I love beautiful love stories. Especially when two people meet in a strange, unpredictable way. When the odds are super low to meet somebody in that manner. Or when it’s just a way of the Universe to say that our odds are simply different from it’s magical ones, and things seem to be destined from some point of view. So let me tell you about this surfer, a model from a magazine, and a red headed woman that must be wandering around somewhere in Amsterdam.

The Next Boyfriend

A while ago I told you about the Akasha Records. They are known for their knowledge of everything and everybody, stored in some cloud of consciousness – like a library. We all can have access to it, to the extent that we are allowed to. So when I think about these records, it shouldn’t be considered strange when a friend of mine told me something specific that his girlfriend once told him. Thing is: before they became a couple, and parents of two beautiful kids, she already knew his name. Simply because a friend of hers told her – in passing – that her next boyfriend would be called ‘John’ (which isn’t his real name, but you get the idea). As if it was predestined, written down somewhere, like in her Akasha Records. Or maybe she could picture him already, having this kind of name.

Surfing

Different story. When I was studying at the university, I had a side job at a store. And one of my colleagues was a sweet and pretty girl, who happened to have this boyfriend that we – the other colleagues – all knew. Hence I was familiar with the fact that she was having a relationship back then.

So last Summer I ran into her again – after many, many years – and this time some other guy was on her life’s path: her now husband, who happened to love surfing. He would travel from place to place to practise his hobby. And like they all are, those surf dudes: he was a cool guy – who also looked like a surfer. He and my former colleague even loved the idea of moving to some place where he could surf all the time – in The Netherlands.

Pregnant

So she told me about her son, whose dad was someone different from her actual husband: it was the guy she was dating when we were working together. So it rang a bell that she had a kid, together with him. In fact, I remembered seeing her pregnant when she was still together with him and working at the store. So I told her so. But she actually corrected me: she got her son way later. Well, I could have sworn that I had seen her pregnant once, so I figured it was around then. Nonetheless she added that she couldn’t even remember us, meeting each other, while she was pregnant.

Keanu Reeves

I could write a whole blog about this ‘misunderstanding’, but even though it was an interesting detail (did I see her pregnant for real, just with my 3rd eye, or did she tell me once?), I am drifting a bit away from my point of telling about her – and the amazing love stories. Turns out that she called her kid ‘Bodhi’. And the surfers – or Keanu Reeves fans – amongst you guys know that ‘Bodhi’ is like the personification of a cool surfer: actor Patrick Swayze played this character in an epic motion picture called ‘Point Break’, about some surfers. So what are the odds, right? My former colleague got a ‘Bodhi’ with her boyfriend, broke up with him, and somewhere along the line she married this surf dude, while she had no interest in surfing at all – in fact, she doesn’t like being in the water. And the surf dude became ‘unintentionally’ the father of ‘Bodhi’. Funny.

Magazine Model

The following part is about a healer, with whom I became friendly. Earlier this year she told me that she would marry her boyfriend somewhere around the end of this year. She had been with him for more than six years and she was excited about their new, upcoming commitment. Because she likes self-development, and got through a particular phase, she wanted to look something up in her journal that she kept during her teens. So while she is going through her journal, she finds this little cut-out headshot of a guy, a model, who happened to look like her husband to be. Because of the resemblance she showed this picture to her boyfriend, with the comment: “You really look like him, don’t you think?” To which he responded: “What do you mean? I am that guy.”

Turns out that his ex-girlfriend (from back then) had signed him up for a model contest from some glossy magazine – Cosmopolitan – for which he was selected among other candidates. So the magazine arranged a shoot with the selected guys, published their pictures, and my friend was so fascinated by this particular male model, that she hung up his poster on the wall – above her bed – and cut the tiny photo out of the magazine, in order to stick it in her journal. Not knowing that she would marry him decades later. How wonderful and romantic, right?

Red Headed Woman

Leaves me with one little story, that still needs a happy ending. In Spring I actually had an Akasha Records session with a healer, psychic. I was relieved to heal some of my stuff, and to my own surprise I could sense this woman with red hair at some point. She was supposed to be ‘my one’, or at least made for me. And even though I never had a red headed girl as a girlfriend nor did I consider such a girl my type, one interesting thing from the past came up and another thing happened afterwards.

Heaven

The first thing concerned a chapter I wrote for a possible novel. Never finished that novel, but the interesting thing is: in that chapter I wrote about this red headed girl, whom the main character had to leave behind in ‘heaven’, while he had to be incarnated in one of his lives on earth. Of course he was devasted about it, when he realized that. He felt alone without her and deeply lost.

And the thing that happened after the Akasha Records session, concerned a random meeting with someone on Dutch King’s Day – a national holiday. I was walking around in Amsterdam, while the whole city was celebrating, selling their second-hand stuff, or walking around and enjoying the food and all kinds of music that were played around the city. At some point I joined some people who were gathering around, because of the DJ who played in front of a house. And almost at the same time one girl with a polaroid camera (who was walking around with her friend) approached me to have my photo taken. So I agreed. And yes, partly because she looked attractive, but also because I wanted to do her a favour and I liked the concept of Polaroids.

Polaroid

So she took my picture, and a bit later when I wanted to give her a 10 euro voucher from a perfume store on top of the already paid 3 euro (I was doing a little, magical, give-away-act, because of King’s Day), she and her friend were so surprised and amazed, that they offered me a second photo for free. I thankfully accepted their gift, but spontaneously I told her I had one condition: it should be with her. So her friend took a picture of us with pleasure. And only when she had already left, did I look at the photo and realized that she actually had red hair.

I celebrated the rest of the afternoon in Amsterdam, met several other people, but no-one had red hair, let alone ended up with me on some glossy paper as a polaroid, while having red hair. So tell me, do you think I missed out on ‘the one’, the girl who was made for me? Or did she just step down from heaven, telling me that I have to look for her on earth?