I was just heading home. I decided to walk, since finding out which car will go first was impossible. "Yes we go" "When?" "Soon". "Sorry we decided we go later". So I was walking and after maybe 40 minutes someone stopped, a van. A woman and an old man inside, both very happy. The woman immediately got off the van, and got back in in the back, saying that it's too cluttered to let someone in there. So I sat in the front. I learned that the man is from Belgium and the woman is German. They both lived in Portugal since years. They were constantly switching the languages that they spoke: Portugese, German and English. Sometimes they would switch the language in the middle of the sentence, another time they would just insert an expression from another language in the middle of the sentence. They asked if it's fine if we stop for a coffee at the coffee shop, that was separating the 5km country road leading to the camp from the main village road. I said yes and soon they were ordering something which I think was coffee with milk. But there was a lot of milk in it, the fluid was almost white. I went to toilet and when I went out they were no longer at the counter. I went out and I found the German woman sitting on a bench in front of the shop, talking with those men who typically sit in front of village bars. In fact, the coffee shop looked a bit like a bar also. I sat on the bench next to her. She was talking with the men and laughing, again switching among the three languages, as it turned out that the man sitting next to her is also German. She sounded as if she knew them for years but they just met. Then came the man and started talking to me. He said that this year the gathering was too confusing, there were too many people and too many new people coming just for short time, thinking that it's like some kind of festival, without trying to understand what rainbow is about. So also there were less workshops, as it was difficult to get the people organised. He said he would usually give an astrology workshop, asking people about their birthdays, and ordering them on the ground according to the places where their planets currently are. And then next day he would move the positions of people a bit, according to how the planets moved. He said that people can then observe how they influence each other, who is standing closer, who is standing opposite, and can make a connection with how they feel about those people, whether they get along or not. I thought that's a very interesting idea.
We then continued but first after we got in the car the man would be finishing off making his joint. The woman yelled "let's go let's go let's go" and the man silenced her by saying "Are you in a hurry?" with the tone of voice suggesting that being in a hurry would be a very bad thing to do. The woman then excused herself saying that it's just coffee that made her hyperactive. After few minutes we drove off, with the old van, that was making all strange kind of noises, and we were going 40 km/h.
The man asked me what I was doing in life. That turned out to be difficult to explain. He kept on asking what do I actually do at work throughout the day, and he could not understand how one can manage to spend more than 1h at the computer daily. He said that after one hour he feels sick and is done for the rest of the day. And that he loses all inspiration in front of the computer screen.
We were approaching the town they were supposed to leave me. Then the man said I could actually stay at their place, few kilometres further, and take a bus from that place the next day. Because he sounded so confident about the bus I took the risk and said yes, but soon I realised that we were definitely not on the same page. It turned out they don't know exactly when the buses go or how often they go. Soon it also became clear that we were talking about two-three buses during the whole day, rather than a regular connection. And still I had to change buses two times on the way. So when they realised I'm going to Faro the next day because of a flight, they got a bit worried and started to think how to help me. For example the woman strongly advised that I hitchhike, as there was some event in Faro the next day in the evening. "But her flight is at 2", said the man. "But she could easily get a ride of she waited till the evening", the woman replied. Next she offered me a ride but on Wednesday, while my flight was on Tuesday. That did not feel good at all. A weird idea crossed my mind and I asked "Do you maybe have Internet at your place?" "no, Internet we don't have". We stopped at a gas station to ask about the time of the morning bus and luckily it was 7:20. In such case I could even hitchhike, I thought. Then came the second question, as after three days of rolling in the mud I really need to make myself look decent enough to be let inside the plane: "..and do you have a shower at your place?" "well, not really. . It's a kind of solar shower. . Which means if you're lucky the water is warm and if not then it's really cold."... "ok great", I thought. "What did I expect, going with two hippies.. a living room and big TV set?"... i started preparing myself mentally for a freezing cold whole body shower. "It does not matter I have been freezing for last three nights in the tent, no..", I tried to convince myself.
We got to the place. It turned out that "our place" did not include the woman and she came only for a tea. besides that the place was.. a house with potential. A country house with big veranda with walls made of glass windows, so that in the end it looked like a greenhouse. The floor inside was just soil and/or cement and there were two big wooden tables. And an old sofa that has been used by the dog a lot. And chairs, of course. The man said the first thing I should do is to take the shower, while the water may still be warm. We got in the yard and I was presented the solar shower. Among the hens walking, there was a wooden plate, one meter in diameter, directed in the way that it was facing the sun, and a garden hose, convoluted into a spiral, fixed on top of the wooden board. "Even if the water is warm there's not much of it" I thought. But I undressed and prepared the shampoo. I opened the tap a little so that the water ran very slowly. As soon as I realised that it's warm I spontaneously decided to start from my hair and to worry about the cold later. But the cold didn't come. I finished washing my whole body and the water was still warm. Even more, it was hot. It was just right temperature for a hot shower! I finished but of course I had no towel with me. I looked at the dog who came to me, I was standing there naked, and he wanted something. He wanted to play. He brought a big cone with him, apparently his toy. He made it so obvious that he's asking me to play with him that I could not say no. I was dressing up, throwing the cone every few seconds, and the dog was running after it to bring it back. I even tried pretending that I'm throwing something to see if he still runs but no, he saw I did not throw anything and was looking at me with the "wtf" face expression. Once I also threw the cone against a tree and after he didn't find it on the ground he started looking up at the tree, to see if it got stuck there. It was a very smart dog!
After I finished dressing up I got into the house. The woman was still there but soon she decided to go home. The man asked me if I want a joint also, I asked for a short one and with less tabaco.
While having smoked a bit of weed I observed a very important thing: the mind remembers shitload of things and makes connections between them. I don't know why, but it seems that if I smoke, I become much more aware of these connections. Such various thoughts run through my mind that it's amazing that the mind has connected those things, as me myself would never think of it. Many memories were crossing my mind that I would never think I still remembered. And when I was aware of those connections (it was something like 3 thoughts per second), then the mood of the current situation, my perception of it were becoming really clear. And also clear became all the projections. And I saw that there's shitload of them, shitload. And I bet everyone's mind is doing it. Just subconsciously. The brain is like super sensitive computer, constantly gathering information, and then replaying everything that can be in any way relevant, that is in any way connected. Probably this is also how the dreams work. But one thing I understood is also how much we are influenced by the past. There's still so much to learn, to be able to recognise such mini projections on daily basis, without smoking anything. I bet it's possible.
We started cooking. At least we tried. soon it turned out that there's no gas anymore and we had to use a small camping gas cooker. Also there was no tomato sauce. But in the end we managed to prepare something that tasted pretty okay. Also at some point some people came into the house with their children, they were sometimes speaking to us, sometimes just doing their stuff. They cooked something for themselves too. The man asked if I wanted him to check my real zodiac sign and it's characteristics, that is based not only on date of birth but also exact time of birth. Of course I wanted to. I asked my mother via sms about my time off birth. He said he needs to open the android application, where he can see how the planets were aligned at this time. He asked me where I was born and instead of searching the coordinates he just put them out of the memory in the input fields. I was shocked. "How can you possibly know the coordinates by heart?!" "I can. I was a ship captain". He said he knows the coordinates of the main cities by heart. And that's how it was easier for him to learn about astrology later. He was completely distrusting the things like horoscope, until he got one of astrologist telling him about his sign. He said he fell off the chair then.
We then continued but first after we got in the car the man would be finishing off making his joint. The woman yelled "let's go let's go let's go" and the man silenced her by saying "Are you in a hurry?" with the tone of voice suggesting that being in a hurry would be a very bad thing to do. The woman then excused herself saying that it's just coffee that made her hyperactive. After few minutes we drove off, with the old van, that was making all strange kind of noises, and we were going 40 km/h.
The man asked me what I was doing in life. That turned out to be difficult to explain. He kept on asking what do I actually do at work throughout the day, and he could not understand how one can manage to spend more than 1h at the computer daily. He said that after one hour he feels sick and is done for the rest of the day. And that he loses all inspiration in front of the computer screen.
We were approaching the town they were supposed to leave me. Then the man said I could actually stay at their place, few kilometres further, and take a bus from that place the next day. Because he sounded so confident about the bus I took the risk and said yes, but soon I realised that we were definitely not on the same page. It turned out they don't know exactly when the buses go or how often they go. Soon it also became clear that we were talking about two-three buses during the whole day, rather than a regular connection. And still I had to change buses two times on the way. So when they realised I'm going to Faro the next day because of a flight, they got a bit worried and started to think how to help me. For example the woman strongly advised that I hitchhike, as there was some event in Faro the next day in the evening. "But her flight is at 2", said the man. "But she could easily get a ride of she waited till the evening", the woman replied. Next she offered me a ride but on Wednesday, while my flight was on Tuesday. That did not feel good at all. A weird idea crossed my mind and I asked "Do you maybe have Internet at your place?" "no, Internet we don't have". We stopped at a gas station to ask about the time of the morning bus and luckily it was 7:20. In such case I could even hitchhike, I thought. Then came the second question, as after three days of rolling in the mud I really need to make myself look decent enough to be let inside the plane: "..and do you have a shower at your place?" "well, not really. . It's a kind of solar shower. . Which means if you're lucky the water is warm and if not then it's really cold."... "ok great", I thought. "What did I expect, going with two hippies.. a living room and big TV set?"... i started preparing myself mentally for a freezing cold whole body shower. "It does not matter I have been freezing for last three nights in the tent, no..", I tried to convince myself.
We got to the place. It turned out that "our place" did not include the woman and she came only for a tea. besides that the place was.. a house with potential. A country house with big veranda with walls made of glass windows, so that in the end it looked like a greenhouse. The floor inside was just soil and/or cement and there were two big wooden tables. And an old sofa that has been used by the dog a lot. And chairs, of course. The man said the first thing I should do is to take the shower, while the water may still be warm. We got in the yard and I was presented the solar shower. Among the hens walking, there was a wooden plate, one meter in diameter, directed in the way that it was facing the sun, and a garden hose, convoluted into a spiral, fixed on top of the wooden board. "Even if the water is warm there's not much of it" I thought. But I undressed and prepared the shampoo. I opened the tap a little so that the water ran very slowly. As soon as I realised that it's warm I spontaneously decided to start from my hair and to worry about the cold later. But the cold didn't come. I finished washing my whole body and the water was still warm. Even more, it was hot. It was just right temperature for a hot shower! I finished but of course I had no towel with me. I looked at the dog who came to me, I was standing there naked, and he wanted something. He wanted to play. He brought a big cone with him, apparently his toy. He made it so obvious that he's asking me to play with him that I could not say no. I was dressing up, throwing the cone every few seconds, and the dog was running after it to bring it back. I even tried pretending that I'm throwing something to see if he still runs but no, he saw I did not throw anything and was looking at me with the "wtf" face expression. Once I also threw the cone against a tree and after he didn't find it on the ground he started looking up at the tree, to see if it got stuck there. It was a very smart dog!
After I finished dressing up I got into the house. The woman was still there but soon she decided to go home. The man asked me if I want a joint also, I asked for a short one and with less tabaco.
While having smoked a bit of weed I observed a very important thing: the mind remembers shitload of things and makes connections between them. I don't know why, but it seems that if I smoke, I become much more aware of these connections. Such various thoughts run through my mind that it's amazing that the mind has connected those things, as me myself would never think of it. Many memories were crossing my mind that I would never think I still remembered. And when I was aware of those connections (it was something like 3 thoughts per second), then the mood of the current situation, my perception of it were becoming really clear. And also clear became all the projections. And I saw that there's shitload of them, shitload. And I bet everyone's mind is doing it. Just subconsciously. The brain is like super sensitive computer, constantly gathering information, and then replaying everything that can be in any way relevant, that is in any way connected. Probably this is also how the dreams work. But one thing I understood is also how much we are influenced by the past. There's still so much to learn, to be able to recognise such mini projections on daily basis, without smoking anything. I bet it's possible.
We started cooking. At least we tried. soon it turned out that there's no gas anymore and we had to use a small camping gas cooker. Also there was no tomato sauce. But in the end we managed to prepare something that tasted pretty okay. Also at some point some people came into the house with their children, they were sometimes speaking to us, sometimes just doing their stuff. They cooked something for themselves too. The man asked if I wanted him to check my real zodiac sign and it's characteristics, that is based not only on date of birth but also exact time of birth. Of course I wanted to. I asked my mother via sms about my time off birth. He said he needs to open the android application, where he can see how the planets were aligned at this time. He asked me where I was born and instead of searching the coordinates he just put them out of the memory in the input fields. I was shocked. "How can you possibly know the coordinates by heart?!" "I can. I was a ship captain". He said he knows the coordinates of the main cities by heart. And that's how it was easier for him to learn about astrology later. He was completely distrusting the things like horoscope, until he got one of astrologist telling him about his sign. He said he fell off the chair then.
