I’m currently getting a lot more visits to this site and appreciation for my work. I am so grateful for it. Thankyou, beautiful people. I’m glad to be able to reach you somehow.
I’d like to tell you about a weird thing that happened while I was in Manresa.
I was walking around the town, and feeling lonely and longing for some romance. I really had nothing to do and no direction, so I sort of meditated and decided to see where my feet would take me. It was night, quite cold, and the streets were mostly empty.
I saw a graffito which struck me in an odd way. It was an anarchist symbol, but instead of the circle around the A there was a heart. It vibrated with me very deeply – it’s not unlike my own symbol – and reminded me of my aching longing.
I continued walking at random. I felt drawn, for some reason, to walk in a direction I hadn’t been down before, so I did that. And on a certain street corner, I found another anarchist heart. I stopped and wondered at it for a while.
I kept on walking, and found more hearts. Everywhere I was drawn to go, I found one – very much like divining for water, except I was divining for… love? It seemed strange. I didn’t see how this would have any effect on my life. Hearts were hearts, and the chances of me meeting up with this graffiti artist were practically non-existent. Yet I walked on, in this area, melancholy and aching for romance, and found hearts wherever I stopped.
Now it’s not like they were common in this town. They were mostly concentrated around this area as far as I could tell, so I started wondering if there was some way I could localize this person who I felt so mysteriously connected with.
I found one by an apartment, next to a symbol for “squat” (the thunderbolt-arrow in a circle. Many people use it just as a general anarchist symbol, but that is what it is supposed to mean). So, just for the hell of it, I rang one of the bells on the apartment and got invited up.
“Hello,” I said, “Could you tell me, is there a squat around here?”
“No,” said the man.
“Oh,” I said, and fell back into my thinking.
“I hope you find what you are looking for,” said the man, with a lot of grace.
I thanked him and left.
I decided to give up, as it was getting cold. One more symbol appeared – almost to admonish me for doubting – then I left the area where the graffiti artist operated, and went back to the squat where we were staying.
So the guys were in the room of the girl upstairs watching a movie. I went up, despite a lot of reluctance to put myself out there and socialise, and lay on the couch. The girl – a really lovely girl, full of joy and feminine radiance – lay down in front of me. She was very close. I almost couldn’t help kissing the back of her neck… we were close, and I practically was doing so already, so I quietly teased her with my lips while the other guys watched the movie oblivious.
When the movie was over, the guys left and the lady treated me to a wonderful night
So I don’t know what this thing about hearts was about. It was such a strange thing. But I thought it was worth sharing.
Do you have any weird experiences like this to share?
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