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Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Is
it really already one week ago I last was online? This one week
has flown by just like those beautiful butterflies we've been watching.
What happened? Well, first of all, on Friday morning we took off
in our little red pulsar shuttle and went 'out in the blue'... 
 What a sunny, wonderful
and wickedly dellllllightful weekend! Romantic. Fun. And lots of
other yummy things too. We did all the things that out-in-the-blue
travelers do. Such as playing frisbee, accompagnied by nice music.
Going to beautiful restaurants. And to the cinemas. Bush-walking.
Checking out little roads that seem to lead somewhere exciting.
And stopping for innumerous Long Blacks (oz-word for expresso, but
three times bigger).
 Living out dreams of
Koh Pha Ngan as well as Mush. Enjoying the greatest of blue skies.
Chilling out in the sand. Swimming and playing in the great ocean
waves. Watching sunsets...
 We didn't find
that Bali guesthouse. It found us.
 Had scrumptious
ozzie-food all the way. At this place, we stopped and had some oysters.
Everything here in Oz seems to be bigger than elsewhere. The prawns,
for instance. Sunday afternoon we bought a kilo of fresh prawns
from two fishermen selling it from their car, then went off for
the beach where we enjoyed them with lemon, avocado and iceberg
lettuce.
 Saturday night, we drove
on little rough dirt roads into a national reserve where Deb knew
there'd be a doof party.
 When the sun rose, we
realised the party was situated at a beautiful little lake.
 Relaxing after
some hours of djembe drumming at a Sunday night 'drum circle' in
a park near the beach in Surfer's Paradise (yes, that is actually
the name of a city! People here listen to 'Paradise FM' on the radio,
mix 'Paradise Punch' in their drinks, and live in places with names
such as 'Surfer's Paradise'... not all clichee, though - it certainly
is paradisish, sort of Riviera-like, around here!)
 Did I mention Deb lives
in some kind of a paradise as well?
Well, she does! And with a little swimming pool of her own. It belongs
to the inhabitants of the American Beauty Complex, but since noone
ever goes there, it is, in reality, Deb's own little private pool.
 Happy turtle there.
Video clip from our forest
picnic on Deb's birthday.
 View from a green bench.
These two weeks of mine here in Oz were - I reckon - supposed to
be our 'Reality Check'. Now back here in Cyber Room in Brisbane,
I feel as if I am slowly waking up from a 'Dreamworld Check'. Filled
up with wonderfully unrealistically gorgeous and memorable moments.
But Dream Time is about to round up. Next phase of the mission will
commence in 29 hours and counting.
posted by Mik Aidt at 10:32
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Wednesday,
April 28, 2004
Now well into Day 1 A.R.C. (Day 1 After Reality Check), and I have
so far had a pleasant trip. Singapore Airport is a comfortable and
relaxing airport with swimming pool, soft music, and lots of free
internet computers.
Spent the first hours in the air plane writing a letter to Deb,
and then got into a talk with the woman sitting next to me, a Finnish
business woman. After a couple of hours of the usual silence and
no contact, she mentioned something like "You sure write a
lot!", and having consumed at least four or five glasses of
white wine, that was all it took to kick off an interesting and
very personal conversation that then went on non-stop until the
plane came to a halt in Singapore Airport.
Here is an excerpt of some of the notes I wrote in hand with a pen,
(and then spilled coffee all over it afterwards):
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Singapore Airlines Flight no SQ236, altitude 10,363 meters.
28th of April 2004, Day 1 ARC, Brisbane time 16:06.
Distance to Singapore: 5,652 kilometers.
This
This is
This is big.
This is so big it seems a fruitless exercise to even attempt to
put it into writing.
I feel as if I am experiencing the big bang of the universe happening
right inside my skull – an incomprehensable explosion of warmth,
eradicating all normal brain activity, eliminating all words, numbers,
figures and pictures, clearing all white boards and inner screens
of my brain, and instead filling me with a new, yet unknown sensation
of something bright, beautiful and powerful.
Enlightenment?
Could this be that "enlightenment" mentioned in our count-down
messages while Perga I was about to land?
Something which is too big to embrace, to envelope, to grasp...
Something which encompasses all the "big words" we know
around here on Planet Earth, such as 'Life', 'Love', 'Dreams', 'Inspiration',
but which, as such, is... even bigger.
Blindingly big.
I am thinking: What do you do with a brain which appears to have
been wiped out by an internal big bang?
Call for professional help?
Call for patience, accept the condition, and hope that things will
eventually normalize by themselves? (Hoping that the body is able
to survive in 'auto pilot mode' in the meanwhile, with simple activities
such as washing the dishes or erasing junk-emails).
Make a "time out" call, rent a cheap beach shack in Thailand
and use the opportunity to describe (or even write a book about)
the phenomena? Turn into a visionary love-guru who makes his living
from this revelation to mankind?
Drop out completely, catch the first connecting flight to Lhasa
and disappear to the world in a Tibetan monestary in some remote
little stone age village?
Pretend that nothing ever happened and that big bang blast-outs
are the most natural mental conditions on earth (just keep smiling!)?
Get real, Mik! Get real!
On my flight coming down to Australia, I watched movies on a little
screen placed in the seat in front of me, but unless I made a special
effort, bending down, I'd be seeing all the pictures in negative,
because I am apparently too tall to be watching the screen in the
correct angle.
It made me wonder if this movie of my own which was about to commence
would also turn out in negative.
It didn't, luckily.
Now, sitting in front of that little screen again, heading north,
I am watching... myself. The screen is black and works like a mirror,
reflecting the image of my face. On my right, a snow-white landscape
of clouds under a blue sky. So here I am, looking at myself in the
mirror, happy and relieved of all the fears that I had two weeks
ago, and still asking: "What now? What next? What to do with
that sensation of a mental big bang?"
"The truth is...", I write and look in the mirror, "...that
I have a feeling Time will come up with answers by itself. That
I won't need to be concerned about it at all. Lean back in your
flight seat, Mik. Relax! Go with the flow. Answers will come. When
Time is ready. "Nothing is under control", and that is
exactly how things should be."
And in the meantime, I ask for another drink from the friendly Singaporean
stewardess. I look out the window, enjoy the beauty of the blue
planet below, and the clouds, enlightened by that star we call the
Sun.
Enlightenment...
I press my head against the pillow of my seat, thinking: My god,
what actually happened here?
Was it the end of that dream that two email-penpals built up in
their minds in an intensive four-month period? Or can the dream
continue?
WAS it a “fruitless exercise”, as we had been told
it would be – doomed to be ruined by the geographical
distances and the complications that follow from that?
Or WAS this the beginning of an outstanding inspirational
relationship of love with a fantastic human being who happens to
be based on the opposite side of the globe?
How can I know?
This trip was the answer to all my dreams. But it also raises new
questions which presently seem impossible to answer.
Hm..... time to quit here, my flight for Copenhagen is off in half
an hour!
posted by Mik Aidt at 23:34
Thursday,
April 29, 2004
Had a nice taxi ride from the airport with a young second-generation
Turkish immigrant – he was asking me 'Is there a God?' and
'Do you believe in destiny?', and similar big questions, all the
way. Since there was traffic jam, the ride took double time compared
to normal, and we got into an uplifted discussion. Nice way to arrive
in Denmark – also even though the temperature here is 5 degrees
celcius.
Time is now 10 am, Day 2 ARC NCZ (NCZ = Northern Comfort Zone =
Denmark).
I am back home, after 27 hours of traveling, presently listening
to one of Deb's psy trance CDs, loud, and erasing hundreds of junk-emails,
doing a bit of cleaning in the kitchen, emptying my rucksack, and
stupid things like that. My mobile is telling me it is 18:00 in
the Antipodes right now, soon getting dark. Everyone's saying "good
morning" around here.
The IBB (Internal Big Bang) phenomena seems to have lasting effect.
Blank mind. Will allow myself to be IBB-hit (and in hiding) for
the rest of today, (meaning: not thinking at all), and then see
how things develop from there. Take one day and one week at a time,
and in the meanwhile try and get some work done around here.
posted by Mik Aidt at 10:52 |
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