Once upon an airport...

Weekly Letter, 6th September, 2024

First time since I started this adventure that I am not typing in the comfort of my home. I am at the airport and my flight has been delayed so I need to fill in the gap (sigh).

The noise in here is really loud and I am deeply uncomfortable but…what can I do?

Literally nothing so I just smile.

I have found that, along with dancing (I can't do that here realistically) or tapping yourself in the head and chest (yes, as if you were a crazy person) helps a lot.

It keeps your mind off the thoughts (and swear words) associated with, essentially, wanting to burn the whole place down and make every shouty soul here disappear…

But I am too kind for that, right?

That would have been the old me, the “in my 20s” me… looking at the glass half empty and moaning about pretty much everything since it was cool to be right.

Being Right

On the other hand, the truth is that you are always right.

I know, mindbogging. Read up.

Say that you can't stand your wife's mother because she is shouty (like these jerks sitting next to me here) and she calls you ‘sweety' (which you hate because you know she really does NOT like you).

So, for you, Greta (made-up) is a hipocryte b1tcth…

Well, you're right because you truly believe so.

In your mind, that's what she is so that is a truth.

She is also right in the fact that you are a total asshole of a loser who fobbed off her candid daughter and you're not even rich!!

She's right too. In her mind.

This has been blowing (ironically) my mind recently.

This is a hermetic principle and, if you don't know what the hermetic principles are… (Greta was always right about you!).

I am sorry to tell you that everything you see, smell, touch, hear or taste is a total illusion (well, actually I am stealing these words from the very same Buddha).

It does not exist, it is a construct in your mind.

I know I am crazy, I don't deny it and, in fact, I thank God every day I am but, crazy does not mean wrong.

Blink Twice

I have gone to the cinema this week (rare event as lately nothing really appeals me in the slightest).

I hesitated to watch “Blink Twice” because I could see some blood and violence in the trailer and I am trying not to feed myself with such content BUT being a psychological thriller (and nothing else in my top preference) I went.

Spoiler alert: if you have not seen it and mean to, stop reading here if you want, although I won’t spoil it (maybe convince you to go too!).

I liked it but did not understand fully when leaving the screening or, let's say, there were a few things I did not catch.

But the longer it goes, the more I understand and like it.

It is based on this hermetic principle: all is mind.

And, as usual, with all new technologies or developments it can be as amazing as scary…depending on the use you make of it.

(Trying to be a little cryptic)

So let's compare it to when the Internet emerged in our lives.

Some were scared of the potential consequences (and they were right) and some where excited by the potential amazing things to come (and they were right too).

Now we all know that you can make a good use of the Internet and a bad one, right?

I don't really want to ruin your cinema experience if you decide to go so I'll leave it there.

If you are interested in human behavior, the nature of reality, the mind, psicology and all these fascinating subjects, you wanna watch it for sure.

Noise has calm down a bit it seems…

Or maybe is just me concentrating in my business and focussing.

I just had a meal that I better forget and *drum roll* please…

Still water!!!

Yes, unfortunately that is a rarity. I would be in the second glass of wine by now but there is somehow a new me leaving the cocoon.

Pluto

Look, I get it. You most likely joined my Letter because you were following me on IG or whatever.

Why?

Because I am a good looking (mega old) chick with a nice ass and a big smile.

And that is OK.

I bet you did not know I could write too, or sing, or be an astrologer, or cook (that’s a lie, I am terrible at that).

One of the things about this adult content creation job is that you are straight away labelled as a slut (yeah, that blunt) or as a brainless useless woman (by very judgemental unhappy people that is).

Nothing fardest from reality.

Some of the most clever, smart and valuable women do this line of work.

You need to have a good pair of balls to do this and not give a damn about what people think about you.

THAT shows courage, fearlessness and independence.

Very undervalued traits nowadays when herd mentality is proving to be against the times ahead.

Anyway, I disgress…

I am going through the hardest transit one can experience in their life: Pluto over my Sun in Capricorn (27 degrees).

Don't worry, I won't chew your ear with this now, just note that I went into cocoon a few years back as a caterpillar and I am about to break free as a butterfly.

Long and deep transformation process.

Oh fuck… gotta go!

Boarding…

I'll tell you all about my trip in the next week's letter so stay tuned.

I am going to see some yogi (and he's hot) who offers naked yoga 1-1 individual sessions with healing and regression work. Promising.

All my love your way,

Rose :)

P.D. If, after last week's letter you still are one of those sending me dick-pics...I am lost for words now (and that is really difficult being ME, I find words very easily).