When I sat atop a huge rock in the Tibetan mountain range… By Singo Kjokin
When I sat on top of a huge rock in the Tibetan mountain range, the deaf rock kissed my feet three times, smiled three times, whispered three times, and whispered in my ear three times, and the last time it said, “You are in the care of the ancestors, the goddess of the holy mountains, the holy of holies, and the shamanic patron.
Then I met my great-grandfather and he also whispered in my ear…John Garang, Mahmoud Mohamed Taha, Jesus Christ, the Dajjal, the Pharaoh of Egypt, Mahira bint Abboud, Aisha Al-Fadadia, Al-Shamaniya, and my beloved whispered with longing and the spirits were wandering above us and inside our souls, offering us healing, tranquility, and reassurance. All of them are poor, not a rich man or a corrupt politician or a pious man who plays the symphony of paradise and makes a false promise of nymphs, wine and obscene nights, none of them are rich, but only the poor … Dostoevsky, Jacques Derrida, Paulo Coelho, George Orwell, Emperor Hellas, the Egyptian Hypatia, and Nawal El Saadawi.I looked at the rocks and heard voices speaking to me from all directions:
Above the rocks
Under the rocks
from the hollow of the rock.
The rock’s limbs, heart, fingertips and feet.
It was a nice feminist voice.
a very soft and gentle voice.
In the evening we visited the Kingdom of Spirits and I sat near the throne of Sultan Dorda Shahi and he introduced me to their sultans one by one, and just before sunset I relaxed in the sands of Wadi Hur, then they said a sad farewell to me and a gentle voice
Goodbye.
Farewell
Depositor
Goodbye and final farewell
Sengo Kjokin
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