misery

“What if we sneak in violently and start a war?”

“What if we do it right before the correct moment?”

“Do what?”

“Make love secretly.”

“How secretly do you mean?”

“I mean so secretly that it doesn’t leave a trace.”

Years passed. The hidden secret was buried. The curses were lifted, one by one. The hero proceeded through the forest. A young woman approached him.

“Hello, you look like a real hero.”

“Hello. I have never seen anyone with an aura like yours.”

“You seem to have many stories to tell. I am eager to listen.”

The hero told many stories to the young woman. In the next morning he left before the woman woke up. He left the woman with a security guy.

They came back later with the woman, on an autumn day. It was not so warm any more, as the autumn was already falling.

“I love you,” I said in my thoughts as we hugged before leaving each other. I had requested this hug.

Then she went. She passed the hindi guardians and the Estonian guardian because of the sudden courage that we managed to create. Before this she had sneaked in my room following her inner intuitive guidance. She had heard from other guys that I was sleeping in that room, but in fact I was not sleeping, but listening.

Beginning an astral revolution, she started to visit me when I was sad. She simply came next to me without a body or in a white body that I could see with my inner eye. I really missed her and then she came in a white body next to me that I could see with my inner eye.

And in winter she visited me. I don’t know why. Did I ask her to?

She came and my apartment was so dark. And she brought some mushrooms from shop. What I liked best was that she started to light candles in my rooms. I had many candles and she started to put them on. My room was so dark.

I played piano when she was cooking but this part I would like to skip. It was a bit embarassing. Then we eat and I also had my bread from my mother. I don’t like the taste of this bread too much.

She had tea to offer and we drink way too much tea. We talk and talk and the floor was dirty. She simply came in and sit on this dirty floor. I ask:

“Do you want to sit on the floor?”

And she said yes and sits on the floor but takes a blanket under her a few minutes later or an hour later.

She said that she had to go at 6 because her friends were waiting. She refused more tea. We drink way too much tea. Even though she was serving it lovely and clumsy, pouring it too much, we drink too much tea.

And then she had to go. She said good bye in French for some reason in a very lovely way. When we meet, she said we cannot hug on the doorway. I really liked when she came to visit me. It was like the happiest moment. She had to come last night but did not, and I was a bit upset but it felt right. And when she came the next day, she said that it would have not been proper to come so late and I agreed.

The story went even worse. I only meet her in other forms. I fall into something called misery again. I get out of it. I fall into something called misery. I get out of it.

Why do I tell you this?