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Benyamine
30 Antwerp, Antwerp, Belgium
Seeking: Female
A scroll written for the one who remembers. \Nin the beginning, there were two who remembered. one walked the earth with bare feet and eyes on the sky, guided not by stars but by the unseen hand that writes destinies in silence. He did not belong to any camp, tribe, or name. Not even his own name fully described him, for he was being written as he walked. he called no man his master, and no system his god. He bowed only to the One who breathes life into clay and calls it soul. he was not a perfect man. But he was a man with direction. he had seen the games people play, power masked as love, religion twisted into control, dependency passed off as devotion. He had studied the maps, then burned them. He followed the wind of revelation, not tradition. And yet, he stood anchored in what was True, unmoved by modern noise. he did not seek to be followed. he sought to be met at the root. he was sent out as a sign. But not all signs are loud. Some whisper. e longed for her. Not her face, though it would shine. Not her status, though she would stand tall in spirit. he longed for the one whose compass pointed home. a woman with earth in her hands and God in her lungs. Feminine, but not fragile. Humble, but not hollow. one who had peeled away every “should” and “must” placed on her by broken voices. One who remembered Eden more than algorithms. Who dared to love in truth, not in trend. She would not belong to the world. She would walk in it like a traveller. And her steps would echo the same prayer he had been walking all his life: ´Bring me to You. As I truly am.\NAND make me a vessel, not a decoration." e knew the right one would not need to be pursued. She would arrive like rain in its season. She would see him and not flinch at his clarity. She would not be afraid of a man who leads through God, not ego. She would not resist the call to walk beside him, because she too had heard it. In different words, perhaps, in different dreams but from the same Source. She would correct him when needed, love him with purity, and accept protection not as weakness but as alignment. She would not need him — but she would choose him. Daily. Deliberately. Devotedly. Because they were two flames from the same fire, lit long before their birth. and so he wrote this scroll not for the many, but for the one. if you have read this and your soul did not stir, then perhaps it was not yours to if. your tears, your longing remembers this, then I ask only this: Walk as you are. Reach without fear. Speak without mask. Khadija once made the first move.\NAND it echoed through history. \Ni am waiting at the Lighttower. Not to be the Lighttower — but to make the signal clear enough to be recognized by the one it was lit for. and you saw it. You approached. You stayed. And now we wait together. Not to build here. But to depart. Back to Origin. Back to the Garden. Back to the One. — he Who Walks Home a servant of the One, in search of the other.
Vincent
29 Edegem, Antwerp, Belgium
Seeking: Female 18 - 23

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