Yesterday was really fun. I got to be the "tour guide" on a person's first walking tour of Amsterdam. I have a certain affinity for that city, having first gone there to teach meditation for free during the Rama days, and having had a great time doing it. I even wrote a few of the stories in Road Trip Mind about my experiences there.
I don't -- or didn't, until yesterday -- know the lady I was showing around town very well. She had studied briefly with the Rama guy, so was interested in my stories of hanging with him there, but she was primarily my best friend's friend, and I didn't know her very well. But it was like platonic kismet. We had tremendous fun, laughed a LOT, shared stories about experiences we had had and power places we had visited, sat in cafes, and just wandered around soaking up the vibe of the place. The best moment of the day, for me, will not mean much to anyone who has never been to Amsterdam, or who has never learned the joys of "surfing dimensions." That was what we used to do in the desert with Rama, "walk between worlds," from one dimension that was powerful and had its own distinct vibe or "flavor," and then BAM! you're in another one -- so different that the change is palpable, and stops you in your tracks. That's what Amsterdam has always been like for me. It's as if the different neighborhoods have different enough vibes that I could tell you which one I was in if you had led me there blindfolded. (I even tested this once, and succeeded.) You walk across a bridge, and the reality on the other side of the bridge is so palpably different than the one you just emerged from that it stops you in your tracks. I didn't tell my tour guest this. We just wandered. But crossing one of the most palpable "borderlines" between dimensions there in Amsterdam, she just stopped what she was saying in mid-sentence, stopped in her tracks, and said, "Did you feel THAT?" Made my day. Then I explained my theory of Amsterdam as a multi-dimensional place of power to her, she nodded in agreement, and we had fun the rest of the day walking around and feeling the different dimensional shifts as we passed from reality to reality. Mucho fun. It's one thing to have a slightly paranormal experience yourself, and be comfortable enough at having had it that you can assume that it is at least on one level "real." But it's nice to have someone have the exact same experience, and at the exact same "border crossings," without any prompting from me. Makes me think I'm saner than some here like to portray me. Or not. Whatever. Anyway, for those on this forum who seem to delight in thinking up weirdly perverse theories of "What Turq/Barry/Uncle Tantra does for fun," this is the reality. Probably tamer than what you imagined, n'est-ce pas?
