I'm darkness, I gave birth to light.
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Deep down the tunnel, jabbir stood confused. His leg is heavy as stone. where am I and what in God's name am I doing here?
Lots of questions ran through his mind but there seemed to be no answer, except a jabbering thundering in his ears. "The gods were whispering", But it was unclear, more like a jeer, taunting him to dare walk towards the unseen danger.
Suddenly, a light appeared, illuminating the dark tunnel.
The light; the shape of a pentacle, glowing in its Majesty. This is an evil sign! jabbir thought.
The pentacle symbol has been around since Stone Age. It is amongst the few ancient symbols that are still highly popular today. Over time architecture and fashions had used the symbol whose meaning and interpretation varied significantly.
Some groups associate it with divinity whereas others believe that it represents evil spirits and dark forces.
An upward or downward-facing five-pentacle symbol has been revered by almost all ancient civilizations.
The Greeks, Egyptians, Chinese, Indians, Babylonians, and the Mayans.
It holds different layers of symbolism as some viewed it as a sign of love, life, light, enlightenment, and a source of divine knowledge.
Some sects in the past used it for protection against demons, evil spirits, and similar bad forces.
The five corners of the pentacle symbol are said to represent the five senses. The sense of light, sound, smell, taste, and touch.
The Pentagon was used by almost all the early and later religions.
The early Christians use the Pentagon at the center of the pentacle symbol to denote the five wounds sustained by Jesus during his crucifixion.
Taoism, Daoism, and the early Chinese philosophers use this symbol and believed the five points of the pentacle symbol stand for the five elements of the East: Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, and Metal.
The relationship between the pentacle symbol and evil forces accelerated all the more when the church of Satan; a religious organization dedicated to Satanism, adopted the inverted pentacle as their official symbol.
Every time jabbir sees someone wearing a pentagon, he gets excited and asks them if they're pagan, and most time, they always respond ' no I just love supernatural,' or ' I just thought it looked cool.' Of course, this response is reasonable enough to wear something, but he always advises people at the very least to know what the symbols they wear means.
The bohemian latest trend around jewelry with third eyes; Hamsas, lotus flowers, and eyes of Horus had always amazed him that people buy this for the style and the namaste aesthetic without knowing what it means nor has any spiritual connection to it.
like the triquetra-the three-sectioned Celtic knot represents the triple goddess; the maiden, the mother, and the crone, and was one of the ancient symbols of Odin.
The eye of Horus is an Egyptian symbol for the ancient Egyptian deity of the same name who was the god of the sky. It represents protection, royalty, and health and was prominently used by the Illuminati confirmed meme.
The hamsa; that popular hand-looking symbol on charm bracelets belonging to the Islamic and Jewish faiths, is usually used to ward off evil eyes and as a protection charm.
The lotus flowers are a Buddhist symbol for purity and a Hindu symbol for beauty and are also associated with spiritual awakening.
As an adult, the greatest gift is the choice to choose what to wear, but in order not to sound rude for those who do understand the meanings behind your wardrobe choice. know what you wear.
Jabbir a devoted Muslim has nothing to do with a pagan symbol. But tonight, stripped of all reasoning, he stood glaring at the pentacle glowing in the dark tunnel.
Suddenly a voice boomed:
I'm darkness, I gave birth to light
Come, behold my power and riches
Come, human child!
Jabbir screamed the phone rang. He woke with a startle, the phone rang again.
Dazed.
"Where am I?"
The phone rang for the third time, he picked up the receiver.
"Hello." A man's voice said.
"You must be in Asum rock in twenty minutes."
Jabbir sat upon his empty bed and tried to clear his mind. He squinted at his digital clock. it is 1:30 am.
"And I want to see you immediately." The voice continued.
A knowing groan escaped jabber's lips. This had happened before, one of the perils of working with the president.
"I have taken the liberty of sending you a chopper, it will be in your house soon."
Jabbir hung up and collapsed back in his king-size bed. He closed his eyes and tried to clear the emblazoned dream in his mind.
Reluctantly, he put on his robe and went downstairs. He wandered barefooted through his deserted duplex and nursed his ritual insomnia remedy - a mug of steaming chocolate drink- the full moon filtered through the bay windows and played on the designed rugs.
Jabbir sat on his cushion chair and savored the warmth of the chocolate, the bay window caught his reflection, the image was old, distorted, and pale, like a ghost, an aging ghost, he thought cruelly.
He had been reminded that his youthful spirit was living in a mortal shell.
Although not handsome in a classical sense, the forty years old jabbir had what his colleagues referred to as a sexy appeal.
With a wisp of grey In his thick dark hair and probing white eyes and a well-cropped eyebrow on well pointed matched nose with a well-curved mouth and well-arranged set of white teeth. He possessed arresting deep voices and the strong carefree smile of a collegiate athlete.
Jabbir sat alone, absently gazing into the darkness, the silence in his house was shattered again, this time by the approaching chopper. wearily he returned his empty mug to the kitchen and walked slowly to his cupboard. He scooped a shirt, pants, and a matched shoe.
Putting his dream aside as he tried to presume why he may be needed in such an old hour.
His dream can wait but the president won't.
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