learning liminal

Watching Ancient Apocalypse on Netflix, when Malta came up in discussion, I couldn't help but perk up. I will need to revisit the show to make some more extensive notes for this particular blog post. I will also need to find the other show I watched where they discussed sound and how the ancient people of Malta would move objects using vibrations from sound. History of people leaving Sicily in 5000bc and landing in Malta. Building temples throughout time. Decide I should go back for a solo trip and do some historical digging next time round. Learn more about the land and history. Dig deeper into my own past. I still have faded memories of doing kid like fun activities during my first visit. The second time I visited I was exhausted and annoyed by the travel issues that took me there, so immersing myself in the culture wasn't as easy. It doesn't feel like this is my first time around. Or I am still holding those biological memories of my ancestors. But there is a connection....

 moving stuff around, like in real life.  Found myself in a busy street walking with the flow of foot traffic, busy people walking everywhere. Against my flow, I see my Nonno walking towards me, but parallel.  He looked taller, younger and more stable in the dream. Maybe had his walking stick, but for aesthetics, he wasn't using it. Perhaps I was remembering him from my younger point of view, looking up at his smiling face. I wanted a hug, but he reached out with his hand. Perhaps he was unsure how to connect from the other side. He squeezed my hand lovingly, which is odd to write, but makes complete sense to me. Touch memory was activated. I woke up reflecting and feeling very happy about seeing him. Joe Rogan popped up, but only because I saw him in a recent Netflix series. I had driven to the same pizza/bakery shop where I am hoping to find the erbazzone. Joe was ordering or paying for his pizza, when I excitedly approached him and asked if he would introduce me to the...

 I've been rearranging the kitchen. Not convinced it's working, FUCK! Should be cooking. I opened the kitchen draw to move stuff to a new location temporarily. It'll be moved around a few times, I am sure.. Then it hit me, the dream. Helping a Female pack. Maybe Mariella? Maybe someone random. But it looked like an odd version of the lemon press. Similar to mine, with the cork cylinder. But flat, with a cork bottom flat base. We were rearranging her kitchen and I found this randomly amongst her things.  Maybe she was moving? Someone else was there, they were our mutual friend? BOB maybe? She was fine with me looking through her stuff, and showing her what I knew of her stuff.  She seemed interested in what I had to say, thrilled.  Was that me, from another universe?

 Key memories: Seeing my mothers name in group names of some old school photos. Specifically her name, correctly spelled. Surname was incorrect, and I cannot recall it at this stage. Running away, but not fearful. I was confident I would be able to slip away undetected. School like set up, Ersko. Low level gates, with a step hill to the gate, no steps. So this was a challenge, the final hurdle to freedom. Once I past the gates I was walking amongst the city like streets, san fran, amsterdam tall building lining the streets with trees, to make it look less grey? The puppy I keep dreaming about. The pup that gets forgotten and left outside to fend for itself, till I remember its existence... and it comes running lovingly, like an puppy would. Like it has every time...  This time, it turned into a snake, but the head turned into a long body with a turtle type body.  Exactly the same as my 6ish year old self (dropping my penny turtle when it poked its head out, I dropped it)....

I quickly changed the main title of this blog, a bell in the distance, not the tolling of a bell, just a single gong as I finished typing that sentence. I have also quickly decided I will type in this font when describing my version of 'being liminal' going liminal? A Bell. A sound of confirmation and acceptance perhaps. leaning:   a tendency or partiality of a particular kind. liminal: 1. relating to a transitiona l  or initial stage of a process.                  2. occupying   a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. I could describe my current state, or manifest more, so I added the 'r' and make it Learning Liminal. I want more of whatever I have been gifted. I can feel, see and experience the other side, I know I have. But what does it all mean? This is why leaning is a fixed state if being, but learning is growing. What compelled to start this, not only for BunBons, but myself. I ne...