AMOR FUNGHI PERL’OR
Day one — October 21, 2024
Many are called, but few are chosen.
On the difference between personal calling and the soul’s awakening.
The scriptures of silence —
because the teacher is always quiet
during the test.
Today is the first day of a short episode in my life —
a time of more outward silence.
Silence toward some of my beloveds.
Silence toward the surface world of words and doing.
But strangely enough, I may write more here.
Times like this — I’ve experienced it exactly four years ago —
always bring deeper insights.
By becoming more cautious and intentional with spoken and written words,
communication tends to become… real.
Just a few days ago, I was prompted inward again — and here we are.
Call it a fast, if you like.
For me personally, this moment marks a farewell
and the welcoming of something new.
These are some of the last days I’ll be writing from my office in the house
I’ve called The Shelter for the past six years.
And yes, it has been that — a shelter.
Soon I’ll be moving just down the street,
into the house that will be known as The House of Love, Peace and Freedom.
But for now, I write from The Shelter,
with the words still hanging on my wall —
words that helped me through what have been the most intense and painful years of my life.
(No comment, Your Majesty 😏)
One of those quotes reads:
“The teacher is always silent during the test.”
It still makes me smile.
There was a time I called ‘God’ my teacher.
And when He was silent, I knew I was being tested.
Now…
I am the teacher.
And my silence isn’t absence — it’s presence.
It’s here to witness what unfolds,
not to interfere.
Just below that quote hangs a visual — a little “paint-(h)ing” —
representing the pain my body has endured while passing through
the initiation of life’s tests,
to bring the soul into her liberation.
I must admit…
The noise of life distracted me these past months.
I was pulled back into the valley — to take care of earthly things.
But now I find myself again, returning to the mountain.
And I see, once more,
that everything is unfolding exactly as it must.
Still, these past few days…
something intense, almost overwhelming,
has been pulling me back inward —
as if into a black hole.
There’s no fighting it.
So I surrendered.
I laid down control.
Because I came here
to fulfil what I came here for.
Many are called, but few are chosen.
These past days, Bible verses return to me.
Not as religion.
But as something alive.
I begin to understand them — beyond what religion ever made of them.
It’s one thing for a soul to be called.
It’s another to be chosen.
A calling is the soul’s first language.
It’s good, it’s beautiful — it’s the seed that knows it can become a tree.
Not every seed grows.
But almost every seed carries the potential.
The soul’s calling is the path of outward unfolding —
what we call growth in this human world.
But to be chosen…
is to become aware that you are the seed,
the fruit,
the tree,
the ground in which it grows,
the rain,
the sun,
the entire cosmos…
And yet —
the chosen one still becomes a tree.
But not to prove anything.
Not to seek anything.
Only to live from the knowing
of what already is.
The chosen doesn’t grow —
she unfolds.
The called blossom from the outside in.
The chosen…
from the inside out.
Though after all:
if you wonder whether you are ‘called’
or whether you are ‘chosen’,
KNOW first that YOU ARE!
tbc …
