I am listening intentely to what she speaks of. Blessed amhitabba in the red western realm. His body is red and he embraces his consort. The wisdom of discrimination will come towards you from the heart of ahmithabba and his consort. On the fifth day, a green ligh and blessed Hamokasiddhi will appear from the great northern realm. His body is green in colour and he embraces his consort.

I am listening to the chanting on the album and reminded of a flash I had today: each moment is forever forgotten, most of them anyway, however sweet they have been. i think for example of my old girl M'kwaa with me for almost 5 years in her end of life. I dont seem to hve any feeling memories shared at the time. Or so very distant I cant say i recall them. Yet it existed for a while and was lovely with M'kwaa. I know it is eternal, those moments, in god's mind and creativity but isn't strange we forget them even when they made us so very happy.