under mysterious circumstances...
”The thing is, we are in a black hole regarding those magical experiences.”
”The thing is, we are in a black hole regarding those magical experiences.”
“What, do you mean geographically, or astrologically?”
“Well, maybe both…”
We are standing in her kitchen. I am pouring the homemade Mexican guacamole loaded with red onion, coriander, lime juice, salt and pepper, and 5 avocados that I had brought into a large serving bowl. She is washing and halving strawberries and placing them in a spiral on a plate, to be joined by raspberries and chocolate squares. Waiting for the rest of the girls to join us for our Mexican feast.
She’s a tarot reader, with a fluid bohemian life story not dissimilar to mine who had somehow landed in Mallorca 5 years earlier and hasn’t been able to leave the island due to overstaying her visa and living here illegally ever since.
We are talking about my move back to the UK. She tells me her favourite music — trip hop — came from Bristol. I tell her my most kismet Bristol story.
I was 26, maybe 27, living in London, visiting a friend of mine who was working as a nanny in a big beautiful eco house in Bristol for the weekend. On Saturday night I woke up at 4 am to the familiar rumble of a large bass speaker vibrating 120 bpm into the earth somewhere out there. There was a party happening! I got up, shimmied into a little outfit, and packed a bag with essentials and a 1.5L bottle of water and I strolled out the door without waking the others. Into the navy-grey light of a British summer dawn following the sound. It took me an hour and a strange detour that landed me beside a giant generator with a similar hum as an electronic music party until I found my way across a meadow and up a gentle hill. There a small party of 50 people were rolling or bouncing around high as kites on psychedelics and amphetamines. As soon as I walked up a man approached me, parched, and asked if he could have a drink of my water. “Of course!” I smiled “Drink as much as you need”. A few gulps later he reached into his pocket and fished out an ecstasy pill to give to me. “Thanks,” he said with a wink and wandered back to his friends. I popped the pill in my mouth, sipped some water to help it slide down, found a place to sit ad take it all in and texted my friend with my location. As I became acquainted with some new friends, my hand gently fondling the soft grass, I found 7 four-leafed clovers all next to each other, which I picked and pressed into a notebook I had brought with me. It was a magical, mystical day.
“Kismet, magical things like this used to happen to me all the time” I closed my story with. “But things haven’t felt that way since I moved here. I don’t wander upon magical things here. I feel constricted.”
“I agree, those random, special moments here are few and far between. It’s the energetics, it’s the astrology, it’s the history of sparseness and struggle of the island itself. The island itself has a lot of clumsy wounded feminine energy and it attracts a lot of women who are working through something to it, or couples come and often leave uncoupled.” She continued. “It’s not an open place. It’s a place that invites you to go deep inside and excavate what’s been hurting you all your life. It is just one of those zones.”
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