The therapeutic power of writing is undeniable for lovers of words. In the beginning was Logos—the divine music that vibrates matter. Words create our reality, feed our emotions, and guide our imagination. When we use words unconsciously, we remain trapped in a myopic perception of life—a perception where external events push us along without our consent, where we feel we have no say in the direction of our path.
The ancient Aramaic incantation “Abra Katabra” means I create through speech. It is vital to speak consciously, to choose each word with care, so that it nourishes the musicality of our existence—so it vibrates and rises to another universe, one brighter and more magical. To help the ego escape the illusions of helplessness, inadequacy, old age, and death—and to ascend into a dimension of co-creation with the Divine.
Words carry incredible poetry. A unique music that composes the song of our lives. But do we know what song we are singing? Do we mourn the same mistakes, repeated again and again? Do we dwell in nightmares we cannot exorcise? Do we feed the pain of loneliness with thoughts that become feelings, and then words?
If so, we are living in a barren country, devoid of poetry—a stony land that will never bear the fruit we long for.
If we wish to bring poetry, fertility, and healing into our lives, we must welcome back the exiled artist within us. We must offer them space—a bright studio in the soul—to edit, paint, weave, sing, and dance. Not to impress others or gain approval, not to craft a polished image for the world or climb a social ladder. No!
The goal is to bring forth the wholeness of the soul. The magical ability we lost when we left childhood behind—forced to grow up in a hostile and predetermined world. A world where words became “orders,” “obligations,” and “musts.” A world where human beauty dissolves into the darkness of overwhelming ignorance.
But only by accepting this ignorance can we begin to move forward. Socrates said: “I know that I know nothing.” Why do we strain to elicit answers? Why do we try to explain why life has been unfair? Why do we grieve when we don’t get the answers we want—or grow angry when all we hear are lies?
This is the trap of incessant chatter with the outer
world, the noise that raises useless emotions and prevents us from hearing the real SOUND of LIFE—the POETIC SONG of our existence! The song woven with the myth and magic of our dreams.
The song that erodes the prison built by the jailer of Time—Chronos—to reveal the timeless light of a playful and luminous reality. A naive poeticism that is the essence of a beautiful, radiant, everyday elegance. It resembles a painting that balances contrasts, harmonizing night and day, the passing of seasons and time, leaving behind the nostalgic aura of lived experience.
This is the gateway through which the self-exiled artist repatriates. He reclaims his place. He enters like a juggler, n acrobat in a magic show, an elf from an oriental fairy tale playing with words. Sometimes to make us laugh, ometimes to make us cry. But the goal is always the same: To release us from our burdens. Because every word vibrates within our bodies like a cascade of hormones. Every word has color, music, taste, nd scent. Every word is unique, because it carries within it he seed of magic—when it is spoken by our inner magician, the eternally blossoming poet within. This artistic self is the bard, the philosopher, the healer, the priest. He inspires us, protects us, guides us through the magic of words, imagination, and dreams. He is the alchemist who transforms base metal into gold.
The trickster who, through scandals and mischief, challenges us to evolve—letting go of what is superfluous and dead. The playful god who inspires us to embark on a new, radiant journey, to craft a new narrative for ourselves through words.
AMBRA KATAMBRA!
Let us open the Gate!
Edited in English by Dimitra Fardi, EAL teacher.