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29 December 2022
My One and Only,
The night before last you kissed me in a dream. I still feel your lips on my forehead. It was an Angala moment. An eternal moment. An infusion of pure love into my third eye. And in that eternal moment I have felt your tenderness towards me; I have felt how very much you want to honour me; I have felt your need to protect me and, in that desire, to protect I have also felt your carefulness.
Careful because you don’t want to give me a fright, you never want to do anything that might cause distress. Never any force.
In this life (and in so many lives) there have been so much terror.
Man of my heart, I honour you.
My dear patient man, you are so mindful, so tender with my wounds. Thank you, for this, I honour you.
29 Desember 2022
My Enigste Een,
Eergisteraand het jy in ‘n droom my voorkop gesoen. Ek voel steeds jou lippe op my voorkop.
Dit was ‘n Angala oomblik. ‘n Ewige oomblik. ‘n Instroming van suiwer liefde in my derde oog. In daardie ewige oomblik het ek jou teerheid teenoor my ervaar; ek het gevoel hoe graag jy my wil eer; ek het jou behoefte om my te beskerm daarin gevoel en daarom ook jou versigtigheid.
Versigtig want jy wil my nie laat skrik nie, jy wil nooit iets doen wat my sal laat skrik nie. Geen dwang nie.
In hierdie lewe (en in so baie lewens) was daar soveel skrik.
Ek eer jou, man van my hart.
My dierbare man wat so geduldig met my wonde is, so teer. Dankie, ek eer jou vir dit.
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