Somniis Veris Memoria Occulta Aperit
Between what is seen and what is unseen there is a subtle thread, perceived only by those who hear the eternal echo of a great destiny written in the stars.
Night had fallen over the caravan like a dark velvet cloak, adorned with silver stars that seemed closer than ever. During the night's halt, an old falcon sat beside me, silent and solemn as a guardian of the secrets of the desert. It was not an ordinary occurrence, for these proud birds never descend so close to humans without a good reason. Even in the ancient tales of the Bedouins, falcons are not mere birds, but mensageiros sagrados who cross the barrier between our world and the unseen dimensions of time. Something in me told me that yes, I must listen with an open heart to what it had to convey.
And not only that. Something urged me to look directly into the eyes of this noble creature, something that resonated in my heart like an ancestral call. And then, as through a portal opened between the ages, I was absorbed in a vision of astonishing clarity. It was not a dream, but a living memory preserved in the archives of my soul, a kind of "Avilauiash Enagiainthium", a spontaneous revelation of a sacred memory that transcends time and space.
I saw myself standing on a high terrace of an ancient palace, with honey-colored stones, under a starry sky. With great dignity and pride, I wore royal robes woven with golden threads and forgotten symbols, and the same falcon recognized by its intense and penetrating gaze sat on my arm, like a confidant and a reliable ally. After all, the mutual recognition between me and this great being was proof that the soul is beyond time, and our meetings were written in the All-encompassing Consciousness.
The sense of familiarity was overwhelming, like an essential piece completing the picture of my fragmented existence. I had that inner certainty, rationally inexplicable, that the person in the vision was myself in another historical period perhaps a ruler, a sage, or a priest from distant times. Or rather, I was gripped by that state of perfect resonance between ancestral memory and current consciousness, when past and present merge in a single moment of revelation.
Leadership: How do you reconcile the need to share transformative experiences with the impossibility of translating them into words, so as not to betray the depth of your own feelings?
In a secret manuscript in the hidden library of an ancient Sufi shrine, there is a passage that resonates deeply with my experience: "I met a falcon in the desert, and when our eyes met, I understood that we were not two distinct beings, but two temporary manifestations of the same timeless essence."
Therefore, the falcon had not come to meet me it had come to reunite with itself. This is exactly what I experienced that night not a chance encounter, but a predestined reunion between two forms of the same spiritual energy that transcends physical form.
To betray the depth of one's own feelings means to bury the light of revelation under the weight of the banal, to break the subtle thread between the soul and the mystery that touched it.
As I delved deeper into this experience, I realized that the falcon represented a connection to an ancient spiritual tradition in which kings and rulers were considered embodiments of the divine on earth, intermediarios sagrados entre los humanos y las fuerzas cósmicas. Therefore, the falcon was a symbol of high perspective and freedom, it was their sacred totem. Of course, my vision was not just an image, but an activation of memory transmitted through the spiritual genetic code, an awakening of latent royal wisdom. It was as if the ancient palace represented the inner temple of my soul, and the royal robes symbolized the intrinsic dignity of the spirit that transcends time and space.
Perhaps we all carry fragments of past lives deep within us, waiting for the right moment and context to surface. Yet this encounter with the falcon was a catalyst for me, a key that unlocked a door between worlds. And when I came back to the present, when the vision faded like a waking dream, the falcon was gone, as if its mission had been accomplished. But it had not gone without a traceno, not at all. In the fine sand, gleaming in the pale moonlight, lay a feather of impossibly golden color, centuries old, timeless, and yet perfectly tangible.
Leadership: Can you lucidly support a vivid visual reconstruction, when you become the sole witness to a subtle truth that reconfigures your entire inner harmony?
I lifted the feather in awe, feeling it incredibly light in my hand, almost immaterial. It had a special glow, as if it were made of condensed light, not matter. This feather had become a Synestherion, a bridging object between dimensions, activating all the senses simultaneously and creating a connection between ancestral memory and the present. Its touch seemed to transmit to me fragments of the wisdom of those distant times, like a storage device of a spiritually advanced civilization. Then, I carefully placed it in the pocket of my tunic, right by my chest.
Visions remind us of who we were and who we can be.
The rest of the caravan was fast asleepno one had witnessed this transformative encounter. But it was for the best. Some experiences cannot be shared in words, they must be lived directly. The sacred manifests itself in the most unexpected forms. It was then that I understood that this feather was not only a testament to my vision, but also a responsibility. To receive such a gift meant becoming the keeper of an ancient spiritual tradition, of knowledge that transcended the boundaries of written history. How many before me had received this sign? How many would receive it after me?
Every dream woven from the silences of the desert hides a noble calling. Suddenly, this golden feather had become my connecting thread with an invisible brotherhood of those who have kept the flame of royal wisdom alive throughout the millennia. However, I felt an immeasurable humility in learning the lesson of patience, of one who does not receive everything for free and immediately, although I was convinced that fate should have shown itself more quickly in my case. But I knew: the desert has a special way of announcing revelations, through deep silences and cryptic signs. The conclusion is this: fate does not offer hasty answers, but waits for you to become ready for its profound truth.
Leadership is the sacred message that manifests itself in the most unexpected forms, reflecting a noble calling deeply inscribed in the destiny of those who see further than the eye can reach.
Somniis Veris Memoria Occulta Aperit is the expression of that mysterious awakening of ancestral memory and teaches us that, beyond our fleeting identities, there is a permanent royal essence that is reactivated in moments of deep connection with symbols of authentic spiritual power.
The falcon and its golden feather are not just elements of an extraordinary event, but keys to recognizing our own hidden imperial nature. Within each of us there is an inner palace, a sovereign dignity that only awaits the penetrating gaze of a sacred messenger to awaken to life.
And when this recognition occurs, we are no longer simple travelers through the desert, but conscious bearers of a spiritual heritage that connects all times into a single eternal reality.
