In the Synchronicity of Life where I am...

All is perfect, whole and complete... and life goes on and on or around and around or again and again. Or does it just stop somewhere at no predetermined spot? I think not... I know not... I may even be a frayed knot, but what the heck, I'll give you a peck and from Lena's meeting in Switzerland, which I shall never forget or remember, because I wasn't actually there, I give you the only English from this Swiss Crystal Child, with love Donnerstag 25.10.07 What is luck? What is love? Where is luck? Where is love? It’s in a job It’s in richness It’s in being free It’s in having a familiy It’s in having a partner It’s in having sex It’s in being beautiful It’s in being successful It’s in being healthy No It’s in me I am love I am luck I am paradise We are looking the whole life for happiness. We are looking everywhere. We are running around, try to catch the perfect partner. We are working so hard, trying to be successful trying to get rich…. But it is so near. It’s in us. Everything is in us. I am paradise I am my dream It’s nowhere outside It’s in me I am paradise I am my dream ~ When I attended the Dynamics of Personal Leadership course, held at JHIsaacs in Cape Town in the late 80's, we unanimously came to the conclusion that the most suitable acronym for LUCK would be Labour Under Correct Knowledge. Love on the other hand, I knew would be a bit trickier. In almost every high school diary I wrote and rewrote an affirmation (didn't know about them in those days) that fascinated me. It goes as follows: Love is a feeling hard to explain, it tickles the heart and fucks up the brain. Oh boy, did that lead to some manifestation of a rather tricky kind! However, it's mind over matter - you don't mind and I don't matter, or vice versa. Perhaps when we mind, we matter? What do you think? I am my dream, are you?

Above and BeBlonde - the Call of Duty

You know, there I was walking up Queen Victoria Street with Van, when all of a sudden, there was an Almighty splash...
Ok, now you know I'm only joking, but the truth of the matter is my needs are always met. I regularly forget this, and that's probably because I keep falling through the time-warp. When I manage to collect up my energy from wherever I have left it and get back into present time, hey presto, it all comes back to me.
Anyway, so there was Van, standing on the stoep of his technology office, at 7 Queen Victoria Street, wondering how on earth he was going to manage to assist this blonde damsel, in distress about her lack of a water hose and connection gadget.
The well-oiled gears of his mind clicked, almost audibly, into gear, rummaged through the filing cabinets of his mind... click cd:\ home://swimming pool/carstens.html click-click.
D'you know who might be able to help you? Cassie Carstens, he's usually not in town, but I've got his number...
And then, VOILA! There Cassie appeared, walking towards Van, bang on time. Van almost fell over and when he regained his balance and lifted his jaw off the sidewalk, he asked Cassie, quite nonchalantly, if he might help me with my hose gadget dilemma.
Sure, says Cassie, I'll drop it off just now.



Half a litre of caffeine and 5 cigarettes later, Van saunters back up Queen Vic from his corner on the steop at the Stanford Gallery Art Cafe. The blonde damsel, sill laughing at his jokes, is no longer distressed and he is, for now anyway, King of Stanford.
The aforementioned hose and gadget are proudly loaded into the blonde's farm bakkie and Van stands there, transfixed, as the blonde smiles and waves goodbye.