VERO! VERO! VERO!
Vero! Vero! Vero! (in truth/truth in Latin).
There was a time I got woken up by a loud bang, still laying in bed trying hard to figure out what that loud bang was about. I knew it wasnt from external surrounding, then... what was it? Silence.
As I was drifting back to sleep, I saw a flash glimpse of a "very bright figure... not" in my mind's eyes. What appeared clearer to me than a figure outline was the royal blue color, and a loud urgent scream: VERO! VERO! VERO!
I cant remember now if the next event following right after royal blue and vero, or a few days after that. I was at a space where the wall or surrounding was all gold in one of of those polyhedron shapes: the tetrahedron, octahedron, isocahedron, orthogonal polyhedron that kind of shapes, but they were GOLD in color everywhere. I was having a conversation with someone, again... that royal blue color. Couldnt see the face, not even a clear outline of a figure. We were talking alright, but... I couldnt remember what was talked about, I know tho it was not of worldly human words.
I have had a friend named Vera, Vero...I've never heard of. Googling I went... at first search, no English words of vero showed up. Several searches later, a Latin word of vero showed up. It meant truth/ in truth. When reading it, my eyes got bigger and my heart jumped a beat. Thats what the royal blue color meant when he screamed the word... 3 times to me. It matched what I felt in my heart.
No...the painting below titled Vero! Vero! Vero! is not of the actual scene I saw when with the royal blue "figure". Honestly, there is no way I can duplicate the beauty I saw onto my canvas. It is, however, based on what and how I interpreted vero.
The unanswered part of that experience to me was...: I dont speak Latin, why 'o why did royal blue scream to me in Latin??? Really??!
Today is extremely extra difficult for me, so difficult so that the situation got entangled so fast that I untangled the jumbled up threads piece by piece with truth... calmly and clearly. Yet, I know truth is never beautiful and cozy one, whoever the recipient is.
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Managed to drag my body up and onward to finish up painting my newly handmade wooden table in the unbearable heat. At least to me it is, the rest of the population look fine.
Sitting out on my balcony, scene when I once curled up in pain and in tears in bed, royal blue "figure" came by. He said nothing, just presence. Then he swept tip of his robe/wing across my face. I felt relieved, loved. A feeling of relieved and loved I have never felt anywhere from anyone in my entire worldly life. Tears dried, pains gone, I fell asleep then.
A moment ago, I "communicated" thru my heart if I could be granted another round of that feeling of relieved and loved again, at this very moment.
The air suddenly changed, humidity and heat dropped, breeze started blowing gently. Still blowing now....
Thank you, royal blue. I know when we "talked" in GOLD surrounding then, tho I the human me part couldnt understand what was talked about, but I did KNOW it wasnt about some big jargon of the spiritual vocabularies for the collective's benefits...coz the human me part wont be able to handle it, and he knew that. My soul knows tho... the conversation was directed to me, myself, and my own soul purpose.
We as humans are not tasked with saving the world by talking about all the worldly and spiritual affairs. WE ARE OUR OWN SAVIORS. BY doing just that, we are already doing a lot.... humanly physical wise.
Unity and oneness are humanly beautiful words, but to be able to REALLY UNDERSTAND what those words really meant in a higher language meaning, we start at self. It is not easy, nor cozy... it is so much easier to parasite on others when the other choices involved dragging our own fat asses. Those who chose dragging up their asses to love self and save ourselves, know very well... most often we whined and yelled and kicked and cried. The parasites whined, yelled, kicked, and cried too, but the difference between the parasites and the self-loving ass is the latter bounce back up and move onward from where they left out. Yet... the upper guys and gals beyond the universe know very well what we are going thru. No judgment from them, no criticism, no smartass encouragement. Simply presence.
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Gave myself a cup of cappucino for a small dining table completed. I studied the barista mixing my coffee, ohhh... they use coconut milk instead of regular milk? I already know they use Arabica Gayo Aceh coffee beans. Maybe one fine day I'll have all the fancy equipments to make cappucino myself, or nahhh... I'd prefer the simple method of brewing coffee, coffee ground-boiling water, milk, a sprinkle of brown sugar and thats it. I was gifted various coffee maker thingy I barely use them. Cappucino or espresso, I'll just buy them from cafes occassionally as a treat to myself for my own small achievement.
Last night I had my only laughter of the day when a utube video popped up on my screen.... a G-spot stimulation mastery video by Alex Grendi. I immediately laughed out loud. For some weird reasons, my grandma came to mind. She would have fainted if she would have seen there is actually such video showing steps by steps how to master stimulating g-spot. Perhaps she wont, I doubt she even knows what g-spot is. Anyway, the comments were also funny. Many guys proclaimed that they wanted to make it clear that they didnt search the video 😂😂😂
It wasnt vulgar or anything of that nature, I think it was educational amd honest. But what most touched me was what Alex Grendi said after explaining all the 7 ways of stimulations, that the men should be prepared for what came after or with the orgasm.
My utube session tonight which left me with deep impression is about trust. A video showing figure skating couple. One couldnt glide, dance, moving and tossing, twisting and turning, jumping etc without trust between them. Sure practise and technical skills make perfect, but without trust... the dance wont be that beautiful IMO.
Title : AN APPLE A DAY.
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