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nEW mORNING of for a new perception of love
Even
though I knew, I never really realized it
My
phone’s alarm makes me jump out of bed to quickly turn it off
before anyone else wakes up. I succeeded!Next comes the automatic morning routine, medication, coffee for his old wife, tea for me, and running to the terrace to enjoy the sunrise!
I notice that, somewhere, along with the automatic gestures, I was permanently accompanied by an old song that once won the “Golden Deer” festival in Brașov, Romania.
Oh, heart, you’re out of your mind
you don’t give me peace, neither night nor day
Oh my heart, how many oufs do I keep collecting?
when you make me laugh or cry
Lai la la lai..."
Yes, it’s the song “Oh Heart." But what is it searching through my thoughts?
I
didn’t even realize it when I got in front of the laptop,
starting the workday. I also had the coffee with me.“Oh my heart, you’re in no mood at all." And this song?
Not my style! Will it be the result of working on the material I’ve been writing for about 3 days for the „New Literary Society”, the one related to the love stories that were born around the songs “Nothing Else Matters” and the series “The Unforgiven”?
Somewhat nervously, I leave my thoughts and start scrolling through the emails related to "Medium."
The first link accessed is „Love’s Labyrinth” by an author (CJ Coop) who quite often publishes excellent material. Yes, excellent…
Review, re-review… Highlighting… Why did I “hang on” to this material, to these poems? Did I answer... Synchronicity? Why do I manifest like this?
Thoughts flooded me, making me lose myself in their rush. I felt the need for meditation.
Put on the vest! It’s a cold morning. Quick on the sun lounger, enjoying what’s left of this sunrise...
He
perceived, through the “indispensable” refrain of the "heart,"
an idea...Yes, I’m going to make a new article in the „Be Open” series. But I couldn’t concentrate. Only meditation can save me from this mess…
Why are there so many questions? Meditation means… Can I do this?
And he appeared in front of his guide, or his soul. Even after so many years, he still didn’t know who he was dealing with…
— What is my old friend doing?
— I feel tortured by a kind of… Regret, of love. And I have no reason to feel this way.
— Whispers floating, in such a sweet melody, two souls intertwining in their endless connection... The force of love that pushes us to the question “Why?”… Or to each other... You resonate with what you read earlier.
— Yes, I think these lyrics troubled me. But it’s not just about them… I think it was the “Why” of this string of perceptions.
“Be
open” to any dialogue — Created by the Author with AI —
Microsoft Bing Image Creator— However, I think you were marked by the part with the symphony of destinies, when the world wakes up connecting, under the power of time that does not erase love.
— Where do you want to go?
— Maybe the part with: We are not alone, in joy or in strife; love, in all its forms, being the essence of life, says something to you?
— I don’t understand where you are going. I feel there is something, but I don’t identify your actual message.
— Because it’s not my message... It’s your message transmitted over time on your way here.
— I repeat, enlighten me!
— Your “whys” go back to when you were in the Aesir, the one called “The Changer”, “The Deceiver”, the greatest “Deception”…
—”Blah, blah, blah”s… What is the connection between what I am now and the questions of now?
—
Remember the main insights!— Which? The ones where I’m the son of the giants Farbauti and Laufey, or where I’m the brother of Thor and Odin? Or, in which I am the husband of Sigyn, the one who gave me Váli as a son... Or in which I am the lover of Angrboda, the giantess with whom I had three children... Fenrir the wolf, Jormungandr the snake, and Hel the goddess of the underworld.
— Or lover of Skadi, the goddess of winter, the one who gave you Narfi as a son... And you could go on, couldn’t you? But none of that is the problem with your questions!
— Where? Or who do you want to reach?
— Did your journey here, from now on, somehow begin with the search initiated in the “Chamber of Plans”? With all your conditions to choose from those who had the power to participate alongside your path?
— Well, there were only a few “closures” left. Yes, but also your advice... "Any stallion ends up a grunt” or “Any racemare ends up a wretched draft horse” stuff. That’s why I sided with the stallion.
— But you have been informed that your spiritual power is extremely attractive, both as a powerful man, rich, desired, loved… God… As well as the version you never chose, that of a woman, irresistible, ready to “raise” armies of men... Goddess…
— Yes, that’s right, time passes, power fades, and so does beauty. But power grows...
—Wow,
did you come to this conclusion yourself? Uninfluenced? So,
you’ve taken the “big” step! Do you remember anything about the
whispers of the “Whisperers”?—Not! But I chose you to be my whisperer. Because I was sure that I would not listen to the whispers of others... So that I would not make so many mistakes due to the recurring exercises of my last existence...
— So you know it’s time for a change? And you woke up with...
—Oh, heart, you’re out of your mind…
The flood of feelings, memories, and images was dizzying. Locating Sigyn, his current wife, the memories of the “Room of Plans"... All she had done for him in too many lives together... Preparing him for this moment of continuity... Of heart…
It was the signal that the last part of his life was preparatory to returning to Sigyn; she a man and he his wife. And it had begun with that whisper... And he had negotiated and accepted everything that would follow.
Without Sigyn’s help, there was no way he could succeed. What a sacrifice! Something beyond the powers of a god...
In this time and dimension, they had many more years together… Years of gratitude to her faith over dozens of lifetimes together... She is the eternal wife; he is the adored lover. Eternal lover… Satisfied by his trials...
Maybe he won’t make the same string of errors, being in the opposing camp...
And he was content to have another passage through life with Sigyn. To prepare him for what was to come. This time he is the one who loves and dedicates himself.
Just one… And she will go on her way... And I will stay on her way... Times of constancy are coming!
Remembering
the question “Why?” from the verses read in the morning, he came
out of his meditative state. He now had the answer… Or had Sigyn
woken him up…— Hey, you’re not freezing here!
My old wife’s sweet kiss quickly brought me back to reality. The pleasure of living here with her...
Brrr, he was really cold. Even though… Now he was wrapped up… Dear her, she always protected me from my weaknesses.
He almost jumped out of the lounger and happily hugged her… Long, warm, and grateful...
— I have an idea, my dear, I’m running to work!
And he couldn’t help but hum them as he ran to his office:
“Oh, heart, you’re out of your mind."
I started writing right away… Age can make me forget something… Maybe it will help me not to lose these ideas and re-read the material when translating it into English.
So, the title is: A New Morning for a New Perception of Love
Merticaru, Dorin Nicolae
For the readers, I am also inserting the lyrics and the musical piece “Oh, heart." To complete the vibe of this material…
Oh dear
why it seem to me
that the night is long
and the road is long?
You keep me awake
even over maybe
and then count
where do I end up?
Oh, heart, you’re out of your mind
you don’t give me peace, neither night nor day
Oh my heart, how many oufs do I keep collecting?
when you make me laugh or cry
La la la la la...
Oh dear
you took my singing
you gave me the sigh
thousands of times
I got lost in thought
I’m talking to myself
only by you
from night to dawn
Oh, heart, you’re out of your mind
you don’t give me peace, neither night nor day
Oh my heart, how many oufs do I keep collecting?
when you make me laugh or cry
La la la la la...
Oh dear
well, I have no other way
and I walk slowly
where do you know?
The world sees me
and he knows my thoughts
that alternate nights
you keep me on the road
Oh, heart, you’re out of your mind
you don’t give me peace, neither night nor day
Oh my heart, how many oufs I keep collecting?
when you make me laugh or cry
La la la la la...
Note: Images
are created by me, Merticaru Dorin Nicolae, using Microsoft
Bing Image Creator.
Dorin, Merticaru
(02.08, 2024)