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Shanti took us with her in the van to meet her friends in Wilson Creek near Mullumbimby (Aboriginal for small round hill). First things first, I heard about this area, it’s magic and hippies living in the hills around. Some are organized in communities, artists, free spirits or just a bunch of friends living in a house, a beautiful property, simple, earth grounded with the most elfish creek splashing your view. After being introduced to Elfyn (yes, that’s really her name), Sky and some more we ate coconuts, mangos and had dinner at a fire place. We listened to Sky’s spanish guitar playing, common drumming and the beautiful voice of Elfyn. Making up songs and lyrics with humor we finished and said good night.

On Wednesday we were invited to a lunch party at the house up the hill. Colourful arranged on banana leaves, vegetarian with self made bread we all enjoyed a wonderful day with music, drawing and talking on the veranda. Every each one of them is beautiful in the mind, spirited and gifted in his/her own way. Thank’s to you guys (Rob, Tom, Andrew, Dave, Nemo, Sky, Elfyn, the italiens and Shanti) for letting me being part of it.

On Thursday it started to rain and it didn’t really stop for the next days. Steffi went back to Byron, Shanti went to see her grandmother, but for me I couldn’t leave, I had to be here for a while. That evening I met also Kiki (a former surf pro, originally from french basque), Reggie and Becca.

The next days were simular, on and off rain gave the place even more tropic flair and mystic with some sun in between. Especially when I went for a swim in the creek, I felt like a fairy in the youth spring. This place has the strongest energy and beautiful people. I really felt home, hanging out with friends, drawing, carving and playing drums, cooking, sharing, listening to the rain, shower in nature, awesome to drift away like this.

Then that day Nemo the crazy magic talker and dancer came back from visiting his family and newborn child. We chatted a little and later that day he invited me for dinner in the caravan. Should I have said no? [...] what happend here on the journey, [...] for my soul, mind and body to melt with? Will I know who he is when he is right in front of me? All that I kind of knew when we talked in the caravan about books and tom robbins, I read all of them, he just one book behind me. We both love dancing, art and surrealism and travelling. Both we look much younger than we are, the same innocent skin and charismatic nose, both sagittarius. On the other hand he is completly the opposite, talks all day, fulltime crazy and funny artist of the moment. [...]. It seems to be the story of my life, I meet him, be with him, [...] and still it can not be somehow. What’s going on? [...] Where did all the love go? I have so much to share, but everytime it slips out of my fingers. I’m intelligent, beautiful, creative, hard working, elegant, kind, crazy and [...] I’m probably just a romantic for the rest of my life.

[...] I as usual don’t know anything, don’t ask for, don’t complain, don’t … to afraid to ask. […]
As said the mission is to find the place and the people I wonna live with, the things I wonna do there and be free to do what I want and not be afraid to do it on my conditions. A man might just be for the blink of an eye, but love like this should stay. My creation and creating it with others. Thank you for showing me that the paradies still exists.

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Enough of hiding from the rain and leaving shelter we all went to the sunday market one by one. Nemo and me did hitch hiking to Bangalow with Gabi. This market is like a hippie carneval with food, art, fashion and music. The drums are magic and the dancing an insight to you.

I had the most extraordinary, magical and romantic week ever.
Leaving that place again almost rips my heart in pieces.

As Elfyn said, make sure you come back.
Am I ready for paradies?

this piece of writing describes it by heart:
…lived in forests doing penance. Some enlightened souls lived in caves and huts in remote forests, free from the influence of the government and the noisy insanity of the crowd. Most of them had to run away from their homes to escape from the influence of the families and people who tried to condition their minds. In the forest they could live in commuion with nature and could meditate and contemplate in peace and freedom. To unlookers, they might have looked like savages, but actually they were Sages with an enlightened outlook. They turned their backs to society with a holy indifference and followed the unconventional but simple life-style. By intense…

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Crying my heart out and fill it with joy … tita

Posted in fotos and tita-log 14 years ago at 05:48.

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