Ancestrum

True power does not come from where we are born, but from what we choose to become when destiny takes us far from all we think we are.

The life of the world and of all who inhabit it is nothing but an incessant repetition of long periods of peace and turmoil. And the soothsayers, quite numerous, sometimes place a person or an event in the chain of events already past, predicting what will happen next. Isn't it a mystery? For this very cyclical passage, eternally repeated over such vast periods, is all the more significant because it follows so faithfully the path of an ancestral archetypal life. Something destined to be repeated after thousands and thousands of years must be valid for the present moment of life.

Once again, the scribe had reached the desert land, in the heart of the Holy Land, where the day tells of the stars that watch at night. For weeks, the same dream haunted him: he saw himself wandering through the desert, thirsty and tired, but with a strange sensation of fulfillment. Every morning he woke up with the taste of sand on his lips, with that inexplicable longing, beyond space and time. Until one day, when, looking into the distance of the desert, through a kind of revelation, he understood that the dream was not a premonition, but a memory from the past repeated in the present.

Then he set off on a journey through the desert, intending to reach a special oasis, where the ancient Kabbalists had given life to the Word. For hours he followed the caravan, without encountering any sign of guidance, of a kind that would confirm his long-sought path. However, at every step, the scribe recognized the dunes and the route, as if he had been there before, long ago. The smell of sesame oil and perfumes also spoke a language, an ancestral code, which, only in moments of profound lucidity, the scribe deciphered a certain meaning.

Can a lost memory become the catalyst for a new visual image full of authenticity, revealing that where you were once, you will be again?

A mysterious story was beginning to take shape, constantly mixing with other memories, with other lives, which he could no longer decipher. However, the scribe did not look sad, because where there was once, there will be another time. Everything repeats itself in the greatest time, as if the unseen destiny had been written in advance. Nothing is lost forever, say the Kabbalists, everything will be again the same as it was before. But, nostalgia is always greater than reason, and for this reason, his gaze kept sliding over the sand dunes, without seeing them, as if the soul were looking for something beyond them. It was a kind of ancestral calling, an Aliaimero Yersmul Olyonles, something that was lost and found again, making every memory a revelation, a mystery, یک احساس غیر زمینی, in the sense of a return to the origins.

More and more, something in himself seemed to resonate with Jack London's famous novel, "The Call of the Wild," which is not just a story of survival, but Buck's spiritual journey to his true essence. This story can also be seen as a metaphor for his inner journey. Often, the scribe told himself, we are caught up in the comforts of modern life, but there is a deeper calling within us – an ancestral call to authenticity, to inner strength, to our true destiny. Buck not only survives, but is reborn in the wilderness, far from his birthplace, becoming what he was always meant to be. A fearless fighter, a high-ranking leader.

To reach that long-prophesied fulfillment, the scribe understood that he had to not only survive physically, but also go through a process of spiritual initiation, to connect with a destiny that had long called him, but which he could not recognize in the comfort of his previous life. This idea of spirits finding themselves, regardless of where they were born, is a perspective that resonates with ancient myths about returning to essence, about the call of a higher destiny. Spirits may wander, but the divine world never loses sight of them – they are called back by an invisible thread, by signs, by mysterious coincidences, by events that seem random, but which are, in fact, part of a greater plan.

How do your present experiences become points of reconnection with a higher destiny, so that they endure as a testament to the invincible spirit?

Only those who have the eyes to see these signs and the courage to follow the unseen calling will achieve their true destiny. This divine calling is, in fact, the process by which a spirit passes through fire, through righteous struggle, through sacrifice, through refusal to bow before evil, and, if it withstands all trials without betraying its essence, then it becomes a leader of the seen and unseen world. In essence, such a Chosen One not only follows its calling, but becomes part of a sacred destiny, becoming one with the spirit of its ancestors, arriving to illuminate the world with the divine message "Maktub" and unite what was once scattered.

The road was still too long not to get used to solitude, and when the evenings fell cool, when the shadows stretched, even the silence became a living presence. And this sand, the scribe said to himself one day, has been trodden by footsteps before, as if his footsteps had returned here, just like the tracks that had preceded it. Why then should this road be less close to your heart than the city from which I left? Immediately, he felt that the desert was listening to his thoughts and that it was trying to say something, but that, in fact, he was the one who could not yet speak to his soul and it was no one's fault that it could not understand him.

Nothing is lost, everything repeats itself over time. The scribe has reached the end of his journey. Only the journey through the desert has reminded him of who he really is. Therefore, the call of the ancestors is not just an instinct, but a message that comes from beyond the birthplaces, from an ancestral memory, from an invisible thread that connects the past to the present and the future. Synchronicity, that invisible thread that connects seemingly disparate events, is a key in this journey. Basically, something greater than any individual orchestrates events so that he gets where he belongs. In the end, the scribe understood that true power does not come from where we are born, but from what we choose to become when destiny takes us far from everything we think we are.

Leadership transcends one's place of origin, revealing itself in the ability to become someone other than what one's personal past has imposed.

Ancestrum symbolizes the passage from past to present, in a continuum that will become the future. Here I refer mainly to that divine determination that changes the course of the life of a man whose spiritual roots are so deeply connected to the will of destiny that what seems like chance suddenly becomes confirmation of the message: "So it was written."