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ددر سکوت اسرارآمیز صحراهای مصر، جایی که بادها اسرار باستانی را نجوا می‌کنند و هرم‌ها همچون شاهدان فراعنه بر آسمان می‌درخشند، چشم هوروس در انتظار بیداری خود است. در معابد مقدس، کشیشان دانش اجدادی را منتقل می‌کردند. چشم هوروس، نماد حکمت الهی، تنها به کسانی که حقیقت را در شادی حال می‌جویند آشکار می‌شود، تا تاریک‌ترین گوشه‌های حافظه را روشن کند. با نفوذ نور آن، شفا آغاز می‌شود و روح به حقیقت‌های بی‌زمان متصل می‌شود، هدایت‌شده توسط نور ابدی حکمت.

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Dans le silence mystique du désert égyptien, où les vents murmurent des secrets anciens, les pyramides se dressent comme témoins des pharaons. C'est là, dans l'ombre de ces monuments, que l'Œil d'Horus attend son éveil. Dans les temples sacrés, les prêtres transmettaient leur savoir ancestral. L'Œil, symbole de sagesse divine, se révèle à ceux qui cherchent la vérité dans la joie du présent, illuminant les recoins sombres de la mémoire. En pénétrant ces lieux cachés, la guérison commence, et l'âme se reconnecte aux vérités intemporelles, guidée par la lumière éternelle de la sagesse.



DREAM.*.txt

When Horus came of age and flame,
He bore no crown, he claimed no name.
But in his chest, a rhythm stirred —
A pulse of truth, too long unheard.

He crossed the sands, the sky went still,
He sought the throne by ancient will.
But Set stood tall with crooked grin:
“Let chaos speak, for I shall win.”

A council formed, the gods took seat —
Amon-Ra in judgment's heat.
But centuries weighed on every hand,
And none dared draw a final stand.

Ra sighed and said, in muted tone:
"This isn’t some U.N. vote-by-phone —
This is the fate of gods and time,
The law, the root, the cosmic rhyme."

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DreaMW29.txt

Then Set arose with lightning eyes,
And cast his lie before the skies:
"I’ve taken him — he bowed, he broke.
The one who kneels can’t wear the cloak.
And if I’ve claimed the youth’s desire,
The throne shall next become my pyre!"

But Horus smiled — a sideways glance,
His left eye held a lunar dance.
And Ra alone perceived the sign —
A scar reborn, a shape divine.

Then Horus spoke:
"You think I fell,
But I descended into shell.
My eye was torn in shadowed fight,
Its pieces lost in starless night.

But Thoth — the patient, hidden thread —
Restored the light from shards I bled.
My mother breathed the soul back in,
And wrapped the truth beneath my skin."

"You say you took what made me less —
But it was I who learned finesse.
For through your hunger, blind and proud,
I fed you silence — spiced and loud."

"You drank the food my hand prepared,
And in that bite, my will was snared.
And now you boast — how very quaint —
But chaos bore the mark of saint."

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DreamCATCHER.txt

The council stirred — a tide, a quake,
The pillars of the sky did shake.
Ra raised his hand and called to Thoth:
"Bring forth the seeds, reveal them both!"

The scribe obeyed with steady tread —
He summoned threads of what was said.
And from the swamp no light returned —
The chaos-seed had drowned and burned.

But from the god of hawk and flame,
A light arose — and called its name.
It shimmered bright within the foe —
“He entered him. The truth must grow.”

A hush, then voices, thunder, song —
For balance knew where it belonged.
Ma’at returned — not as before,
But wiser now, with open door.

Ra nodded slow:
"The path is clear.
Not who is loud, but who draws near.
Let truth be sung, and not imposed —
The one who holds the weight — is chosen."

Thus spoke the gods, thus weighed the air,
And Horus rose to claim the chair.
Not by the sword, nor primal might —
But by the seed of silent right.

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Paradox of the Subconscious

(Eros rescues Psyche in the corridor of enchanted mirrors)

In the corridor of mirrored spells,
Where memory bends and silence dwells,
Eros moves with breathless grace—
A flame of truth in fractured space.

Each wall reflects a tale half-told,
Of veils of stars and hearts grown cold,
Of sacred codes no hand can write,
Where love is cipher, clothed in light.

A whisper loops from wall to wall:
"The starry hijab shall softly fall
On those who preach what they forget—
That sacred shame has deeper debt."

Aphrodite, proud and bright,
Lost her path in shards of light.
She sought to break the hidden code,
But mirrors bent the path she strode.

Her envy bloomed, her wit grew thin,
As riddles echoed from within—
No answer fit, no key remained,
Just echo’s grief, forever chained.

And Psyche, with her soul so bare,
Found rescue in the myth carved there.
For love, when freed from pride and scheme,
Still walks through glass and wakes the dream.