Mohammed Moving On

I ran into a man I know, who is named Mohammed, on the bus.  He is a very hard worker, but today he had a day off.  We spoke a bit and I did let him know that I am going to be in a different vicinity.  I spoke of vicinity to be for me as a stone's throw from nice shops and restaurants.  I shook his hand and introduced myself properly.  I let him know that my name in Arabic (Hope) is Amal.  He smiled.  He is very physically beautiful, and his eyes shown masterful brown today.  I get the feeling that this being is best in casual relations with people, and that is how I have been living myself for the last decade.  Telepathically, I can be closer, but I keep that in my dreams and my artistry.  Sometimes an entity is best when he is left unknown, but noticed when he is physically near.  I am careful when I deal with the egos and lives of Arab men.  I see them as beings who are evolving, spiritually and in personality at this time.  He is always so kind to me.  He has an ability to make me feel special and like I am the only person in the room.  I have this innate feeling like I would love to set him free.  Maybe that is what I am doing by just acknowledging him and his kindness.  It is a mind state at this time, and maybe later he will get official documents that are what he needs to see the whole scene properly.  Thank you Mohammed.  I needed your bright energy today.  It was best that we had an experience away from the restaurant where you work so that you can see who I am properly.  Chung Moo means balanced mind and strong body.  It is on my right ankle tattoo that I designed myself.