Armada
Old Soul
Hey! It's been a while since I was last on, but it's also been a while since I've last had access to a working computer. Anyway, here is a little bit of a scattered update of what small progress I have made...
My memory of Hungary during the early years of the Ottoman wars has grown slightly, now extending beyond the battlefield to the glimpse of a home. I get the feeling that the reason for this is that I didn't see much of it, nor care too greatly for it. I remember vaguely a wife with dark brown hair, and a blonde daughter who used to be fond of playing in a field of red poppies by the cabin we lived in near some natural hot springs. I also get the feeling that her hair would've darkened with age, but that I never made it home from war to lay eyes upon the change. I also believe this daughter the to be the same soul as the French girl (Jaqueline) that I cared for as my own during my time as a monk, my fatherly affections in that life time no doubt repayment for the ones that I failed to offer in Hungary.
Since you guys last saw me I've also been working on meditation a bit. I always get the same image: a cabin in front of a mountain in the snow, in a clearing in the middle of the woods. Viking era, though I'm not sure which country. Denmark is what comes to mind, though Finland is more logical with the landscape. There could be reasons for that though, IDK. It's not fuzzy and it doesn't jump, but the face of someone within that cabin that I know I don't care to recognize appears as the knave of spades holding a candle in the window. According to certain fortune telling traditions, the knave of spades symbolizes one who bears ill intent. I know whoever it was did anger me and perhaps beared ill intent towards me, which would explain why my mind blocks their image from me.
I haven't really made anymore progress with Spain, but I did get a vinyl disc of some Andalusian guitar music recently that I'm absolutely in love with. And I've also started saving for a trip to Seville, though my current funds for it consist of about a measly $400...
Anyway, that's it. Merry Xmas! :razz:
My memory of Hungary during the early years of the Ottoman wars has grown slightly, now extending beyond the battlefield to the glimpse of a home. I get the feeling that the reason for this is that I didn't see much of it, nor care too greatly for it. I remember vaguely a wife with dark brown hair, and a blonde daughter who used to be fond of playing in a field of red poppies by the cabin we lived in near some natural hot springs. I also get the feeling that her hair would've darkened with age, but that I never made it home from war to lay eyes upon the change. I also believe this daughter the to be the same soul as the French girl (Jaqueline) that I cared for as my own during my time as a monk, my fatherly affections in that life time no doubt repayment for the ones that I failed to offer in Hungary.
Since you guys last saw me I've also been working on meditation a bit. I always get the same image: a cabin in front of a mountain in the snow, in a clearing in the middle of the woods. Viking era, though I'm not sure which country. Denmark is what comes to mind, though Finland is more logical with the landscape. There could be reasons for that though, IDK. It's not fuzzy and it doesn't jump, but the face of someone within that cabin that I know I don't care to recognize appears as the knave of spades holding a candle in the window. According to certain fortune telling traditions, the knave of spades symbolizes one who bears ill intent. I know whoever it was did anger me and perhaps beared ill intent towards me, which would explain why my mind blocks their image from me.
I haven't really made anymore progress with Spain, but I did get a vinyl disc of some Andalusian guitar music recently that I'm absolutely in love with. And I've also started saving for a trip to Seville, though my current funds for it consist of about a measly $400...
Anyway, that's it. Merry Xmas! :razz:
