posted November 03, 2021 08:52 PM              

Self? Verily, I'm aiight, I suppose. Haven't done the hypnosis/suggestions thing yet. Been too busy, and it feels like there is a part of me that disagrees with it for some reason. Part of me knows that it is overly controlling and that is not Spirit and Love's way. I'm just very, very tired. Tired of feeling so connected to someone that doesn't seem to care, and constantly worrying, "am I just deluded about everything?". If I am deluded, then I want/need to end that.

posted November 10, 2021 05:54 PM              

In any case, hope the confusion (?) clears and clarity replaces it.

posted November 11, 2021 08:21 PM              

Np, take care.

posted December 28, 2021 03:32 PM            

Sonnet 116 / by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

_____________________________________________

May I never stand in the way of two people who are truly in love.

Love is not true love
that changes whenever an issue comes up
or ends when the beloved disappears.

No, it is a permanent thing
that goes through wild storms and is never shaken.

It is the constant North Star used as a guide by all lost ships,
whose value is immeasurable, although is often taken for granted.

Love is not dependent on time, though your youthful rosy lips and cheeks
are inevitably affected by the cruel effect of time,
love alters not with over the course of a few brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the end of the world!

If this is wrong and can be proved otherwise,

I have never written anything of value,

and no one ever truly loved.

posted February 03, 2022 03:05 PM            

Act I

Pinkerton [raises Butterfly gently, and goes out with her on the terrace]
Child, from whose eyes the witchery is shining,
now you are all my own.
You're clad all in lily white raiment.
How sweet are your tresses of brown
in your snowy garment.

Butterfly [goes down from the terrace, Pinkerton follows her]
I am like
the Moon's little Goddess,
the little Moon-Goddess who comes down by night
From her bridge in the star-lighted sky.

Pinkerton
Bewitching all mortals...

Butterfly
Then she takes them,
And she wraps them in mantle of white
And away she bears them, To realms high above.

Pinkerton
But dear one, as yet you have not told me,
Have not told me yet that you love me
D'you think that my Goddess
knows the sweet words I am yearning to hear?

Butterfly
She knows, but perhaps will not say them,
For fear she may die of her love,
for fear she may die of her love!

Pinkerton
Fear not, my dearest, for love does not mean dying,
rather living, And it
radiates happiness celestial.

[drawing close to Butterfly and taking her face in his hands]

I see it shine, as in your eyes, dearest, I'm gazing.

[Butterfly, with a sudden movement, withdraws herself from Pinkerton's ardent embrace]

Butterfly [reticently]
I used to think: if any one should want me...
[stops short]

Pinkerton
Why do you falter?

Butterfly [resuming, simply]
I used to think: if any one should want me
Then perhaps for a time I might have married
'Twas then that the Nakodo
Came to me with your marriage offer
But, the truth I must confess:
At the beginning, all he said was useless.
A stranger from America!
a foreigner! a barbarian!
Forgive me, I did not know...

Pinkerton [encouraging her to go on]
My gentle darling! and then?
Continue...

Butterfly
But now, beloved
You are the world, more than the world to me.
Indeed I liked you the very first moment
That I saw you.

[Butterfly has a sudden panic and puts her hands to her ears, as though she still heard her relatives shouting; then she rallies and once more turns confidingly to Pinkerton.]

You're so strong,
so handsome! Your laugh
is so open and so hearty!
The things you say are so fascinating.
Now I am happy.
Yes, I am happy.

[Night has closed in completely; the sky is unclouded and closely strewn with stars]

Butterfly [slowly drawing nearer to Pinkerton] [tenderly, almost beseechingly]
Ah, love me a little,
oh, just a very little,
As you would love a baby
'Tis all that I ask for.
Ah, love me a little
I come of a people
accustomed to little;
Grateful for love that's silent;
Light as a blossom
And yet everlasting
As the sky, as the fathomless ocean.

Pinkerton
Give me your darling hands that I may kiss them

[bursts out very tenderly]

My Butterfly! aptly your name was chosen,
Gossamer creation...

[at these words Butterfly's face clouds over and she withdraws her hands]

Butterfly
They say that in your country
If a butterfly

[with an expression of fear]

is caught by man,
He'll pierce its heart with a needle,

[with anguish]
And then leave it to perish!

Pinkerton [taking her hands again gently, and smiling]
Some truth there is in that,
And can you tell me why?
That you may not escape.

[with ardour and embracing her affectionately]

See, I have caught you...
I hold you as you flutter.
Be mine.

Butterfly [throwing herself into his arms]
Yes, yours forever.

Pinkerton
Come, then, come then...

[Butterfly draws back, as though ashamed of having been too bold]

Love, what fear holds you trembling.
Have done with all misgivings.

[points to the starlit sky]

The night doth enfold us!
See the world lies sleeping!

Butterfly [looking at the sky, enraptured]
Ah! Night of rapture!

Pinkerton
Come then, come then.

Butterfly
Stars unending!
Never have I seen such glory!

Pinkerton
The night doth enfold us!
Ah! hasten, hasten!
The night enfolds us!..
See the world lies sleeping!

Butterfly
Night of rapture! Stars unending!

Pinkerton
Hasten, hasten!

Butterfly
Never have I seen such glory!

Pinkerton
Hasten, hasten!

Butterfly
Throbbing, sparkling, each star in heaven,

Pinkerton
Come, my dearest!

Butterfly
like a fiery eye is flashing. Oh!
Oh! how kindly are the heavens,
Ev'ry star that shines afar!
Is gazing on us, lighting our future for us...

Pinkerton [with amorous desire]
Cast all fear from out your heart!
Close to my heart I hold you.
You're mine now,
ah! come, come you are mine now
Ah! come then, see the
whole world lies a-sleeping!..
Close to my heart I hold you,
come!

Butterfly
Oh how kindly are the heavens
on us shining!

Pinkerton
See the world lies a-sleeping.
Ah! come! ah, come then, dearest!
Ah! come, come then, be mine
ah come!

Butterfly
See the stars!
Ah, lovely night!
Thy perfect calm is breathing love
near and far!

[They go up from the garden into the house]

The curtain falls.

This is the poster for the 1904 world premiere of this most beautiful opera. Butterfly here is being showed looking out of her window patiently waiting for B.F. Pinkerton to come…