Bumping Into Past Acquaintances
Back in the day, in NZ, I had a special friend, a young German woman who shared my love of rock’n’roll, Herman Hesse and getting stoned. We spent a lot of days together, always a mix of fun and philosophy and I was in love to some degree.
However, by night she was mostly with her boyfriend, a Satanist drummer in a very popular band. The few times he and I crossed paths there was this eerie white cloak / black cloak stand-off (we weren’t wearing cloaks, but he did often perform nude).
Fast forward quite a few months, she was in Sydney and I was passing through, hitchhiking 1000 kilometres to a wedding. The receptionist at her backpacker hostel said she was working at the Sydney Royal Easter Show, and didn’t know when she would be back.
I wandered around downtown Sydney, meditating with intent, guide her to me. And then we bumped into each other. I made it happen.
I know magic works.
It is hard (yep, even for me) to calculate the odds of bumping into someone you know, given that through backpacking I got to know a whole heap of people, and they are prone to wander, and I am out and about a lot, and lots of them are Aussies, and that’s where I am now… But it feels higher than chance, the bumping-intos.
Once, wandering through Melbourne I took a path I had never taken before, bumped into an old friend, and we dated for a year because of that.
I know magic works.