Today I had breakfast at Peter's, for I had left some of the kitchen stuff I'd use later when I was back here in Anjuna. From the backside of the house I saw many cows, one of which started running towards me after I came there. She stopped very close to me like trying to sense who I was, as if she'd known me from her previous life. I was chatting with her kindly and interested in the reaction. Has she loved me or feared me before? It felt and looked like love to me, so I don't know, maybe an Indian cow's life really is freedom and happiness. Compared to other countries at least (or what I've heard). Also after I left just now to come and create in my room, on the way to my place (100meters) there were four young female cows that were shocked to see me and started running away. I talked nicely to them as well like you don't have to fear me, don't worry, and they slowed down, two of them stopped for a while and I sent them kisses and waved. Now I don't know what these cows did to me in another life but two of them literally shit themselves. So it made me wonder how we can never know what kind of life we will have to experience the life after this one. And made me even more fascinated about life and afterlife. And just when I got to my room, took my laptop to the balcony and started writing, another bull is standing hiding the front of his body and showing me his ass (not sure was it a male or a female, I tried to look but too late). First s/he yells so that I notice him. Then s/he lifts her tail and starts shitting. :DDDDDD So that got me thinking if I was a bitch to someone else :DDDD And if cow life is a good thing or not. At least it's pretty boring compared to mine. At least they got time to chew their past lives and apparently one person can cause such reactions in them. Hahahahaha this is so funny. Feels like my life is a play and I'm the head actress. But it's also funny for I have the power of now to create my own movie, no matter what the other actors do around me.
Yesterday in Arambol, before Babal came to pick me up with a taxi, I was eating greek salad (not the traditional tho x) at Black Pearl that became my regular place for the guys who worked there. An old, poor, thin man with a stick came begging. I don't always know if they want money, food or something else but I felt like giving him a massage. I stood up and walked closer to him and gave him my hand. He took it away pretty soon and I put mine on his back. I asked him to sit down and gave him some energy and some relaxing, though there were almost nothing to massage. Sajid was talking with him and I understood he's from Karnataka, a place between Goa and Kerala (Gokarna is there, and Hampi, both worth experiencing). He brought him rice and dal (lentils) to eat but he rather took it with him, maybe there was someone he wanted to share it with. I've seen that the ones who have very little, share the most. What I've come to understand is that when people have power and money, they often lose the connection to everyone not important to them. Maybe because there are so many of them that have so little and they just want to go on with their lives not thinking about other stuff.To me it feels wrong and I want to be changing that. At least there is something I can give to show my respect for the life of a beggar is not a nice one. But very humble. So I wonder what they have done in their previous life..
Here in Anjuna, I'm staying in the last room of a row house. My land lady named Simple with his husband is renting it to me. Next room from mine is their kitchen (there's a door between but it's locked and a curtain on it), then the living room, their bedroom and in the other end there's another room with a kitchen and a bathroom that is now empty but is rented out (around ten years now) to an older German guy, whom I never saw but will write a letter to. He knows a lot about hindu Gods and is coming back after I leave. Going to leave him my card just in case he wants to contact me. Anyway I was the first one to live in this room because it only now got ready. The walls are neon green and citrus and the sheets also, with green flowers.
Last night I saw her 6yo son for the first time, for he spent Christmas holidays at his grandparents. Shiven, his name (from Shiva), and already I know he is a very special child and there is a strong connection between us. He brought all his toys outside on my balcony. Two drums, piano+mic, guitar and a flying helicopter from last Christmas. I played all of them a little and with the piano I also sang. Babal was chilling there and Simple got us tea and cookies and Shiven gave me all the different cookie packages (much smaller than in Finland), that I later gave back to Simple. Poppy, a male dog that lives on the yard who I've been giving reiki to, came to say hi to me and get some loving. His friend, to whom he gets jealous of my touch came also and Poppy started - what's the word for the noise a dog makes when he doesn't like another dog? - anyway doing that and he backed off, I was like no don't be mad now stop it, you are friends Poppy don't be jealous, he can get reiki too, but Poppy was very jealous and the other one left. Shiven ran there too and fought-played a little with the dog, not touching but scaring him. He wanted me to see his room and I went inside their home. Simple showed me all the rooms and told me with which colours she wants to paint which walls. Kitchen will be pink or purple, I might even get them some of the paints. For present before I leave. Shiven was already in bed and I tried something the hyperactive 3 year old boys in the kindergarten I did my practice in 2014 loved, drawing on his back. Yup, he liked it as well. We said good nights and I came in my room for a dance before sleep.
So many things happen everywhere I go that I keep forgetting to update stuff. Geeta, a mermaid goddess (at least to me) left yesterday back to Mumbai. She was at the house when we came to my room but we were waiting for the key and while we were hanging out on my balcony, Babal saw her passing by on the road. She called us a bit later. I'll create something with her one day. When I come back to Goa next time. Visualising in three years and already have many ideas what to do. After new year's eve one day I was having breakfast at Geeta's and there were the two other guests staying in the fields (how they call the place) too and I was asking to hear of hindu gods. Loved the way they explained stories about them and their relations and doings, reincarnations and all. Since then I've been asking many to tell me any religion stories, while I share my stories on other crazy things. From muslims I tend to ask for example how many wives do they want (some hindu gods also have many wives). Luckily everyone's okay with me asking stuff like this and the talks are very light and funny. I just really like to know how other people view life and what kind of rules do they follow themselves and why. To me god is love and it is everywhere unless there's disconnection of some kind (body-mind-spirit). All these stories about gods try to explain the potential of what can happen when you choose to be different god types in different situations. For example Shiva is the destroyer, he destroys all that must be destroyed, or sometimes it's his temper acting. But he is also many other versions, nine sides of one god. Then there are 30 000 other gods who basically are all together one god, the god we all know. So our god has so many different forms and ways to exist that it's a matter of choosing which type of gods do people pray to, and which type of gods we want to be ourselves. Okay too much of this now, but this is also my journal (among two other journals I'm writing, pen and paper) and I love that I have different memories in different places.
Today we went to see Max at his work Hostel Los Abrigo, it was the same place me and Tessa spent our first two nights in Goa before prison, just opposite of it and with a different name. It was a very pretty place, a lot of trees and plants, nice chill out settings and a menu. If it's not a guest house I'm gonna have in Goa, then it's a vegan place, child care or a healing centre. We'll see. Max wasn't there so I figured it's lunch time (around 4pm) and because Artjuna was near and their concept I love (salads, smoothies, other veg food, good coffee, beautiful yard and lovely staff), Babal dropped me there and came a bit later himself. There I saw two mermaid kids climbing on a tree, for there's a play area built for kids around a few trees. One day I called my god son's 9yo sister Linn-Julia from the treehouse when I was there. While I was having pumpkin carrot zucchini feta soup and Max called that he's there now. So we went to hang out with him a bit. Then we tried if Johan is home, but there were only Rohit's girlfriend Masha and her friend Ana (not sure of the names now), both were from Slovenia and Masha I had seen twice before. To me she felt like a witch sister, her eyes were very special. They told me stuff about black magic, dragons and full power witches in Slovenia. Also on new year's eve there were a few other witch-like girls in Pappichulo, very beautiful, Vampire Diaries comes to mind. We tried calling Omkar but no luck. We stopped at some store from where I got postcards. Went to Ganga to eat something and back home 'cause it was almost 8 and I wanted to chill with my new friend.
We were sitting on my balcony when Shiven came back from his grandma where he was crying that he wants to go back home. Simple made some tea again and Shiven came with a laptop to show pictures of him as a child and a local wedding in a temple near by (I want one temple sightseeing day with a camera before Friday, maybe tomorrow). He was such a special looking boy as a baby too. Tomorrow is his holiday, so maybe we hang out tomorrow as well. It is a master number day, 11.1.1 (2017=1). This number gave me a gateway to the world I'm now living in. It's a spiritual code to start preparing for your life purpose. I don't remember when it was exactly, but two or three years ago I begun seeing this number and found out what it meant and what to do and started doing with the help of strangers. Later more numbers joined the ride and they all mean different things. Such an epic ride it has been, and it only continues. If there are number sequences you keep seeing, google the number with meaning. I like Sacred Scribes Angel Numbers by Joanne, that's where I read about them. Anyway, Babal left and I brought the tea cups back and Shiven was playing with his toys (at least 4 helicopters and some cars). I sat down to play with him for a while before saying good night and finishing this story. All day today I used this new powerful forehead jewellery of mine I got from Arambol. The stone has some interesting powers and I can feel the protection it gives me towards negative energies. I feel much lighter and happier when I'm wearing it. Going to write about stones to the other blog that is more about things like that. Also I want to get a crystal bible that almost all the crystal shops have, and learn more about them. I bought some stones in Israel, but haven't really use them yet, only for a few times and a short while.
Okay okay okay it's almost midnight and 111 is about to begin. I wash my face and put on the powerful forehead stone and hope to travel astral. Byeee <3
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