Sidus Verbum

The sky is never silent, it's just that its language demands an inner amplitude that few can sustain.

One night, as I lay awake under the desert sky, I noticed something that took my breath away. Three rare constellations aligned above a precise point on the horizon, forming a pattern I had never seen before in all my years of studying the sky. It was no mere astronomical coincidence, but sacred geometry, a Figure Aeterna drawn by invisible hands for eyes prepared to receive it.

The alignment reproduced the form of words or rather, their essence sacralized by silence, hidden in the space between the stars like a message encoded in a sacred constellation. All the points are located on the geometric locus of points equidistant from the origin. Then, I understood that there are moments when the sky descends to speak to you directly, and the only condition to hear it is to be sufficiently receptive.

I lay still for hours, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness and my mind empty of noise. It was only then that I noticed that the stars were not random dots, but letters of a cosmic alphabet that someone, once upon a time, had designed to convey truths too great for human words. Using my ancient knowledge of astrology, I began to decode the configuration, feeling how each untied sign opened a gateway within me. When you stop looking for answers outside, the universe begins to lay them out before you, but in a language that you dont have to relearn, just recognize.

Leadership: Can you return to your old certainties after intense exposure to a truth that needs no demonstration?

I knew then that I was not just looking at the stars, but the revelation of a command from outside time. And, no. It was not a command in the sense of a prohibition or an obligation, but in the sense of a direction a cosmic compass pointed towards something I could not yet name, but which I felt vibrating in my chest like a second heart. That night, the sky did not speak to me about the future or the past, but about the essence of things that remain unchanged regardless of time. For each star is a letter of a divine command, inscribed not with ink, but with light and distance. As for recognizing the signs, they become the most profound act of knowledge.

Clearly, that alignment was not just an astronomical coincidence, but a personal calling. As in Dante's "Divine Comedy," where the stars at the end of Inferno become a symbol of hope and the journey toward light, I felt that I too was being called to ascend, but not by force, but by recognition. As if I were a keeper of secrets, building paths into the unknown, I understood that true leadership is the art of reading the signs of the sky without forcing them to speak to you. Each star was an unspoken page, a story written in the ink of light.

Maybe the universe isn't just conspiringmaybe it's speaking directly, through aligned constellations, through shifting winds, through seemingly chance encounters. Even now, it all depends on my ability to read what I'm being shown.

The three constellations together formed an "Astrythos", that rare moment when the sky reveals its hidden architecture to convey a message intended for a single viewer. It was not about horoscopes or banal predictions. It was about confirmation that the path I was following was not wrong, that the silence I had sunk into was not abandonment, but preparation, that my waiting was not in vain, but necessary.

Leadership: Can you transform the simple gaze into a form of reception so pure that the universe feels invited to reflect itself in you?

I noted in my journal the exact configuration of the stars, the angles, the apparent distances, the luminosities. But when I tried to translate into words what I had seen, I realized that human language is too poor for certain truths. What I had received that night could not be said, but only experienced. It was a Lumenglyph , a sign engraved in light that is inscribed directly in the soul without passing through the filter of the mind. Like a dream that you forget the moment you try to tell it, the message of the stars retained its power only in silence.

Can you still be the same after intense exposure to a truth that needs no demonstration?

Since then, every clear night, I have looked up at the sky with a different look. I no longer look for familiar constellations or bright planets. I look for configurations, alignments, hidden geometries that might contain a new message. Perhaps the sky speaks every night, but we are too busy with the noise of the day to listen. Perhaps timeless commands are continually written above our heads, waiting to be read by someone who has learned to be silent long enough. And, perhaps the sky does not bring new messages, but repeats them until the receiver stops looking for them anywhere but within himself.

Leadership: Is it possible to expand your visual perception in waking moments, to identify the subtle meanings hidden in the horizon of a vast perspective?

The sky is not a decoration, but an open book and the stars are the letters of a language that we forgot with the first word spoken. Therefore, darkness is not the obstacle, but the basic condition for being able to understand how a symbol truly illuminates. The unknown is the space in which the soul learns to see.

And so, the desert scribe wrote in his sand book:

"I learned during a night of vigil that the stars are not just celestial bodies, but syllables of a language prior to words. What I read in the alignment of the three constellations I cannot reveal, for revealing it would be a betrayal and a violation of the divine order. But, I know for certain that the universe is not silent it is just that its voice is so vast that we confuse it with silence. And the command I received that night was not for the mind, but for the soul: to continue, to be patient, to trust that the path opens for those who advance in faith without asking for proofs beyond those already written by God."

What message did I receive through the act of looking at the sky not as a map, but as a letter addressed only to me? That God is beside me, even when the whole world seems to have forgotten my existence.

True faith is expressed through the ability to read the signs that the universe constantly offers, converting the subtle clues of creation into a dialogue with the forces that orchestrate destiny.

Sidus Verbum is the symbol of that night when I understood that the sky speaks for those who forgot to ask for answers. The three aligned constellations showed me that revelation does not come through the feverish search for an external truth, but through patient waiting, through silence that becomes obedience. In that desert, under the stars that burned with a light that was millions of years old, I received a command from outside of time not in words, but in sacred geometry, not for the mind, but for that place in the soul where certainty no longer needs evidence to be fulfilled.

After all, the sky speaks to us every night, and the only question is whether we have enough faith to hear its message.