And since you know me, so far, you maybe won't mind if I may take a little dive here and now:

As you might know me by now of how my hair can go up in anticipation of prey by an electrostatic presence of unusual kind and how my enquiring nose might get just tingling with its 27 thousand LED diodes when I sense and see that, as within this beautiful realm, that something suddenly ain't there anymore.

As it's related to the areas of the very digital dominance I find myself, oh so too often embraced by, and within, and as what was once there but now gone missing, once also appeared on the shores of the virtual world, that was, and maybe just for me and myself, like a beautiful shell that I saw there, emergent in here and now, in this majestic seashore sand, and which I still saw just a moment ago, but then, a moment after, and for yet unknown reason, I temporarily looked away.

In that moment, when I looked away, it might have been for a beautiful body of the rising sun that I just saw on the horizon, and a silhouette of the most beautiful woman one could have ever imagined, who just passed beside me on her usual morning routine, a jog and a run on this divine beach for the distances she can make, yet unknown.

But now, and since I saw that the beautiful shell is gone, it seems to me that the wave of time, which is quite strong, must have sucked the beautiful shell back into the ocean. And while my imagination is restless, and because of its mysterious beauty it might be, and at this particular moment, in this humble innocence, I am.

I am, but ready to walk freely into the ocean, if the time permits. I am, but ready to jump into the surf, into the broken waves, quite strong. And, I am, but ready to swim deep and the deepest, and for long, if not forever. I am, but ready.

Someone once gave me a promise which I will always deeply respect. I heard that promise when listening to that beautiful shell. She whispered the very promise into my innocent ear. The promise sounded in words of the deepest ocean. And her I could understand. The promise was in language so close. So dear. So profound and all embracing.

She has passed beside me, just a moment ago, on this divine beach, on her morning routine, on her morning run, jogging. Her body was not made only of jelly. But I could feel her, so close. And her body, vibrate.

She also signed her name under the postcard I received to another address once. On the postcard a picture of this very rising sun. Of this moment. The postcard arrived in the past. And definitely, it pictured the future.

And I hear its promise deep and throughout my vibrating body. It resonates deeply within me. So I decide to go, and not to wait any longer, not even for a moment, without doubt I am and am to decide here and now. I'm jumping in! Clothes off into innocence I will find her today. I feel like it now. I will find her today. It feels like a mystery unachievable, but worth a try. I will dive into this ocean, I will dive now, into this moment, into this morning, into this depth and deeply into her being, into the sea. And the sand, powerful waves and the magnificient ocean are with me, and until she ain't back, and until she ain't back here and now, with me.

This beautiful shell. This beautiful moment. This innocent beauty. This ocean within.

Thank you!
Wishing you all a prosperous, illuminative and life abiding new year!

And don't forget your glasses. Tchin Tchin!

~~

Titled: Do not forget your glasses, wise man, tchin-tchin!
To the series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei

#actsofinnocence #actsofwithin #actsofdisobedience

(an excerpt from the poem in its formative stage, not full, yet fulfilled, not in its entirety, but by its every excerpt)

For when there still was, the time
for the three wise man, to arrive,
into the gardens of Eden,
and, as they were called to arrive,
but for this time only, they did not know,
were not aware, and thus have wondered in vein,
about the place, nor that its its extension, as such,
one called it, has been put in place, for them
and for in a certain way to hunt them, interstellar beasts,
and to catch their prayers, gifts from so far away,
from what is above, and to what is below,
that is, for their place of pilgrimage,
and has been;

So forth they did, oh so arrive, on time,
and within those limits, quite specifically set,
for them, and to feel welcomed, in the light, the mirrth,
and the very golden essence of glory, as given
in any imaginable form or illusory shape of protocols unbeknownst.

So, we've had some lunch for them,
nice chat and we discussed on our terms,
and under those conditions, I have been but dismayed
and forcefully kind to also admit,
so quite profoundly, that they'll need to leave
their sticks behind
if they are ever about to leave this place of:
prayer, gifts and warship;
belief, surrender and unimaginable suffering;
that is, my simple dwelling;

And so they did, the three favourable kings,
not in much haste, undoubtedly enough,
thus left behind, their simple sticks, and left,
each one without a stick,
they were so kind.

In order, for them, to leave and safely home, to arrive,
they signed, each one with a finger from each hand,
for never again to ever return into gardens of mine.
For the holy curse, thy humbly, if I may, to the above!
For the unimaginable sorrow and its all, from here,
and from the deepest of below, I howl, to you, my dearest,
for the howling, and the wholesome shield of terrifying fear:
to never ever anymore even try,
to never ever anymore even think,
to never ever anymore to return,
to never ever not return at any time, none at all!

There's nothing to return for!
There's all the strength that passed upon
and has been slain for glory and the beauty
of the pure light, the wisdom and the presence
of it all!

Therefore, we humbly wish you:
Stay safe and take the longest turn you could ever possibly take around the globe and pass by oh stranger to the unknown, the unbeknownst of the abyss and creature of no past, no future, no glory - in order to avoid the crucifying fate what will and might befall you, for the past, the present and for even the slightest possibility of any imaginable future! Herein I beg you: do not wish, do not attempt and do not start again for what you cannot possibly wish, cannot possibly attempt and you cannot possibly ever win.
Pass on!
The Melkhior, the Caspar, the Balthazar!
You're banished!
With Love!

~~
Titled: By the 21st of the 23 of the Invisible Archons of the Ninth, the Seventh and the Third - for this Night You're Warned, You're Cursed and You're Banished. Done!
An excerpt from the series: Hashem a la Carte | shalom einz zwei drei
There ain't a proof other than the very existence.

#actsofdisobedience #actsofnoreturn

After our warmest night when we shared all ends to our love as we know it, and at the first light of the rising sun you have uncovered the bed sheets, just to then discover my body in pieces.

In that moment you turned into a most beautiful salt stone. I don't know what happened, but the beauty. So yes, you were always a beast, but for once only, you were but mine.

Since then I have you here, with me, my precious salt lamp to remind me, reprise me and to remember your name. "Sofia", he said the other day on the altar before the G-d, but then his other two friends, and when it was their turn, said "sofia." as well. No men will ever escape his destiny.

For centuries, life in ancient Egypt was a mystery.

Excerpts from >>

We could only glimpse into this hidden world, until the discovery of the Rosetta Stone provided the key to decoding hieroglyphs, allowing us to read this ancient script. The breakthrough expanded our understanding of human history by some 3,000 years.

Marking 200 years since the decipherment of Egyptian hieroglyphs, this major exhibition took visitors through the trials and hard work that preceded, and the revelations that followed, this ground-breaking moment.

Hieroglyphs were not just beautiful symbols, they represented a living, spoken language. From romantic poetry and international treaties, to shopping lists and tax returns, the hieroglyphic inscriptions and ancient handwriting in this exhibition revealed stories that are fantastically varied. As well as an unshakeable belief in the power of the pharaohs and the promise of the afterlife, ancient Egyptians enjoyed good food, writing letters and making jokes.

The show charted the race to decipherment, from initial efforts by medieval Arab travellers and Renaissance scholars to more focussed progress by French scholar Jean-François Champollion (1790–1832) and England’s Thomas Young (1773–1829). The Rosetta Stone, discovered in 1799, with its decree written in hieroglyphs, demotic and the known language of ancient Greek, provided the key to decoding the ancient signs. The results of the 1822 breakthrough proved staggering.

Using inscriptions on the very objects that Champollion and other scholars studied, this immersive exhibition helped visitors to unlock one of the world’s oldest civilisations.

#actsofmeremberance #actsofstoningtodeath

Discovered in the remote region of Gascoyne Junction in Western Australia, the Jimbacrinus crinoid fossils are estimated to be around 280 million years old. These ancient sea lilies thrived during the Permian period and are remarkable for being found in their complete form, with no similar findings reported elsewhere. The genus is named after the Jimba Jimba cattle station, where these fossils were first identified in 1949.

The Permian period, spanning from 298.9 million to 252.2 million years ago, marks the final period of the Paleozoic Era. During this time, the climate became increasingly warm and dry, culminating in a significant extinction event by the end of the period. The seas of the Permian era were home to bony fish characterized by fan-like fins and robust scales, as well as extensive reef ecosystems that included nautiloids and ammonoids featuring coiled shells.

Gascoyne Junction is renowned for its diverse geological features. Research indicates that magmatic fluids from the earth's mantle have surfaced repeatedly over the last 1,600 million years, depositing various minerals along a regional fault line. This area is also recognized for its significant fossil discoveries, including the Jimbacrinus crinoid fossils, which are now displayed at Crystal World, under the stewardship of Tom Kapitany.

Anonymous
all good things must end

41m

Marta
🤔…….kwa recimo😜

36m

Anonymous
Marta think about one good thing you may encounter. what would it be?

27m

Marta
I don"t know and I am sure you don"t ether .

23m

Reply
Edited

Anonymous
Marta you're right. I cannot be sure to know one good thing that you may encounter if you don't know if you encounter or not encounter. But do you at least encounter anything before we maybe go onto discovering any of its effects and the nature of that experience?

21m

Reply
Edited

Marta
I can say I encountered everything I could explain to myself now and for that I feel blessed and afraid in the same time.

16m

Anonymous
Marta I can confirm that's a progress if you can say it. I encounter your approach quite explanatory and honest to yourself now. Thank you. If I may it sounds very intimate to feel blessed and vulnerable too to admit the fear. Is that all the time or only now? Did that ever repeat?

13m

Anonymous
I more was referring to my statement Why women fear every sexual encounter ? in general .

4m

Anonymous
Marta that's a very deep and profound thought I see. Iunderstand you were referring to a statement. But I may assume the statement has been yours, and felt deeply. That's why I find you deeply caring, and if I may, sensual in a way as the fear can be felt very deeply, and sexuality as a great unknown?

2m

Anonymous
If I may ask and if you feel yourself as a woman, and since that is quite a general experience, did sexuality ever made you cry, and is there a general answer why, why could that ever be so? For me, I admit, it reminds me of a little bit scarced fruit that has rippened and has a but small crack. Could it be from nature?

Marta
My encounters were all kinds like for anybody else. I think it is the way of how somebody see and explain himself anything.

4m

Anonymous
I deeply honour your unique ability to compassionately compare your own experiences to everybody elses. It sounds as you're very compassionate and thoroughly thought out person. Explaining the way how someone sees himself into anything isn't a little task at all. I would wonder how the same would apply to her. But maybe we could delve on this some other time and at some other, more appropriate medium. Maybe DM?

Marta
What is DM?

2m

Anonymous
DM is Direct Message like in messenger. It might be the theme for that more than here. But let's see. Maybe there's a bit more on that. I cannot say if you don;'t tell me. So you're welcome

Zdaj, ko spet zvečer spremljam
miss Marple, da lažje zaspim,
sem se spomnila tele zgodbe:

Nekje konec leta 1926 se je po Veliki Britaniji razširila novica, da so našli
prazen avto z ženskim krznenim
plaščem. Kmalu se je izvedelo, da je
izginila slavna pisateljica Agatha Christie.
Avto je bil njen.

Sledila je obsežna preiskava. Najbolj
zanimivo je bilo, da so vsi vedeli, da se
njen mož Archibald želi ločiti. Tisto noč,
ko je Agatha izginila, pa je bil v podeželski
hiši s svojo ljubico.

Ves Scotland Yard je bil prepričan,
da si je izmislil alibi. Javnost je moža
izginule prezirala in je samo čakala na
kakršen koli dokaz, da bi ga spravili za
zapahe. Verjeli so, da jo je ubil,
in zahtevali so njegovo aretacijo.
Celo ljubica ga je zapustila.

V preiskavo je bil vključen slavni
detektiv Conan Doyle,
ki mu je z metodami Sherlocka
Holmesa uspelo najti pogrešano
pisateljico. Našli so jo v hotelu Swan
Hydropathic. Zabavala se je na plesišču,
igrala klavir, obiskovala drage spa
tretmaje, pila drago vino … cel žur.
Videti je bila spočita, zdrava in zelo
dobre volje. Prijavila se je pod imenom
Teresa Hill.

Pozneje je trdila, da ji je žalost
začasno zameglila razum, zato se ne
spomni, kako je prišla v hotel. Psihologi
pa so prepričani, da je vse skupaj
dobro zaigrala.

Maščevanje možu je bilo popolno,
javno ponižanje pa tudi. Zapustila ga
je ljubica, Agatha pa se je ločila od
nezvestega Archibalda.

Ponovno se je poročila s 15 let mlajšim
arheologom Maxom Mallowanom.
Skupaj sta potem živela 45 let.

Glede starostne razlike z drugim možem
je imela pisateljica čudovit stavek, ki ga
je rada delila:

Super je imeti moža arheologa, vsako
leto si zanj vedno bolj dragocena.

#pametnazena

"U susret hanuki i kabali." reko je Hrvoje. I ne bi ni ocekivao covijek nista drugo od Hrvoje, da kaze.

"Ha ha" odgovorio je Sinisa. S osmijehom.

"..the more prominent the 'T' on the hill" dodao je neznanac.

Ali je ona tamo i njemo je gledala, s oblaka koji se sabirali iznad onog brda uspomena, koje niti nisu, niti jeste, uspomene, ali u upsomenu, i to mozda, mozda.

Ready reference for Kabbalistic terms

SOULS	WORLDS	SEFIROT	PARTZUFIM	The Tetra- gram maton	The spelled-out Names
Yechida Singular	Adam Kadmon - A'K	Keter Crown	Arich Anpin The long face	The dot on the top of the letter Yud	YHVH
Chaya Life force	Atzilut Emanation	Chochma Wisdom	Abba Father	Yud	AB —72
Neshama Breath	Beriya Creation	Bina Understanding	Imma Mother	Hei	SAG — 63
Ruach Wind	Yetzira Formation	Chesed-Yesod Love/Foundation	Zeir Anpin The short (or, near) face	Vav	MAH — 45
Nefesh Rested	Asiya action	Malchut kingdom	Nukva de'Zeir Anpin The feminine consort of Zer Anpin (the short or near face)	Hei	BEN - 52

THE TETRAGRAMMATON

The term Tetragrammaton refers to the great, ineffable four-letter Name of G‑d. Its primary meaning is Eternal Existence. A very important secondary meaning (appearing in the Code of Jewish Law) is "He was, He is, He will be." It is often translated as The Creator.

The letters that comprise the Name are the letters of the Hebrew root word for "Being". These letters are:Yud-Hei-Vav-Hei.

When a scribe draws the letter Yud, he begins with a dot in the place that will be the top of the letter. This dot is considered comparable to the Crown of the letter, to the sefira of Keter. In this way the four-letter Name can be represented with five aspects.

DETAILS OF SIX SEFIROT

Chesed love

Gevura power, strength

Tiferet harmony, beauty

Netzach victory, eternity

Hod glory, majesty

Yesod foundation

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Elahi Elahi Lama Sabachthani

She wrote:
Hello. I hope you are well.
I would like to request something of you!

You replied:
Shoot!
To her:
You may be aware that I am facilitating a multiauthor book for neurodivergent writers

You sent:
ok
not quite aware but okey when you bring it to awareness

She explained:
I have a writer who is in need of a beta reader for feedback on what he has of his chapter so far.
I wonder if you'd be kind enough to read what he has written?
The purpose of the beta read is to ensure the reader understands his contemplation and meaning.
You replied:
okey. this is very interesting. thank you for the compliment on kindness. why would you wonder about my kindness?

She replied:
Figure of speech
I am asking if you have the time, and inclination to read the work
You replied:
this is very figurative. it reminds me of you. you're very figurative too. i like it
that's one story from one author?
She:
Yes, Just one author. The chapter is a work in progress. This offers initial, simple feedback of understanding the work so far
There are only two pages
You replied:
i like the idea. thank you. i believe i could do that. there are two pages to everything. including us, i presume
let me know how you'd think this can be done. would you bring it printed on paper or post it to me?

You sent:
i'd be happy to help you in any possible way

She replied to you:
I can send you the link to read it in here.
Thankyou so much - I know the author will be most grateful for the anonymous feedbac
She unsent a message

You replied:
you mean here-here? how would you do that?
She:
One moment please
https://tinyurl.com/three-times-yes-yes-yes
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TofqEA-mkTKiPA-ZAgP4rle23JIHSIkzDy1RIA7iKck/
Anonymous_Beta Reader copy

You replied:
can you fill that loom back in for me?

She:
Can you please click the link above? Tell me if you see the work

She replied to you:
No, It was a mistake to send to you. Was meant for my VA 😆
You replied:
i'd love to see that too ❤
She replied to you:
Not relevant to you.
You replied to her:
you sure about that? may you please share it to me to be able to judge for myself
She:
It is an instructional video to my Virtual Assistant. It is private instruction and not relevant in that sense
I'd be happy to show you how to use loom if that's useful to you
Were you able to open the chapter?

You replied to her:
i love everything deeply and profoundly. and especially those, the most irrelevant, as some may say, deserve my love, especially
You sent:
one comment on phrasing, a matter of speech: THE READY TRIBE TURNS ME ON!

She replied to you:
My VA is not irrelevant… she is wonderful! But the instruction I offer her is specific to my business processes and is private

She replied to you:
YES!
You replied to her:
can you confirm that please. please once again. i love to hear it deeply and profoundly, if i may
She replied to you:
YES 🙂 Now I have to go . I have a meeting!

You replied to her:
thank you. may you have a wonderful meeting. and Yes! I confirm to your question. may your answer be divine!
You sent:
and not for the last, and don't make me repeat it, as I will say it only once - come and join us on the 28th. that's all. now, you're free!

At moments this unusual feeling overwhelms me when seeing the nature in bloom as it can happen only in rainforest. Nature is deeply sensitive. Could say as well sensual, as in these moments, when my sensuality merges with its environment, feeling everything as through natures senses, and elements, and beings. Quite unusual experience breathing through all single pores. Deeply intimate.

This movie happened at a small degree of this very sensation. Sorry to admit it, hope you like it.
Song I believe in you is from one of the albums by a troubadour Mark Hilton - Songwriter Troubadour, who's currently in Dutch-land, chasing dreams of wild while not awaiting for a package delivery full of promise. A great deal to happen is to Order Mark Hilton - Songwriter Troubadour latest singles for Christmas, they're going to be a hit & great git gift.

The video backtrack is at fast speed of some other favourite tunes and the noises made by the driving and the environmental surround, pouring through the intentionally open windows front left and back right. Some air-con but not much.
~~
Titled: In Python's Dreaming Nature is Deeply Sensitive as Music
Towards the musical series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei

Dedicated to the python that has been recently relocated twice just to find out that even the second dwelling has been planned for migration and after he was found to move into a warm and cozy local chook hen home from where he has found himself confused by the shores of Evan Maddock Dam.

Damn, he thought, what a journey!

#actsofthatsound #actsofphytonsdreaming

See less, love more!

At that time you did not know it, you have not had a possibility of knowing yet, my love, my lover, oh, my friend, as for the illuminate days, and nights, we've spend hurdling with our lions through the deserts of our pure love, unbearably free and terrifyingly hot, under the scorching sun rays of endless fires, as we are since the inception of time, and since the scripts began by the drops of blood we've left behind on hunting trips for life itself, now silence! Dear, so lonely.

I will be but awaiting your confirmation of return, which is about to happen very soon, my love, and will then tell you about the little secret that you have not been ever able to know not knowingly not ever, therefore it's your return, not mine, it's ours, to behold the spine, the path, the sorrow and the pain of skies, pierced by the millions upon millions. Welcome!

~~
Titled: Upon the millions and the millions, to love is to love, unknowingly
To the series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei
More info, if required, can be found at the Kairo Museum, or currently, to much surprice, at the Brisbane museum too, and esp inscribed by the sarcophagus of ressurective Isis

#actsofgreatreturn #actsofdisobedience #actsofpurelove

On this thin layer of ice, and on that night that followed a few months earlier, in August, I thought I found my love.

She was that big fat golden fish that kissed me slurpingly that night and there and then and after caressing my head, and hair, and sight with stars infinite on the skies. I have been counting comets and made her a poem an before I could tell her that one she slipped away and back into that pond.

On the other side, across the lake, and by the opposite dock, a bit to the left on the grassy shore, that night and there and then he was meditating, and all the time while we were there, experiencing love, he was chanting ooooom, oooom, oooommmmm ..

His two wives were silent in the nearby forests, just observing. One with red eyes and the other, with the red all across her claws.

Then, at some point in time, and out of the forest, the two wives of his embraced on me as their piece of prey and feasted on my body with the greatest of all pleasures, the one with red eyes tearing my young flesh with her terrifying looks, slurpy jaws, and an appetite for divine, and the other wife, with her red shiny claws, tearing my flesh as with sharp knives and scalpels of yet unseen surgeons from hell itself, precisely slicing pieces of my innocent flesh, for the skin and bones to pieces, as before, and none left after. They cooked my heart at the very end, supposedly, as they told me later, for a dessert of a dream they feasted on, the most.

Then in that momentary silence, I might have been slightly unaware but not catatonic, which followed their sanctifying feast and the sacrifice, it made me what I am today and am but yet still, to become.

I still love you wholeheartedly my dearest big fat golden fish. And your eternal kiss, if I may admit, was the juiciest ever experienced.

~~
Titled: Two Years to Pass for the Big Fat Golden Fish by The Pond of All Stars and Kisses
To the series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei

Partially dedicated to Vesna V & the double you && Noemi V L & the very secret && to the two unnamable others, for the one who transgressed & passed, but did not end, and for the one who might end & who's about to transgress but not pass by the very passing. 2 years to go.

#actsofmantraom #actsofirreversibility #actsofdisobedience

To put it bluntly, and down to the point of physical pain, the fundamental, or the most physical proof of eternal existence of the most canonized spiritual existence in western tradition is comprised by a but one fixed set of self-generative rules - "I am G‑d, your G‑d." [Ex. 20:1]

As opposed to the name of transdendent essence, the restrictive naming undergoes declension: it accepts suffixes that make it mean "our G‑d," "your G‑d," etc. This is because in order for G‑d to "belong" to us, He must first constrict his self-revelation; this process of constriction is indicated by the its physically restrictive name.

Under other circumstances, infusing transcendent Divinity into a created being's normative consciousness would cause created being's normative consciousness to cease to exist. The intensity of the revelation would simply overload its capacities causing it to become instantly absorbed into the Divine energy flowing through it.

Amen.

A certain amount of madness, pored through relationships between human beings in general, does create, to a certain degree, additional amounts of intermixed madness and a marriage between the acceptance of the most fundamental of western traditions, if these can be limited in a way, and an attitude that constitutes individuals essence or self-determination. The precinct between the two is engraved by the very name of G-d in fiery letters, burning constantly. Thus, it burns away butterflies wings every time an individual wants to address the source of light which is not of theirs.

You did, on that day, commit to an agreement.
We could, for the matter at stake, say: it's a covenant;

But as far as from its final destination it has always been
but a trace, for the holy dog, and the dogs of dominicans
to decide whether its a true lead, or is a bullet
and down to 200 nano milligrams detection capability
we can, as we may, thus decide on a way, whether a way
forwards, or backwards, as from and as to the Ann Street.

See you soon, oh archangels of time!
See you soon, oh the hunters of fear.
Se you soon, dear friends of the destiny.
It's time as it has always been, but the time.
Out now!

The day of the Kephra was thus,
as he is, the master, of 🔢 numbers.

The SCARAB, as you can't see,
starting from 🕚 11, to 3x 69, 198
and the 14, between 13 and 🕛 12
he have me the 1, so looked to 🕓 16
but not far below. 1 to 13, and 14-22
between the eighth 8⃣ and the 9⃣ ninth
he thus enrolled the secret
thus easy not seen, but now found.

To decypher the mysteries, he thus said:
"Come with the man in the uniform,
and thus you will see."

So I went and I followed
instructions precise, commandments
quite clean. As more couldn't be followed
not yet in time, nor in between.
SCARABS BEWONDERMENTS

See less, feel more!

#actsoftheholydog #actsofdominion #actsofassertion #actsofthecovenant scarabarising #savewhatcanbe #catacombstories #maninbetween