Just as the day, that had already been seen, arrived in Stockholm of self-separation and identifying with the slayer of the one who chose solitude, today it has arrived as the one of the solar sphere.
Where identification was made with the one who walked in the direction of servitude.
The burning and scaring on my face as I arrived to make that choice is also present.
To the place I am, waiting for Sevgilim to arrive.
Just now I pick up the diary only to finish its pages.
As I went through the sleeve, after seeing Sevgilim ,to find the paper I grabbed to write down a vision I had that began with being at a gathering with the family with Sevgilim present.
Trying to get Carol’s attention about what worldly things contain.
Her attention along with everyone’s attention was drawn toward an orator, who was talking of worldly things.
I read about this weekend in a note I wrote years before.