A Voice That Still Remains

Sometimes the world is quieter than ever, not from peace but from exhaustion. Exhausted by the deception of a philosophy that came in the name of equality but was fed by envy, by a theory that called struggle the essence of life and mocked faith. They called it communism but it nurtured nothing but hatred. Like a hidden virus dressed in new clothes, wrapped in beautiful slogans, each generation it renewed itself but the deceit remained the same and humanity, blind to the roots, was deceived for years and forgot the light. Once humankind asked the heavens for answers, now it manufactures them on its own. And then came philosophies, telling us the gods were myths, that we came from monkeys, that the world has no purpose and death is but silence, and we believed, and in that belief we were lost. But still there is a voice, a voice not born of media, not of theories, but rising from the depths of the heart. There Dapha reveals itself, with truthfulness which for thousands of years we lived by, though we were told it is now outdated, with compassion flowing from the heart of ancient cultures now replaced by competition, and with forbearance which no modern doctrine ever taught us to reach. Dapha has come from the heavens for salvation, for liberation, for peace, for illumination, for awakening, for compassion, and at the heart of this salvation a celestial being stands like a father quietly extending his hand that his children might return home. If there is still a heart left, listen, perhaps it is not too late, perhaps there is still a way back, back to what was genuine, back to what was authentic, back to what descended from the heavens. Return to the ancient, authentic culture, return to the path of kindness, our world is in need of truthfulness, compassion, and forbearance.