Done. I hope that I will be physically more in shape by the second week of November, to strengthen the current endeavours in that regard. At the moment I am insanely frustrated about the amount of rest I am forced to have. Intellectually I understand that my body still needs its resources to heal the surgery wound and the anesthesia remnants but one can only lay around in different rooms of the house so much. I am a bit sulky because I couldn’t use the large fire bowl outside of the house for todays rituals; I am not allowed to take stairs or to stand for too long. (I can’t wait to have the suture removed, I can’t meditate fully relaxed like this 
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Thankfully, burned bay leaves smell exceptionally nice to me; I burned them in my altar room, pulling the harvest of my work and my endeavours towards me and mine. The name فاروق / Faruq illuminated my mind all of a sudden while I inhaled the scent of the burned leaves. I suppose that this should serve as a reminder that I am always obliged to tell right from wrong when dealing with personal material matters.