The Echo of Time.

There are moments when the world is one step ahead of us.

Not by much — just enough that our soul already hears what our senses do not yet see.

At such times, that strange feeling is born that people call "deja vu."

And perhaps it is not even a memory — but an echo.

Time is not a straight line, but a breathing space.

Every moment is present at the same time — only we walk along it, like a corridor of light.

"Now" is not a point, but the pulsation of the Source, in which the future and the past lean on each other, like two hands clasped in prayer.

Whoever is quiet enough hears Time speak.

Not with words, but with vibration.

This is not a prophecy, but a memory.

Because everything that will be already exists somewhere now — on the edge of consciousness, behind the light, where creation is still just a thought.

Sensitive souls sometimes see through this veil.

They see in flashes faces, events, feelings that have not yet happened — but are already taking shape in the material of the Now.

And when the moment comes, they recognize:

"Yes, I have seen this before."

Perhaps destiny is not a path carved in stone, but a dance of vibrations on the stage of the Now.

Every thought, every intention starts a new wave — and the world is watching.

He who understands this is no longer afraid of the future.

Because he knows that fate is not someone else's hand, but our own breath in the ears of the Creator.

And when the feeling again runs through you — that "I have seen this before somewhere," smile.

Because at that moment Time recognized itself — in you.