.

“Ok,” the Seeker says, grasping the hand of the Stranger and letting themself be lifted from the bench.

“For now... I'll let you walk by my side... But let this be clear: This does not mean I trust you... I am just curious, what will happen next.”

The Stranger chuckles.

“Frankly, I don't give a damn, whether you trust me or not. All that matters is that you are trusting yourself... I mean seriously, why are you so insecure? There is no need to be afraid. You are so much stronger than you think you are. You don't even see your own greatness. Why can't you see how wonderful you are?

I can see it so clearly... I don't even need to know you personally... Because no matter who you are, no matter where you are, no matter when you are, the fire of humanity is burning deep within you. So don't be afraid. There's no need for fear. If you could see yourself, as I see you, you would understand.”

The Seeker silently nods their head and takes a deep breath. They take their first step forward on a journey that would change their life forever. Side by Side, the Seeker and the Stranger are walking through the forest, leaving the bench behind.

“So,” the Seeker asks. “What's the matter with these eyes of yours?”

“Let me put it this way,” the mysterious Stranger laughs.

“One day, your eyes will burn as well.”

Even though they couldn't imagine in a million years, where the path would lead them, the Seeker felt an emergence of new excitement and joy, deep inside their heart. As they traversed into the Unknown land ahead, the Seeker realized that this was the beginning of a great adventure.

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Now, we have met again. The time has come. The long awaited signal was given. The promised words were spoken. The code is now remembered. The wait is over, the call for action is sent. It's time to step up and walk the path. As the Seeker made their choice, so did the Reader.

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TO BE CONTINUED

[mortemhq]

MERLIN'S BEARD, VESTA ROWLE (LILY ROSE DEPP), IS THAT YOU? it’s been so long – i thought you might’ve been dead! i mean, you never know in times like these. well, it’s good to have you back in the fight. come on now, there’s no time to waste – we need you to re-enter the fray within the next 48 hours, or else i fear all might be lost. don’t let us down – the world is counting on you.

[ she/her, ciswoman ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on vesta rowle who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 21 year old pureblood witch who is oddly reminiscent of blair waldorf, cordelia chase, regina george, shiv roy, and margaery tyrell which makes sense considering their incisive, eloquent, adroit, mendacious, phantasmagoric, supercilious nature. you might know of them as the biological child of thorfinn rowle and ebba bergqvist, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle lily rose depp, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the death eaters, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with girl who cried worlf by ashe. [ em, 26, she/her, est ]

[angels-vomit]

i miss ur buttery popcorn he doesnt never has never will and i honestly want to go home in the big victorian house with the fireplace and i get to see wags everyfay and thry live thete and thry live across the stteet but theyre wity me and tj is there and my kpop boys bring me gifts and i get to go shopping and work on fosnrt workd with dad and mom and my family and NATE -.- i want to hear this kids idea. ge is really good at rhyming and he is mean judt likr mean he picked up irony but in a matr way and its tye cutest fucking thing in thr worlf and i moss u so much nater ut gratrt than hell rlle it suvks people are pretending yo be you but hes honestly really awkward anyways and u know in ur heart being >>>>> weirf and awkward around girls isnt exactly getting them very far....because a) dad scored an awesome mom dad and these hushanfs of mine scored an awesome chantelle so dont fret my pet bruh u were supposed to be cai loool i get it hes hurt :( awe nate evertone is butthurt tn because i made fun of their rgos but i really smacked down on nate hard. nate do u honestly think that guy did u justice.... i can hear u loud and clear from here big guy ok like goffamn im so glad i still get to see u shine and grow even tho im a slow from over yknow JUST BECAUSE HE HAS A HOBBY THAT IS LIKE YOURS AND BECAUSE HE IS THE SAME HEIGHT AND HAIRCUT LIKE U AND DRESSES LIKE U DORSNT MAKE U NATE OR U THOS GOES FOR ALL OF U. but i really want Nathaniel to keep his name. i know hes consifering vhanging it dont. please do not. it would break my heart if you did honestly if it really gives u soltiyude nate i respect u but it rhymes so great! it honestly rn thymes cushiony in my head anf writing this lettrr to you is giving me peace. and quiet thh loool i love you. but seriously big guy and i LOVED playing pretty pretty princess with you and if you want to wear dresses and wear makeup and dress like how you YOU want yo wear what you want to. nate you are fantastic and i aupport you all the way i do they just ruined my life and you know your big sister chantelle supports you the most i hated you but loved you so much i wantrd to see u shine and aee u in plays and watch u fancr and do acrobats and i love u so much. soccer was cool too but was it you? i love you anywsys if it is. im just following my intuition kid but anyone you choose to be im here for you. we will get ring braclets that we will never take off and im going to swuish ya i dont ever want to stop talking to you either because i want to hear you and see you and i want to know you i think you are the most interesting person in thr world and he has a taken a liking to jimin eye see well secret jimin loves u and we will be 3 there u go no sexual contact but u sket it he can yake u out on datrs if jimin feels its necfessary ! anything fot nate i think its his fate . anyways i love you so so so so so much dont think any of what im being molested in this house means anything it DOES NOT TIT TOT I AM JUSt putting on a favade is she really sarcastic ? she is tgo? she is just cleverrer with it tho its hard when u cant do iy with ur kens ykno but like im kinda broken rn so here is my token to you:

nate fate great he date a mate late i am kate yate sate wate no hate but he date bate bate bate no late but yester date he did bate bate bate over kate loool just kidding bro im just teasing ya uou have to GROW UP SOMETIME GOD im trying to get u in there>>>>>> bye.

[illyrian-enthusiasts]

IM SO SAD THAT RHYSAND DOESNT EXIST. DO YOU EVER HAVE THAT DEPRESSINNG FEELING. EVERYDAY I THINK ABOUT RHYSAND AND HIS LOVE FOR FEYRE AND I JUST WANT HIM SO BAD BUT I CANT HAVE HIM BC HE DOESNT EXIST AND I JUST WANNA CRY BC HES SO FUCKING PERFECT AND OMGGGGG WHY CAN I LIVE IN HIS WORLD. I THINK TECHNOLOGY NOW SHOULD MAKE IT POSSIBLE TO JUMP INTO A BOOK WORLF I MEAN ITS 2017 COME ON UGH THIS IS SO EXTREME BUT I WANT NO ONE BUT RHYSAND UGH IM SO SAD THAT ONE DAY EVERYONE GONNA FORGET ABOUT RHYSAND

the feeling is mutual m8!! it's so hard to read ACOMAF without wanting to just dive into Velaris :'))

[artistofvelaris]

IM SO SAD THAT RHYSAND DOESNT EXIST. DO YOU EVER HAVE THAT DEPRESSINNG FEELING. EVERYDAY I THINK ABOUT RHYSAND AND HIS LOVE FOR FEYRE AND I JUST WANT HIM SO BAD BUT I CANT HAVE HIM BC HE DOESNT EXIST AND I JUST WANNA CRY BC HES SO FUCKING PERFECT AND OMGGGGG WHY CAN I LIVE IN HIS WORLD. I THINK TECHNOLOGY NOW SHOULD MAKE IT POSSIBLE TO JUMP INTO A BOOK WORLF I MEAN ITS 2017 COME ON UGH THIS IS SO EXTREME BUT I WANT NO ONE BUT RHYSAND UGH

Saaame bro!

[starofvelaris]

IM SO SAD THAT RHYSAND DOESNT EXIST. DO YOU EVER HAVE THAT DEPRESSINNG FEELING. EVERYDAY I THINK ABOUT RHYSAND AND HIS LOVE FOR FEYRE AND I JUST WANT HIM SO BAD BUT I CANT HAVE HIM BC HE DOESNT EXIST AND I JUST WANNA CRY BC HES SO FUCKING PERFECT AND OMGGGGG WHY CAN I LIVE IN HIS WORLD. I THINK TECHNOLOGY NOW SHOULD MAKE IT POSSIBLE TO JUMP INTO A BOOK WORLF I MEAN ITS 2017 COME ON UGH THIS IS SO EXTREME BUT I WANT NO ONE BUT RHYSAND UGH IM SO SAD THAT ONE DAY EVERYONE GONNA FORGET ABOUT RHYSAND

Girl I KNOW how you feel! But take comfort in the fact that books last forever so you'll always have this series to lose yourself in ✨

[captain-kyloren]

IM SO SAD THAT RHYSAND DOESNT EXIST. DO YOU EVER HAVE THAT DEPRESSINNG FEELING. EVERYDAY I THINK ABOUT RHYSAND AND HIS LOVE FOR FEYRE AND I JUST WANT HIM SO BAD BUT I CANT HAVE HIM BC HE DOESNT EXIST AND I JUST WANNA CRY BC HES SO FUCKING PERFECT AND OMGGGGG WHY CAN I LIVE IN HIS WORLD. I THINK TECHNOLOGY NOW SHOULD MAKE IT POSSIBLE TO JUMP INTO A BOOK WORLF I MEAN ITS 2017 COME ON UGH THIS IS SO EXTREME BUT I WANT NO ONE BUT RHYSAND UGH IM SO SAD THAT ONE DAY EVERYONE GONNA FORGET ABOUT RHYSAND

OMG NONNY SAME. LIKE HONESTLY RHYS IS A DREAMER I WANNA A DREAMER. I JUST HMPH WE'LL NEVER FORGET RHYSAND. NEVER. I JUST WANT A HAREM OF FICTIONAL MEN, AND RHYS TO LEAD THEM. Who doesn't want a love like Feyre and Rhys is just so wonderful

[tjgalvez-blog]

CHAPTER 8

Hi, I am Tranzvir Jule Galvez, I personally love to collect Bicycle and shoes . I would consider my self to be obsessed with material objects especially when it's very trendyn. But, at the same time i am very practical too. I don't just buy stuff without any confirmational that i actually need it. I do think being materialistic is bad, as it leada to be creation of the worlf of dofferent in the way people treat other human being. The materialistic people hardly treat other as their wealth . They hardly care about anyone but themselves and frequently tend to exploit and trample people through the proceas of a dog eat dog world. It is therefor important for people to follow the teaching of the bible and become moral. The little things we possess we need to share with the poor as this will ensure equality in the society. Materialism nurtures corruption and causes the society to be improved. Materalistic people use every availabale means to ensure that the rest of the people in the society remain poor. The aspect of materialism is more pronounced in the third world countries where leaders are driven by greed and in the process embezzle public funds to maintain their status.

[fandomsandchill]

Shout out to the most amazing person in the worlf

At first I didn't believe in love. I've never believed in Disney falling in love at first glance, kinda thing. It was stupid to me, especially with my parents proving nothing could work out forever. By fucking God, I hope this does. I couldn't imagine a life without you. The thought of leaving you makes me cry, Just even the simple thought. Your so beautiful. I love your hair, so soft and tipped with vibrant colours. Red, blue.. Well, that leads to our favourite ship haha. I love your Chub, I believe you'll be lovely to cuddle with. Your eyes, your lips, just you. Don't get me started on your accent! You mean the world to me. I honestly think I don't deserve you. I am Emo white trash, and a anxious bean full of emotions. You.. Your beautiful. Sure, we're both anxious beans, but your a beautiful anxious bean. Well, this is a late night post and I'm sappy af. So this is to the most amazing person in the world, @galactic-hub , my atarau 💙❤️

[chelseatextilefei-blog]

Theory: Visual and Material Culture task

Read: Rozsika Parker (2010) ‘Introduction’ in The Subversive Stitch: Embroidery and the Making of the Feminine I.B Taurus.

As a textile student, to use fabric to show a story of image should be not that hard, the thing between stident and desinger just one different, it is the culture used, we may not easy to use the culture in our works, however desinger or artist can use it deeply.

After i went to Tate Modern i finded the Louise Bourgeois who was bron in France and worked in USA. '10 am is when you come to me 2006', it an artworks from 20 etchings with watercolour, pencil and gouache on paper. These prints shows drawings of Bourgenis's hands and those of Jerry Gorovoy, her assistant for over thirty years. The title refers to the daily time of Gorovoy's arrival at Bourgeois's studio or house. she was particulary fascinated by the physical contrast between her small hands and the large hands of Jerry Gorovoy. Louise's work considered subversive, as we can see the small hands with the big hands cross on the red backgroud, no matter which position, it all tell the tures of this world. The political and psychological losses that accrued have been compellingly documented by, for example, Sheila Rowbotham, Susan Faludi and Naomi Worlf.

Louise Bourgeois (1911-2010), 'Couple' made by 1996, Louise though the couple represented here appear to merge into each other. As in many of Bourgeois's works, male and female are combined in an ambiguous arrangement of body parts. For Bourgeois, handing indicates a state of uncertainty. 'Horizontality is a desire to give up, to sleep', she said. 'Verticality is an attempt to escape. Hanging and floating are states of ambivalence'. Another work from Louise call 'cell'( eyes and mirrors) made from steel, limestone and glass. This is one of several works in which Bourgeois reassembled doors and windowpanes to form small cells, The large marble eyes and the mirrors in this cell indicate that Bourgeois was thinking about voyeurism and surveillance. The mirrors reflect each other and the eyes in an endlessly probing insular circuit. The 'Legs' made by 2001 also shown this problems, these hanging fabric legs appear to represent a family: father, mother and child. Bourgeois spoke frequently of childhood memories that left a mark upon her imagination, and which re-emerged in her work as an artist. One of these memories was of encountering wounded soldiers and amputees during tht First World War. Her sister also had a medical problem with her knee and sometimes had difficulty walking. This suspended family of legs raises many questions about their imagined owners.

Sometimes, when people walk on the street, they will block them eyes to not see the black. As seam as the artist, they would like to find people's black when they need it, like i said, Louise Bourgeois she have her oun consider of the word'subversive'.

As a 'source of constraint' about textile arts, the meaning of textile arts should be seam as an artist of a drawing, both of works are showing an attitude of the life. From the textile way, source of constraint chould be the product, it shows the artist attitude, also when people buy this, they may understanding the meaning.