There she was,
and held herself with a calm demeanor. Anya she said, telepathically, was her
name. Or was it right that she said it telepathically? - Or did I rather just
receive it, as if from the universe. I remember that she was different, and
though someone might think that with such blue, red colors, - and with such
strong looking ‘look’ that she was somehow odd, - it’s not true. She was not
odd to me- but regular in the moment. I got the impression that she was not a
soul to be saved- oh no- but instead a spirit guide for me. A good seeker, so
to speak, bows down before those truly higher or more along the line of
knowledge. Though I did not bow- because it doesn’t work in this case in such a
flowery way, - I definitely in one second recognized and was grateful. She did
not tell me anything that I can remember, but it was nice to see her, to know
she was there. If there was an exchange, I have forgotten it, - in the brain
and mind anyways- maybe something resides in other levels still- the spirit-
and then we are back to the thing that happens in the presence of someone
itself- rather than what was said. Anya I learned, in research, is a form of
Anna, and Anna is a form usually of Hannah, from Israel, from Judaism. and I
think from the Bible. All three are beautiful names, soft, feminine, and Anna
reminds me of the word Amma, which I believe means mother. All receptive, soft,
nurturing, even a bit poetic monikers. Anya also reminded me of the group Enya,
- again, heavenly orchestras- string music, cosmic and spiritual themes so on.
So it was a good thing all, good things all round…
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