Traveling, especially alone, has opened my eyes to see into different parts of this world. Not just physical places, but the invisible ones that disguise themselves through human connection, synrconicities, and patterns. I’ve seen how seemingly negative situations can morph into intense feelings of gratitude and abundance. Strangers have reflected back both the pieces of myself I want to more fully embody and the ones wish to change.
I find it much easier to ask people I don’t know for help, a group of dutch girls saved me from getting on a train headed in the opposite direction of where I wanted to be. One of them looked online to see when the train was coming while another walked with me to find the right platform. They didn’t get anything from me except gratitude and that was enough.
A guy bought me a bus ticket because my debit card kept getting declined and the only option for purchasing a ticket was online. The thought didn’t even cross my mind that he would be willing to do that, but again, after maybe 30 seconds of talking, he changed the course of my entire day, possibly even entire trip.
Almost everyone I’ve formed a connection with has told me they’re a teacher. I can’t close my eyes to that pattern. My experience earlier reminds me of a dream I had a few weeks back where I drove into a snow bank and was screaming for help when a man appeared and calmly drove me to where I needed to be. He told me everything would be okay, he said was a spiritual teacher sent over to help me.
At different points throughout this trip, I’ve been walking around, both in the city and countryside, when all of the sudden I have a strange flashback to a dream from weeks or months ago. I get this feeling that I’ve been in that exact spot before and the dream visuals match up with reality. Maybe it’s purely coincidence, but it sure doesn’t feel like that.
This life is magic.
It’s a dream.