Liba Lepuma Galya

the heart continues revealing itself to the mouth ... drop by drop

waking this morning, devarim emet:

p1: a muddled (ט) "tuh..." sound
p2: the sound of something falling (נ) with a paradoxical (א) impression (ת) of thudding around on the ground

טנא-ת -> paradoxically bestow and contain truth

Then I fell back to sleep and dreamt.

I was a teenager with brothers and sisters in my parents house on the rural outskirts of town. Our parents were out for the night. It was raining. Real hard. Real real hard. A truck deliberately ran off the road that runs in front of the house into the soft mushy rain-soaked ground, cutting a deep path with its wheels. It did it on purpose - to create a "danger zone" in our once level and stable front yard.

As it continued to rain hard, the cut path opened up into a huge stream-rivered valley. I told my brothers and sisters that we'd have to keep an eye on the dangerously widening valley overnight because the house might fall into it if it continued to widen like it was on account of the deluge. We might have to leave the house and flee for our lives if the small cliff-like edge crept any closer. But, it didn't creep. The ground collapse came suddenly.

All of a sudden, the ground underneath the house gave way and it slid down into the valley and was buried in mud. I didn't know if we'd escape alive or not.

But, we did. We were found at the edge and brought up out of the mud.

Flashback dream. We lived in a party-town (like a perpetual Mardi Gra or something) on a street lined by apartment buildings which opened up to perpetual wild partying in the streets. From an upper floor fenced porch where we had been observing the people on the street, I and my friend went inside our apartment because we didn't like parties. The party people didn't like us and I feared for our safety.

So, we went out the apartment door on the other end (away from the street into the country) and walked to a woman's house in a trailer park which bordered the town. Her house was "illegal" to the townspeople. She was a witch or something. But, we went there anyway. It was relatively safe with her. We'd really be in trouble if the townspeople found out we went there and more importantly, that we had skipped out on their party to go there.

Just then, as we arrived inside her trailer house, the whole town was suddenly covered with mud and irrevocably destroyed. We had escaped certain death by going to the witchy woman's "illegal" trailer-house on the edge of town.

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