04-24-2012, 05:33 PM
We know that in many old tribes (African and American Indian and Austrialian), a child is given a true name, as well as a name to be known by and to be called. So those people are identified with a sound, but a sound without correct frequency.
When I was 25 (long long long ago), I died in a car accident. While in and out of coma for a few months, and 8 surgeries in hospital, two elderly family members did me a great service. To help my healing and survival, and mainly to fool the angel of death, they performed a spiritual ceremony, and re-named me. I may have been about 6 months out of hospital, when one of them called me to tell me what my name is.
I don't believe that I have any enemies at this point in my life, but this was not always true (Youth . . . ! ! . . . . . . ). I do know that over the years, I always felt a comfort and a safety, knowing that anyone wishing me harm didn't know what my true name was.
To this day it remains my secret.
I've never thought about this, though, in regards to love. I feel love, and I also feel trusted. I've always assumed it's just my face. I think I have the sort of face people trust and talk to. So I hold many secrets actually, and I've always feel glad when someone confides in me, that they choose me, because I do keep their secrets.
But you know, actually, when people talk to me they do have all of my attention but shortly afterward, (a day or two ?), I forget. It's absolutely wiped out of my mind. Sometimes I bump into strangers (say, in the grocery), and they approach me as if I know them. Smiling, happy, asking how I am (?), and I do put it together, that it's probably one of "them."
When I was 25 (long long long ago), I died in a car accident. While in and out of coma for a few months, and 8 surgeries in hospital, two elderly family members did me a great service. To help my healing and survival, and mainly to fool the angel of death, they performed a spiritual ceremony, and re-named me. I may have been about 6 months out of hospital, when one of them called me to tell me what my name is.
I don't believe that I have any enemies at this point in my life, but this was not always true (Youth . . . ! ! . . . . . . ). I do know that over the years, I always felt a comfort and a safety, knowing that anyone wishing me harm didn't know what my true name was.
To this day it remains my secret.
I've never thought about this, though, in regards to love. I feel love, and I also feel trusted. I've always assumed it's just my face. I think I have the sort of face people trust and talk to. So I hold many secrets actually, and I've always feel glad when someone confides in me, that they choose me, because I do keep their secrets.
But you know, actually, when people talk to me they do have all of my attention but shortly afterward, (a day or two ?), I forget. It's absolutely wiped out of my mind. Sometimes I bump into strangers (say, in the grocery), and they approach me as if I know them. Smiling, happy, asking how I am (?), and I do put it together, that it's probably one of "them."
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