Notes

Hello mate, glad to hear from you.
Did you earn a ton of coal this year?

Joking apart, I even thought that my words had scared you off or offended you in some way not anticipated by me. It is quite a paradox to be able to feel what another person feels and thinks, and at the same time not having the slightest idea. All these social protocols. You can know them all and still get your butt kicked by them. Animals and plants are much simpler to understand. Less chaotic. Formidable companies, I must say.

Knowing that the absence of a response from you does not originate from any offense on my part—and above all, it does not have a home on any discomfort. You are well, that is what matters. Your mental, physical and emotional health are well.

Next time, just answer whatever you feel comfortable answering. Or, send a message with content you fancy to share: reading, song, movie, quotes, poems, ASKians anecdotes. Have you an intriguing, bizarre, entertaining story to tell me?

I was not planning to dominate your kitchen either, mate. It was pure spontaneity. I know it was not the tea, because plants adore me. The tea was marvellous, you can not deny it. However, the credits are not mine. They are from the plant and from the beloved grandmother of yours.

Splendid and surprising? Gratitude for praising my words. I know the feeling of writer's block well. This is a devious inconvenience for lovers of words. Bibliophiles and logophiles, like me. But allow us not let that come between us and whatever the future holds—a friendship or just my mission involving your person.

The person who had a similar reaction to yours in my presence is called Jemanyá. And she seems to miss a love from her past. Of course, there is no past for the heart—time has no jurisdiction on the hearts' lands. She has not talked about this soul yet, just mentioned this soul. The projection came between us and this topic. Do you remember the esteem you felt for me the instant your eyes came to rest on my figure? Well, the same thing happened to her. The feelings of her for that soul slipped in my direction and she ended up mistaking the way she felt about me. making it necessary for me to elucidate this fact and my intentions towards her. I told her about how I only have eyes for my wife. The eyes and the rest of the body, every heartbeat, thought and piece of the soul. She understood. She is kind.

Now, about the person whose aura you felt on me, I am genuinely curious to know more about that soul. Truly. Could you tell me a little bit about it? I can guarantee that if we knew each other I would let you know, even if it was within the oniric world.

I will take care of myself well—I appreciate your concern for me, thank you mate. Apparently someone has been missing me. I am pulling your leg a little bit. How chaotic have things been for you, here? Do you need that tea to slow down and calm the layers of being? Upon a positive response from you, look on the tea tin on your cupboard. I took the liberty of replacing the Jurassic herbs with those on the tea we drink another day.

Note: remember that you are also rare and that your presence may be missed by hearts you never even imagined touching, like the heart of your girl-mate, Miss Wanda. A wonderful soul. She, for some unknown reason, is also part of my mission.

But do not worry. Nothing that composes or will compose any of our future conversations is her knowledge. Secrecy between an Unnamed—you still have not come to intuit a name for me—and their mission. I admit to being intrigued. It is unusual quests intertwine on this way. And I was led to you both.

Anyway. share with me a song that comes to your mind now.