73.11 The Voice of the Oracle of Perperikon
Author’s Note – The Real Oracle of Perperikon
The parable shared earlier draws breath from a sacred and real place - Perperikon, the ancient Thracian sanctuary carved into the Rhodope Mountains of Bulgaria, long revered as the Temple of Dionysius. It was here, atop the sunlit stones and shadowed altars, that history held its breath and listened for the voice of the divine.
Before launching his epic conquest of Persia, Alexander the Great climbed this very mountain in search of guidance. The oracle of Perperikon proclaimed, “You shall become the master of the world.” Emboldened by this vision, Alexander carried the flame of destiny across continents - not as a man alone, but as one lit from within by the fire of fate.
Three centuries later, Gaius Octavius - father of the boy who would become Augustus Caesar - ascended to the same shrine. The oracle again spoke clearly: “Your son shall one day rule the world.” And so it came to pass. From these stones, a whisper echoed across time, shaping the rise of Rome and the dawn of empire.
Now, in our own time, the story continues. A traveler ascended Perperikon, not in conquest, but in reflection. In their hand: a single folded page - a modern scroll of clarity, intention, and will. Seated where kings once awaited their destiny, the traveler did not ask what would come. Instead, they listened.
That page - simple, unadorned - would become a living seed. It would grow into The New Noble™ Journal and Planner: Win the Day, Every Day™. No longer a prophecy carved by priests, but a daily practice etched by presence. A tool, a mirror, a guide for those who choose to live fully - with purpose, with power, with noble intention.
What was once prophecy became embodiment.
What was once a throne became a reflection.
And what was once sealed in fate became unlocked through choice.
Beside the throne, carved into the mountain’s bones, rests the Pit of the Oracle - a sacred hollow where fire once danced between heaven and earth. Though the flame has long vanished, the stone still bears its memory - blackened and radiant, a mark left by truth made visible.
The oracle no longer speaks to predict what shall be.
It speaks to inspire what already is.
You are the fire now.
You are the living prophecy.
And the mountain waits for no one - it calls only those ready to Feel, to Know, to Decide, to Be, to Do, and to Become, the I AM that they are!