Listening to hector..The cat writer !

O Night of all times! O Knight and Fairy of Peace and Silence ! Free O beautiful saint, this jailer who watches you without sparkling, close his eyes of misery a little, for a single moment of rest !

Take him to the depths of your marvelous serenity, embark him in one of your chariots, like a prince, the time of a twinkle of one of your stars, a single dream of your starry escorts, will be enough to heal him the wrinkles of a lifetime and to find his salvation and his homeland, and spare me for a moment his lashes in the void, to try to vainly distance myself from his solitude !

 

Welcome to emotions !

 

Mom I'm leaving ...!

Mom

I'm leaving….

No mom, don’t talk…!

Don't speak any more, you have said enough all your life, you have said everything and you have done everything, rest in peace, now that you have escaped from your bed towards the sky, in those residences where you will once again become the child you always were.

Mom, I know, there is no heaven on earth sweeter, more tender and more angelic than your hands wiping my tears and combing my childhood hair.

Mom, my child, my baby, my bird you have flown away!
Yes mom I know, you gave me everything, all your strength and courage against my fears and my distress.

You explained everything to me and taught me everything, even though you never went to school.

Everything you told us was true and everything happened as you planned, you were never wrong, the world should learn from you mom!

You have never traveled and yet, you have known all the countries, and the stories that you have told us, despite the fairies and the magic wands, everything that you have made us imagine is very real.

I'm leaving, Mom, I'm leaving this necropolis, because I know you won't stay long in a tomb. you are elsewhere in such a beautiful world, this world that we spoke about like a poem; where there are the angels and the prophets, you have now regained all your strength and your absolute lucidity, you will no longer suffer, you will no longer be alone, you will no longer be afraid for us, my brothers and me, you will no longer spend sleepless nights waiting for us to return home, nor those long days where you waited for our phone calls when we were far away or traveling.

You were right mom, when I went on a trip, and you accompanied me to the door with my suitcases in hand, you always told me insistently; leave, I'll see you again...!

We will see each other again mom for the final and eternal meeting, it will only be a tiny moment in the immensity of eternity and we will be reunited again.

But I will see you again long before mom, in my dreams and on several occasions I assure you, remember when my father left long before you, I told you about my meetings with him, what he told me and revealed to me in my dreams.

Life is no longer the same you know, since you left everything has changed, nothing has the same taste anymore, the looks around me have changed, even those closest to me are moving away day by day and I don't recognize them more.

You were the center of our family universe, we knew it when you were there, and we did everything not to upset you, you were so sensitive to our fears and our desires, everyone focused on making you happy and spare you your worries.

You were a refuge for us all, and an ideal of sacrifice.
You were our star mom, and you have become even better today, and apart from your departure forever you have become even more present for me and closer than ever, you now occupy my thoughts and all my spaces, apart from the pain of your illness and your last sufferings, one thing will remain forever, and it is this total relief and this physical and corporal rest that you suddenly felt one day before giving up the soul, when you announced to us that you were completely cured and that you will no longer need medication, and by insisting on my sister not to go to the pharmacy anymore, because you no longer felt any pain.

You had slept rested like a child that night, before waking up in the morning of that fateful next day, and before even finishing your breakfast, your gestures became heavier and your breathing slowed down, closing your eyes as if to go back to sleep, letting your head sag and your body lie limp and inert in your bed; you were already far away and gone forever, as if in a hurry not to let go of this serenity that you had felt the day before and which had freed you from all your troubles.

Calm and serene, you left us that morning and you left this world for an undoubtedly better place.

Letting the enormous void collapse upon us with your sudden absence and our lives soon seemed insignificant.

All your life you were this open air that everyone breathed without really seeing it, and here we are today each on the verge of suffocation by the lack of this sky and this ocean of air which carried us and rocked us wherever the we were going.

Mom, I know that you hear me and listen to my words, and at times I feel your soul often flying around me like a butterfly or an invisible bird.

And I know that between this world where we are still now and where you find yourself on the other side, there is only a veil so fine and so delicate .....

To be continued… !

Honor of Love...Imilchil

Ceremonies of love, collective weddings, melodious and romantic poems, chants of courage and Amazigh hospitality, dances and music on the carpets in these confines of the White Mountains and snow-capped peaks !

That is the atmosphere every year in these unusual places at the edge of the lakes, and which the American anthropologist and ethnologist David M. Hard spoke about, more than forty years ago, at the home of this mountain population of the High Atlas of 2,300 meters of altitude, describing the ceremonies of group marriages and the perennial immensity of the tradition of collective engagements and unparalleled in the whole of North Africa.

And despite the austerity and harshness of the winters, jubilation each time fills Imilchil and its neighborhoods during this festive autumn break, where the senses, emotions and unions are amplified, intertwining with the air pure and fresh from the mountains.

And at the end of each summer, the enchanted valley and its engagement rituals are rocked in an artistic festival called “music of the peaks”, which reinvents like a season between seasons, the life of this small centuries-old village.

Those group engagements convey a tradition of several centuries, where marriage was venerated and honored, far from the sacred prostitution of the time of the Carthaginians and Phoenicians.

A village that is certainly isolated and very poor, living off livestock farming and very little agriculture, but proudly displaying and perpetrating its authentic local customs passed down from generation to generation.

The entire legendary history of this picturesque village in Morocco revolves around love at first sight and the connection between two village lovers and the famous lake 'Isli'.

Saga which has made this town of Imilchil an emblematic and captivating place with its magnificent and unusual natural sites, as well as its flourishing cultural traditions.

And it is the strength of the romantic and crazy legend of the two enthusiasts which has conveyed this tale of love which has crossed the ages and generations.

The two young lovers, Isli and Tislit, lived in this remote town and had fallen in love with each other to such an extent that they could not separate or imagine one day moving away from each other.

But in those times buried in the past, there were quarrels that broke out between their respective tribes, and adversities between their two respective families were born.

Determined never to separate no matter what, Isli and Tislit decided to flee their homes and live together further away.

And it is near the large lake of water 'Isli' that they promised to meet again and hope to start their fresh new life together, outside the constraints and adversities of their families and their tribes.

But the disappearance of the two teenage lovers could not go unnoticed by the inhabitants of the village as well as the families and parents.

And so teams of men took it upon themselves to go looking for them, crossing the neighboring plains, valleys and forests to find them and bring them back to the village.

The days passed and the research progressed following the reports of the shepherds and witnesses who had seen them in different places in nature, so that one morning a group of men from the village were informed that the two lovebirds had settled near the large lake, and that they were seen taking up residence among the trees right at the water's edge.

The clique of researchers then rushed towards the forest which extended the edges of the lake, and after a few rounds around the bushes and trees they began to hear sniggering, and as they approached the side from which the voices came, they fell on the couple in full loving embrace, intertwined between caresses and passionate looks of desire and tenderness, and suddenly frightened and interrupted in their intimate ritual by strangers, isli and Tislit took each other's hands and jumped like bewildered rabbits under the cries of their watchers at their backs, and found no way out of their flight except to face the expanse of the lake in front of them.

Surprised and in complete fear, they threw themselves with all their strength into the icy waves of the lake to escape their tormentors who were pursuing them, they huddled together and embraced each other, frightened and trembling with cold and horror , the young couple began to clap their hands for a few moments, their eyes fixed on the pursuers, then looked into each other's eyes and spoke a few words to each other, then embraced again and to the surprise of the watchers, they both rushed towards a single stroke into the depths of the waters, in an act of ultimate despair but of devotion and eternal attachment, choosing to die together rather than live apart.

Their bodies disappeared in a few minutes and the waters of the lake returned to calm, silence then fell on the edge and on the forest, on the mountains and the valleys, and on the entire village which received the painful news.

To be continued...

Where did the Boeing 777 plane go?

There are some realities that defy logic and often surpass fiction!

March 8, 2024 is approaching, and the enigma of the plane vanished with its 370 passengers missing and without any trace will now be ten years to the day, to be one of the greatest mysteries of civil aviation of our current century .

And for the families of the victims, these are ten years of mourning and unbearable affliction.

That a Boeing 777 plane, which is one of the safest planes in the world, could disappear without a trace and without ever finding either the bodies of the passengers or any debris from the aircraft, remains a challenge and a never-solved enigma. despite all the technological, security and satellite advances.

What could be so dangerous and so valuable in this matter that such a plane would have to disappear and not be heard from again?

This is what we are going to discover together dear friends in this article.

Fasten your seat belts and let’s go on an adventure!

The affair of flight MH370 intrigued the entire planet; governments, official institutions, airlines, media as well as tens of thousands of detectives, journalists and amateurs who have looked into this very doubtful and intriguing disappearance.

However, no one could have any certainty about what really happened that night.

All probable and imaginary avenues were mentioned in official reports and in the investigations of specialized journalists without leading to a credible or verifiable thesis on this crash.

It was March 8, 2014, when flight MH 370 was flying over the Indian Ocean before suddenly disappearing from radar without a trace and the truth being lost forever.

The Malaysia Airlines Boeing 777 took off on March 8, 2014 at 12:41 a.m. local time from Kuala Lumpur airport in Malaysia bound for Beijing airport in China, with 227 passengers on board in addition to the 12 members of its crew.

Its landing in China was scheduled for 6:30 a.m. local time. No reports of climatic or meteorological disturbances were then on the menu.

And upon reaching 35,000 feet (10,700 m) altitude at 1:19 a.m., the plane left Malaysian airspace to begin its entry into Vietnamese airspace, just above the Gulf of Thailand.

The last radar contact with the plane was recorded 40 minutes after takeoff at 1:21 a.m. sharp, and a minute later, all connection with the aircraft's transponder was cut from then until today.

And at 1:30 a.m., in an attempt to reconnect with the plane, Vietnamese air traffic control asked a plane flying in the area to try voice contact with the Boeing, but in vain and without any response.

A military radar also followed the Boeing's tracks for an hour crossing the Malaysian Peninsula and the Andaman Sea, until reaching the limit of its range 370 kilometers northwest of the island of Penang.

The aircraft's automated communications (ACARS) continued to communicate via satellite for seven hours. Analysis of this data by the British company Inmarsat indicates that the plane continued its route to the southern Indian Ocean.

ACARS for Aircraft Communication Addressing and Reporting System, and which is nevertheless a radio communication and monitoring system used by civil aviation and which allows automatic control of the state of the aircraft in flight, and transmits to the center of maintenance of the airline that owns the plane, all operational and logistical communications, but also its condition, possible breakdowns and the probable interventions to be carried out even before the plane lands.

International experts have described this research as the most expensive in the history of aviation.

Research which initially focused on the South China Sea and the Andaman Sea, before shifting focus to the southern Indian Ocean on the basis of data analyzed by Inmarsat, which led the research to focus off the coast of Australia for three years, over a maritime area of 120,000 km2, without any results.

During all these years of research, numerous marine debris washed up here and there in the Western Indian Ocean have been identified as coming from the plane.

But after the official search stopped in January 2017, nothing seemed decisive, neither the debris nor the fate of the plane, and it was the turn of a private campaign started in January 2018 by the company Ocean Infinity which also failed. after six months of investigations.

As the research and investigations progressed, several hypotheses and scenarios of the disaster were put forward; including those of the hijacking or even the crew being affected by an attack of hypoxia (which is a reduction in the oxygen level in the blood) followed by asphyxiation and loss of consciousness; hypothesis announced by the Australian authorities who declared that the plane had gone into autopilot and abruptly changed course an hour after takeoff, ceasing all communication with the air traffic controllers, otherwise it would not have traced the very trajectory. regular pattern identified by satellite data.

And probably according to Australian Deputy Prime Minister Warren Truss, the plane continued its trajectory on autopilot following a depressurization of the crew, until it ran out of fuel and crashes in the Indian Ocean and turns into a ghost plane.

The absence of definitive explanations and the lack of official information after the tragic disappearance have reignited criticism from Chinese public opinion and in particular from relatives of the passengers, the majority of whom were Chinese nationals.

Only the recommendations and safety regulations of the air transport companies continued to mention Flight 370 with the aim of avoiding the repetition of such misfortune and the circumstances which led to the tragedy, by planning to innovate in particular in a lasting longer life of batteries for underwater location beacons, or even the extension of the duration of flight recorders, and above all the establishment of new standards concerning the position control of aircraft flying over the oceans.

A UFO landed on the roof of my house !

The first meeting……!

That night ; after dinner ; I wasn't sleepy and I told myself that I needed to strain my brain a little to be able to relax and then fall asleep; I then began to read a few paragraphs of a book at random; when suddenly I heard like a sound of wind on the roof then like a vibrator that was quite silent but which had the impression of a gigantic vibrator which resonated more and more on the roof of the whole house.

I waited, listening carefully for the mysterious noise to stop. And after a brief silence I heard a soft voice, neither male nor female, in my head telling me a text message: we are here!

Am I dreaming or is this a hallucination.

I waited a moment and got up to look around the living room and turned on the bedroom lights one after the other as if to make the rounds.

Everything was calm and serene though.

And as soon as I returned to my room; I heard the strange voice still in my head telling me again this time; go up; we are on the terrace…so there I became certain that something serious was happening…

I took my courage in both hands and especially on both feet and I took the stairs to the terrace to confirm what I had just heard.

I opened the door to the terrace and as soon as I crossed the threshold I saw the biggest surprise of my life.

And I was frozen in place, letting my gaze wander towards a strange object and a huge machine that was emitting mysterious lights in the darkness of the night. It was as if time had stood still, and I was unable to look away from this unreal scene.

Suddenly, a door of the craft opened suddenly, and an alien creature came out.

His appearance was both fascinating and frightening. A being, a real humanoid, stood a few steps from me.

He had silver skin and piercing eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. His voice resonated in my head with an indescribable power that made my heart beat faster.

“You humans are bothering us too much,” he yelled without introduction and in a melodious but angry voice.

“You exploited our universe, destroyed our ecosystems, and now you want to discover us.” he told me again.

I was stunned by his words and I trembled with fear and dread and I felt my legs giving way and not being able to carry me any longer.

Questions raced through my head. is this a dream or an imagination? but I felt the evening breeze blowing on the terrace brush my arms and my goosebumps face; I knew then that I was not dreaming and that it was serious and that I was in great danger.

But who is this creature? What did  she mean by “you want to discover us”? And above all, how could I respond to him?

And what could I tell him….

I gathered my courage and tried to calm the situation by responding to him kindly and politely; “Sir please if you are as real as I see you and hear you I don’t understand. I am just a simple inhabitant of this city and thisplanet. And what do you mean, ‘we want to discover you’?”

The creature emitted a strange, mocking and sarcastic laugh. “You think we don’t observe your activities? We have peered into your world for centuries, but we have always managed to remain in the shadows. Until now. Your insatiable thirst for power and your limitless exploitation have crossed the borders of your planet. You have become a threat to the entire universe.”

I suddenly realized that this was not just a chance encounter. The arrival and meeting of this UFO and this humanoid was a great event and above all a serious warning, a cry of distress from extraterrestrial civilizations oppressed by the actions of humanity.

“I understand now,” I whispered, still calmly. “You’re right, we need to change. We must take care of our planet and respect the other forms of life that exist in the universe.

The creature looked at me carefully, assessing my sincerity. “It may be too late for you. But you have the opportunity to inspire change in others. Show them the way, before it’s too late.” he retorted.

With these words, the creature quickly returned to the luminous saucer, then rose silently but quickly into the sky, leaving behind him and in me a feeling of excitement, mystery, urgency and responsibility.

What can I do to inspire the change that this creature spoke of, how it will affect the destiny of humanity and the universe and especially the consciousness of men.

Once the humanoid and his UFO have been eclipsed; I approached the place where the machine had landed; and to my amazement I saw a small shiny metal box; my God what could it contain and why had the humanoid left it there. Intrigued by the shiny metal box, and I approached slowly.

The surface of the box was smooth and cool to the touch. Intricate designs were engraved on it, giving a feeling of antiquity and mystery. I couldn't help but wonder why the humanoid had left it there, and above all, what it could possibly contain.

Seized with intense curiosity, I decided to open the box, which I found had a complex mechanism, but after a few tries and using all the delicate tools in my workshop, I managed to unlock it.

And unexpectedly the lid slowly opened, revealing a burst of dazzling light.

Inside appeared a crystal in the shape of a tennis ball but of exceptional shining and transparent beauty. It emitted a soft, changing glow and took on beautiful colors, evoking a feeling of power, beauty and energy. I felt that this crystal was not ordinary and that it contained ancient and powerful knowledge and unusual energy.

The moment I laid eyes on the crystal, I heard a voice echoing in my head, a strangely familiar voice; It was that of the humanoid who had spoken to me before and who sounded once again in my ears as if he was spying on my every move even though he was already far away in the sky: “This crystal contains the wisdom of the ancients ”, said the voice. “It is intended for those who have the will and the courage to understand and preserve the harmony of the universe.”

I suddenly realized that this was not just a chance encounter. The arrival and meeting of this UFO and this humanoid was a great event and above all a serious warning, a cry of distress from extraterrestrial civilizations oppressed by the actions of humanity.

“I understand now,” I whispered, still calmly. “You’re right, we need to change. We must take care of our planet and respect the other forms of life that exist in the universe.

The creature looked at me carefully, assessing my sincerity. “It may be too late for you. But you have the opportunity to inspire change in others. Show them the way, before it’s too late.” he retorted.

With these words, the creature quickly returned to the luminous saucer, then rose silently but quickly into the sky, leaving behind him and in me a feeling of excitement, mystery, urgency and responsibility.

What can I do to inspire the change that this creature spoke of, how it will affect the destiny of humanity and the universe and especially the consciousness of men.

Once the humanoid and his UFO have been eclipsed; I approached the place where the machine had landed; and to my amazement I saw a small shiny metal box; my God what could it contain and why had the humanoid left it there. Intrigued by the shiny metal box, and I approached slowly.

The surface of the box was smooth and cool to the touch. Intricate designs were engraved on it, giving a feeling of antiquity and mystery. I couldn't help but wonder why the humanoid had left it there, and above all, what it could possibly contain.

Seized with intense curiosity, I decided to open the box, which I found had a complex mechanism, but after a few tries and using all the delicate tools in my workshop, I managed to unlock it.

And unexpectedly the lid slowly opened, revealing a burst of dazzling light.

Inside appeared a crystal in the shape of a tennis ball but of exceptional shining and transparent beauty. It emitted a soft, changing glow and took on beautiful colors, evoking a feeling of power, beauty and energy. I felt that this crystal was not ordinary and that it contained ancient and powerful knowledge and unusual energy.

I was both fascinated and disconcerted by this revelation. What role should I play in all this?

What was the significance of this crystal and how could I preserve the harmony of the universe?

I went back to bed with the crystal in the little box but I couldn't get back to sleep all night.

Loads of questions were mixed up in my head, interspersed from time to time by the mysterious voice of this extraterrestrial guest who suddenly infiltrated my life.

I no longer remembered when or how I fell asleep, but in the morning when I woke up I found myself lying on the bed with the box in my hands and on my chest.

And I realized that in my sleep I had seen dreams that were as intriguing as they were unusual but inexplicable and the meaning of which I tried all day to decipher but in vain.

Guided then by my instinct and a thirst for truth, I decided to take the crystal with me. I knew this discovery would change my life forever and I was determined to understand its meaning and power and use that knowledge to inspire the change the humanoid had told me about.

The path that opened before me was surely strewn with obstacles and challenges. I would have to learn to harness the power of the crystal, but also reveal to the world the secrets of the universe and the consequences of our actions as humanity.

Thus began my journey, a journey where science fiction and reality collided, where I had to face my fears, discover hidden truths and find unexpected allies.

I knew this quest was going to be difficult, but I felt invested with a primordial mission: to safeguard the harmony of the universe and redefine our place as a human species.

What powers and revelations might the crystal contain, and what obstacles and adventures should I face to preserve it?

I was then between two fires; reveal to others what I have found and the meaning of the message received; or keep silent in secret about this incredible story that no one would believe; or tell them the whole story even if it means thinking I'm crazy

I found myself faced with a delicate dilemma. On the one hand, this extraordinary knowledge and the duty to share the truth with others to inspire the change that the humanoid had spoken of.

On the other hand, I was aware that this story seemed implausible and risked being misinterpreted, making me appear unbalanced.

After careful consideration, I decided it was important to share my story, regardless of how others might react.

I believed in the power of truth and in the ability of people to understand and act on it.

I then began to gather a small group of people I trusted, including close friends and experts I knew in various fields such as science, philosophy and history as well as activists in the field of ecology.

I told them everything that had happened, sharing the details of the arrival of the UFO and this unexpected being, the box and the crystal, as well as the message transmitted by the humanoid.

At first there were skeptical looks and incredulous questions. Some doubted the veracity of the story and thought I might have been deluded.

However, I remained calm and resolute, sharing my deep conviction about the importance of this discovery and the urgency to act.

As I expounded on the evidence, knowledge, and teachings of the crystal, a glimmer of hope began to light up the eyes of my listeners. They began to understand the magnitude of the problems humanity faced and the need to change our behavior to preserve the harmony of the universe.

Soon, the trusted group I gathered with friends and neighbors grew. Associations, scientists, scholars, opinion leaders and even government representatives began to join our cause.

Evidence was accumulating, thoughts were multiplying and concrete actions were being considered to bring about positive changes or at least get to the bottom of the whole truth of this matter.

Of course, there were still skeptical voices and critics. Some still refused to believe in this fantastic story. But I trusted in the power of truth and in the perseverance of those who had embraced this quest.

Thus, guided by the wisdom of crystal and supported by a determined team, I embarked on a bold mission to raise awareness, inspire change and redefine the destiny of humanity.

Little by little, their story became a legend, a symbol of hope and a reminder that even the most incredible stories can contain profound truths.

And as nothing is hidden; Barely 3 days have passed, my phone keeps ringing from various journalists and TV channels who went to film my house and give reports while I was at work and they found no one at home. interview at home.

I was caught off guard by the sudden media attention. Journalists and television stations seized on the story with enthusiasm, broadcasting reports on the UFO, the box and the crystal, and speculating about the implications of these discoveries.

I felt invaded by this intrusion into my private life. I realized that sharing my story had consequences far beyond what I had imagined. I did not expect the media to rush so quickly to cover this extraordinary story.

In an emergency, I made the decision to take the lead and speak out publicly. A press conference was then organized to explain my position, clarify the facts and warn against sensationalist speculation.

I insisted that my intention was not to draw attention to myself, but rather to share a truth that should be taken seriously.

At the press conference, I told the audience: “I understand your interest in this fascinating story, but please respect my privacy and not extrapolate or distort the facts. This discovery is an opportunity for all of us to reflect on our place in the universe and our responsibility towards our planet and all other forms of life.”

I answered journalists' questions calmly and transparently, demonstrating a thorough knowledge of the findings and their significance. I also stressed that priority should be given to understanding and action, rather than the search for sensationalism and notoriety.

Although some media outlets continued to exploit the story for sensationalist purposes, others focused on the profound and revealing aspect of the main character's quest.

Serious debates and discussions emerged, attracting the attention of researchers, philosophers and even policy makers.

Despite the difficulties and media intrusions, I remained determined to promote the true significance of this discovery. I used this media platform to encourage constructive dialogue about preserving the harmony of the universe, responsible exploration, and the importance of balancing technological progress and respect for nature.

As the story spread, people began to question their relationship to the environment, technology, and their place in the universe. Movements of awareness and action were formed, encouraging individuals and communities to adopt positive changes to preserve the planet and promote harmonious coexistence with other forms of life.

Despite the media challenges, I found growing support in this quest. People inspired by my story came to meet me, ready to help spread the message and participate in concrete actions for a better future.

Thus, the story evolves into a broader public debate, with societal and environmental implications. The public continued to elaborate on the media's reactions, the actions of scientists, and the overall impact of this extraordinary revelation.

But apart from what the little box contained; one thing kept intriguing me; it is that of the writings engraved on its cover and which did not resemble any calligraphy known until now; what a specialist calligrapher noticed when he saw one of our reports on TV and recognized the mysterious writing.

Intrigued by the mysterious inscriptions on the lid of the box, I was encouraged to meet the specialist calligrapher who recognized the writing as being of unknown and unique origin.

Immediately after watching the report on television, the specialist calligrapher contacted me, wanting to examine the inscriptions more closely. And fascinated by this enigma, we decided to collaborate to try to unravel the secret of this writing.

The calligrapher spent hours studying the patterns, shapes and symbols of the inscriptions. He carried out extensive research in various disciplines, ranging from linguistics to ancient history, symbolism and mythology.

His expertise and passion for ancient languages allowed him to make connections and find similarities with certain ancient writing systems, but without ever achieving an exact match.

The mystery of the unique writing then became a subject of fascination for many researchers and linguists who joined the collective effort to try to decipher its meaning.

Academic institutions and research laboratories were mobilized, providing a platform for exchange and collaboration.

Despite the progress made, fully deciphering the writing remained a challenge. The inscriptions appeared to combine elements of several languages and writing systems, creating a complex and unique language.

Each avenue explored raised new questions and broadened the mystery surrounding this enigmatic writing.

However, even without achieving absolute understanding, researchers made some fascinating discoveries. They identified symbols representing concepts related to nature, harmony, knowledge and unity. Some have suggested that this writing may be the language of an extraterrestrial civilization or an ancient advanced civilization.

The recognition of this mysterious writing in the media and academic circles also aroused the interest of the general public. Enthusiasts, puzzle enthusiasts and science fiction enthusiasts joined the quest, offering theories and speculations about the origin and meaning of these inscriptions.

Ultimately, although the complete decipherment of the writing remained an outstanding challenge, the discovery of this unique writing sparked a collective awareness of the existence of unexplored knowledge and cultures in the universe. This recognition opened new perspectives on the interconnection of worlds, the diversity of forms of life and the immensity of knowledge to be discovered.

The quest to understand this unique writing became a source of inspiration for writers, artists and researchers.

Works of science fiction, novels and documentaries were created, exploring the mysteries of this writing and imagining the stories that might be contained inside the box set.

While still fascinated by the mystery of writing, I realized that the important thing was not only to unravel its meaning, but also to appreciate the unknown, to explore the limits of human knowledge and to embrace the infinite possibilities offered by the universe.

Thus, the story continues to evolve around the search for the origin and meaning of this mysterious writing, while exploring the consequences of its discovery on society, science and the perception of the universe.

And the intrigue of the strange writing grew and took on an unprecedented scale on global channels and on social networks; until the day when a dozen scientists announced the verdict on the meaning and meaning of his message.

The long-awaited day arrived when scientists specializing in ancient languages and writing systems made the first announcement regarding the significance and meaning of the mysterious writing. A conference was organized, broadcast live and attracted the attention of millions of people.

The scientists presented their findings and conclusions based on months of intensive research. They revealed that the writing contained a deep and universal message, transcending terrestrial borders and language barriers.

The message was translated simultaneously into several languages to allow everyone to understand it. He said: “We are the Guardians of Knowledge and Harmony. We have observed your world and noted how far you have strayed from these essential values. We urge you to restore balance, protect your planet, and embrace universal wisdom for human happiness and balance of life.”

This announcement caused unprecedented excitement across the world. Reactions were varied, ranging from disbelief to fascination. Fiery debates on social networks and in intellectual circles broke out, with everyone interpreting the message in their own way.

Some saw the message as a divine revelation, others as intergalactic communication, while some saw it as a warning about the consequences of our actions on the planet.

And I, who was at the center of this whole story, found myself once again in the middle of unprecedented media attention. Journalists, researchers and curious onlookers flocked to obtain interviews, analyzes and comments on this extraordinary revelation.

Faced with this situation, I decided to take a step back. I took the time to reflect on the impact of this discovery on my own life and on the world around me. I realized that the true meaning of this scripture far exceeded my individual understanding and required collective reflection.

I chose to share my thoughts through a book, thus offering a personal perspective on this extraordinary adventure and inviting readers to meditate on the lessons that mysterious writing could bring to humanity.

This is how I started writing this book of which this article is an introduction.

And I know this book will become a bestseller, touching the hearts and minds of many people around the world. It will inspire profound discussions, movements for environmental preservation and actions aimed at restoring harmony and universal wisdom.

Eventually, the mysterious writing and its message became a symbol of reflection, transformation and the search for a better future for humanity.

This during a sentence could not be completely deciphered and which said at the bottom of the writing: that whoever succeeds in deciphering this message will be entitled to an extraterrestrial reward which is to be our….ellipsis a word which cannot still to be explained by scientists

The announcement of the incompletely deciphered sentence added an additional dimension to the mystery surrounding the writing and aroused even more intense excitement among researchers and the general public. The prospect of a mysterious extraterrestrial reward captured the imagination of all who were fascinated by the story.

Teams of researchers redoubled their efforts to try to decipher the missing word. Theories and speculations abounded, ranging from the most fanciful and far-fetched propositions to the most scientifically based hypotheses.

The news and social networks further seized on the news, launching deciphering competitions and encouraging people to come up with their own interpretations. Everyone hoped to be the one to find the key to reveal the missing word and thus access this extraterrestrial reward.

Scientists and linguists worked tirelessly, building on the clues already deciphered and exploring new avenues. Lively debates and discussions multiplied, fueling suspense and general excitement.

Finally, after many months of strenuous efforts, a researcher managed to unlock the last secret of writing. The missing word was revealed: “ambassador” he declared. The full message therefore read: “Whoever succeeds in deciphering this message will be entitled to an extraterrestrial reward which is to be our ambassador”.

This revelation had a resounding impact on the entire world. The implications of becoming an ambassador for an extraterrestrial civilization remained unclear, but the idea of representing an extraterrestrial intelligence and coming into direct contact with it was both exciting and intimidating.

The researcher who deciphered the message quickly became an international personality, approached by the media and organizations to share his experience and thoughts. He embodied the link between humanity and this unknown civilization, arousing admiration and curiosity.

Potentially an intergalactic ambassador, he embarked on an intercultural and interplanetary communication mission, attempting to understand the teachings and aspirations of this extraterrestrial civilization.

Exchanges of ideas, knowledge and cultures began to develop, opening new perspectives for the future of humanity.

Thus, the story of the mysterious writing and its message evolved into an intergalactic adventure, uniting humanity and other worlds, and paving the way for a deeper understanding of the universe and our place within it.

I felt honored to participate in this exceptional meeting, realizing that I played a key role in understanding and communicating between the worlds. I fully embraced my new mission, committing myself to transmitting the teachings and messages of harmony and universal wisdom.

The trip to Australia ended, but I knew it was only the beginning of the role of ambassador and bearer of a new understanding of the world and the responsibility that fell to us.

Thus, the story of the mysterious writing, the Australian scientist, the luminous character and the trip to Australia combined to create a captivating story where the boundaries between the real and the extraordinary blurred.

I then embarked on a new adventure, ready to explore unknown horizons and to share the teachings that had been entrusted to me without pause and without respite...

To be continued…..

Hector nows All ...The Cat writer !

O Night of all times! O Knight and Fairy of Peace and Silence! Free O beautiful saint, this jailer who watches you without sparkling, close his eyes of misery a little, for a single moment of rest!

Take him to the depths of your marvelous serenity, embark him in one of your chariots, like a prince, the time of a twinkle of one of your stars, a single dream of your starry escorts, will be enough to heal him the wrinkles of a lifetime and to find his salvation and his homeland, and spare me for a moment his lashes in the void, to try to vainly distance myself from his solitude!

PRELUDE

So here I am, Hector, I'm going to speak, I'm going to write, I'm going to say everything and keep quiet.

I am going to shout out all the truths, the very ones that true human beings never dare to want to say, and also those that they ignore and will never be able to know.

It's not because a cat like me has never spoken that it doesn't know anything, what if it knew everything and even more?

And why wouldn't he know it, since he sees and hears everything?

I even have every chance of seeing better and more than real humans.

I can be everywhere and nowhere, no limits, no prohibitions, no frustration, except when I am chased through a door, but I can return through a window, or through the patio or through the garden, the garden of my glories and of my feasts, made of exquisite sparrows and delicious lovebirds.

And I wrote this book with my own hands!

Why are you looking at me like that?!

You do not believe me ?

Like all the cats in the residence, of course, and throughout the neighborhood, who also never believed me!

A cat who writes a book!

It doesn't even happen in dreams, they told me, and speaking of dreams, the neighbor on the 2nd floor dreamed of me.

Yes, I projected myself into his dreams and spelled my first name like that: HECTOR, my name is madam!

And here I am revealing to you black on the page what I could not say in my cat's language! We'll see when the autographs are signed!

Because nothing scares me or makes me feel any more now, I have trodden under my soft feet all the sweet memories and left behind me all the bitter moments, nothing surprises me anymore, nor capsizes me.

And if I have remained whole all these years, it is because I still have the guts and the bump to ride on earth for a long time.

And I know that from today everything will change, the compass and all the north of my life.

And the enormous click that rang in my head and to which I resounded was this door that opened before me, and this man at the threshold of his home with his new arrival; me a nocturnal visitor who followed in his footsteps.

And as the minutes passed and my serene progress in the corridor and in the living room of this foreign home, all was confirming my certainties. A house of course still unknown, but which sent back to me from every corner and from all sides a serene feeling of already familiarity, even if I had never visited it before.

A few steps were enough to land in front of the eager, passionate and curious looks that were beginning to surround me from everywhere. And I so quickly became the center of a world, of a family that only looked at me alone, me a helpless cat, but suddenly becoming the star of a moment.

Voices, questions and remarks came from everywhere: “Where did this cat come from? ", " Look at him! It's all black! ", Mom! Can I keep it? ", no, it's dirty! but mom looks at those eyes... like two green diamonds...! no, take it out! You know I'm allergic! "...

Disappointed, nostalgic, dejected, dull and almost at the end of tears, the memory of my glorious, lucky and rich past in this warm but distant home that I abandoned forever, seized my throat as if to strangle me of regret or repression.

My damaged, wasted paradise, although useless now, was scarring me violently. But I prevented myself from showing my emotion in front of an audience already so affected and somewhat tormented.

I was the hero of a scene without lines, a hero without voices, a giant of a profoundly true and tragically human story...!

Besides, cat that I am, what human thing am I missing apart from speech?!

speech, some clothes and a good hot shower, oh how I need it now!

My wish was quickly granted as if by magic, my head still buried in a plate, finishing such a delicious dinner, when two gentle hands took me on both sides, and only gently released me into a pool of warm foamy water and well scented.

It was the mother and her child who were now busy scrubbing and brushing me with soap and shampoo, before wrapping me in a towel and letting the hot air from a large dryer blow on me. .

This brought back my memories of my last shower almost a year ago, yes a year without a shower, fortunately there is rain, wind and sun every month and every week, and when we think about it in our community of cats, it seems that nature is made for us and our wildlife neighbors, near and far.

We have feelings and also reason and we are often more reasonable than some humans...!

You see, I never steal, or if vice takes hold of me, it's just to snack and not starve, but never to pile up riches! Lying, I'll never know, we cats are free from lies!

Besides, we don't even have the language, don't we, as you say: lick your tongue to the cat, or have a cat in your throat...and all these proverbs with which we are overwhelmed and of which we are innocent!

Tiny little beings, at the foot of this mythical monster!

Man and his only truth, closed and locked under vaporous masks!

I celebrated my fifth birthday a few months ago in a small house in a Casablanca neighborhood.

It was there that I experienced the most wonderful days of my little cat life.

My mistress, may God rest her soul, was one of those women whose heart encompassed the whole world...!

It was goodness itself that walked on earth.

She was the one who named me Hector!

But I don't know for what reason?!

A Greek name for an Arab cat!

Mythical first name of a Trojan hero from the Iliad; Homer's masterpiece It's Hector, son of Priam, one of the heroes of the Trojan War. However, I hope not to suffer the same tragic fate!

Hector comes from the verb heiken which means “to lead”. Which explains the temperament of the Hectors, including myself. They are true men of action, ambitious beings, always in search of glory and great success.

first names so rare or non-existent these days, among you other humans, ordinary or renowned men, have we also lost the verve that goes with them?

the Hectors are a little proud, but for a cat, pride is not a vice, modesty is the dirty virtue of dogs!

I'm always neat and clean! I respect hygiene rules! I am unique ! What me ?! What are you saying ? Me, selfish?! Ah! no! oh that never!

This is an offense that my self-esteem could not tolerate!

It is true that I sometimes think a little too highly of myself; but, don't you think I deserve it?!

The death of my benefactress meant for me, the death of pity and the burial of hope.

His heirs; human wolves, they stripped me of my miserable possessions: my kennel, my bowl, my little ball and a roof that sheltered me; and threw me mercilessly like a dog in the street...!

With all due respect to the dog breed, to be able to tolerate the street as their eternal home!

CHAPTER I

A shrill cry of a frightened woman rang in my ears and throughout the staircase, throughout the building and throughout the world:

“aoudou billah (God preserve us)…A black cat! »

The neighbor bawled with all her strength and with all the tendons and nerves of her face, which so quickly became disfigured.

A cry which immediately put me on the lookout for an imminent danger or a peril arriving from the sky, before realizing, when she stared at me with bewildered eyes and pointing at me with the finger of her trembling hand, that it was mine. that it was a modest kitten, very discreet and very friendly, who would hesitate to harm a mouse if it panicked at the sight of me.

But to make such a strong woman tremble to death who would make an entire regiment retreat just with her sordid howl is insane in my opinion and unheard of.

It may be the fault of my muffled and silent steps which never announce my arrival or my presence.

But to cause such horrible fear, I should have the appearance of a black and ferocious panther, in miniature moreover I admit, but I am not ferocious.

Although I might look like this vicious and predatory animal, I am ultimately just a silky cat,

But I am not just a cat in fact, and I may not even be one, I am not a simple beast, I am a being I am Hector, I am me with my name and my person, my heart , a mind and thoughts for myself alone and for the world, and nothing human is foreign to me, I share the same fate as all these humans with whom I lived one of the stages of my little life, making an integral part of their families and crossing one of their paths and some of their stories.

Am I not worthy of being human too?

I jumped up the stairs, fleeing this frightened and accusing look, and ran to take refuge in the garden of the residence, before the frightened madwoman stirred up all the neighbors.

My bitterness pinned me to the brush beneath the trees, hiding me from furtive, prying eyes, as I slowly gave way to the disappointment that invited me to numb myself and fall into sleep.

Suddenly, barely dozing off, I jumped violently, suspecting that this time I was overtaken by a mistake that I unfortunately did not commit, when fortunately, I realized that it was only the sound of a portal opening. opened.

I recovered and pointed my eyes and ears in the direction of the noise, only to see a man enter the residence, a fifty-year-old wearing a black coat.

I moved my paws gently and approached to see who it was.

I now had a strong desire, a feeling and a curiosity to want to know the inhabitants of this fragment of residence.

Arriving a few meters from this newcomer, I could see that on the lines of his face, words and sentences, thoughts and perhaps meditations were traced...Who is this mysterious man?

It's probably one of the inhabitants of the 2nd or 3rd floor.

He walked up the stairs with a meditative step, he looked like a dancer! Or maybe a singer.

Because listening to this voice he purrs... Words like pearls illuminating a tone of a mystical melody.

but...what kind of song is it or what romance is it? Western? No ! More oriental?

Not at all ! This seems unique to me! Like heavenly music…a Koran or a Gospel! What do I know? This enchanting voice bewitched and captivated me, to the point that I found myself following his steps without thinking, like a fan fascinated by his idol, or someone crazy with faith and fervor!

Go after that and say that a cat has no reason, or is not spiritual either!

I followed him and my steps, tuned to the cadence of his steps, trotted to the rhythm of his voice always humming this melodious tune

Arriving on the 2nd floor, the man stopped for a moment before opening a door, probably his home, he only realized that he was being followed after 2 floors.

I felt him surprised by my black silhouette behind him, and widened his eyes as if to confirm a vision that he thought improbable, given my black fleece and the color of the night.

I did the same, looking at him with all my sparkling eyes, like two blue stars in the night of my coat; him, reaching out his hand as if to caress me, and me sneaking between his legs and stroking him with my hairy tail, doing my dance of euphoria.

Hector, I say to myself, have you perhaps found your refuge this time?

Have you finally found your oasis? For all the time that you have been roaming these gardens and these residences like an orphan of men and a coward of your kind, in persona non grata fled like the plague.

The man, intuitive no doubt, because quite pitiful as I suspected, caressed the feline that I am while speaking to me: “O poor stranger! What are you doing there with your strange appearance in front of a poor stranger?!” I could only meow at him: “You speak like a philosopher, sir!” »

He then asked me: “What’s your name?” ", Hector, I replied

-You don’t have a name?!

-Do not worry ! I'll find you a nice name! Is not it !

My name is Ali, and welcome to you, you will always be at home whenever you want.

I quickly had tears in my eyes and my heart and head were racing.

I am certainly a cat, no one will tell you otherwise; not even me, but all my life I have tried to speak to humans like this guardian who never wanted to listen to me or understand me.

He repeated to me each time this leitmotif word that I always heard without ever having understood the meaning for a long time: “Tssabb!”, go away, he always liked to say to me!

With this kicking gesture that pushed me away from him; I ran away from him, complaining and chewing on my anger.

And it was only with reluctance that I joined the section of cats gathered together, bickering all the time... Am I obliged to only live with cats?!

Don't I also have the right to choose my social environment...if I may say so?

Or will I have to gather some real good cats from the neighborhood, rally them to the cause and go out in demonstrations to make ourselves heard!

No matter how much he chases me away with kicks and batons, this poor devil of a guard makes me sad.

An ageless man, a diurnal being with a soul firmly trapped in the body, it does not move, does not evaporate, always there on the lookout, the poor sentinel soul.

He stays up at night and sleeps part of the day! A miserable and tortured soul in this clay dungeon! This dungeon so narrow, so bloodless and so dark! !

Could he one day escape?

O Night of all times!

O Knight and Fairy of Peace and Silence! Free O beautiful saint, this jailer who watches you without sparkling, close his eyes of misery a little, for a single moment of rest!

Take him to the depths of your marvelous serenity, embark him in one of your chariots, like a prince, the time of a twinkle of one of your stars, a single dream of your starry escorts, will be enough to heal him the wrinkles of a lifetime and to find his salvation and his homeland, and spare me for a moment his lashes in the void, to get away from his solitude!

Not enjoying the divine and universal nocturnal grace, he kept watch and his ordeal with it, from 8 p.m. to 7 a.m. Long hours ahead of him wandering around, observing, monitoring, dozing…..but all the senses on the lookout!

He was my only companion at night. I sat next to his cabin. He was, winter and summer, wrapped in his rough gray apron. I watched him preparing his dinner...The smell of his tagine intoxicated me...When he had finished eating, he threw me a few crumbs. He was sipping his tea while listening to his thoughts to the rhythm of his radio. One day, I made a small mistake but he never forgave me, despite the pleading that Mr. Ali presented in my favor.

He reminded him that the prophet did not punish a countryman who pissed, out of ignorance, at the mosque.

But he, intransigent and mad with anger, wanted to decapitate me for a few drops of urine on his prayer rug.

When we are Muslim, we are tolerant, right?!

And then, I just took advantage of one of my natural rights: delimiting my territory! You know ?

I am a loyal cat who knows his limits well: My freedom ends where that of others begins! And my piss too!

But who respects my rights?

Show me just one!

The other day, being a few steps from the neighbor on the 1st floor, she said to her son: “Bring that cat! He will eat the mouse hiding in the storage room! ".

He and I quickly looked at each other like two cowboys ready for a duel!

A sadistic and cheeky child, like all those kids who only know how to welcome cats with kicks and sticks.

He then took the initiative and jumped to grab me, and when he was about to captivate me, I grabbed my paws and was able to escape the danger!

But the imp was running with all his might to catch me, he looked like an athlete at the Olympic Games!

Out of breath, he stopped at the foot of the tree where I took refuge.

He called me with disingenuous kindness “ps!” ps ps! Come on, my pretty cat, come on! Do not be afraid !

Tommy! Come on my hero, get down! Jerry is waiting for you at the storage room! Come on my brave! Show us what you can do!

-But who are this Tom and Jerry ?

This kid has probably lost his mind !

I thought for a moment and then said to myself, “Hector, that bad?

We want to make you an assassin and a vampire?

We want to make you eat a mouse!

An innocent little creature!

And then with all the rights with which we are burdened today: men's rights, women's rights, children's rights, the environment, and everything that moves...and where are the rights of mice, and what right do they have? harm?

And then, I'm not a criminal!

I am an honest and civilized cat ! And what right do you have to impose a crime on me or on all the cats?

To be continued….!