Sometime In February 2010.Manifesting something is a simple but old magic.
Borrowing from the energies of all that we are connected to, something that is visioned becomes real. It is our choice then to open our eyes into seeing what has been created. Wow...that was deep even for me! I have fallen a little behind in my updates so focusing on the positive here are some magical moments of things manifested on my journey so far...
A few days after arriving in Mumbai, I was graciously treated to a few days in a place aptly named as Gods Country... Kerala. Somewhere I had wished to go for years. Thanks to my dad and step mom and aunts, I saw the place in a style fit for only kings. You see they had booked us to stay in a luscious five star property named the Leela at Kovalam.
Arriving we were greeted by a modern contemporary designed open-air lobby bearing all the luxuries of a mid oasis palace.
We were graced with soft enchanting music and friendly staff who upon entering the hotel (the first time) would put a red dot on your forehead and welcome you by your name to your new found home. As you are seated in sultry, soft and crisply clean linen couch, your eyes feast on a magnificent view of the un-spoilt and invitingly calm sea perched just beyond a crystal blue infinity swimming pool that merges seamlessly with the horizon. Just as you are enjoying the soft breeze and gentle floral smells that waft by, you are each handed a fresh green coconut bearing a straw and brimming with it's sweet nectar. As you wonder if you will ever want to leave this paradise a member of the front desk heads over to you, greets you with your name again as if they already know you from past visits and hands you keys and directions to your very own cottage, the experience was so overwhelmingly beautiful it had at one point, actually brought me to tears, how magnificent!
Another spell of bad to good was the pain, alienation and I felt when I realized I was no longer fitting in to my fathers home as family but had somehow become a guest who was not completely welcome, which led to my departure and good fortune in being invited by my crazy, fun loving and always on the go aunties to accompany them to Dubai!
It is funny how luxury seems to follow me; you see on the last night before my aunts left for Dubai, I had decided to stay an extra night in Mumbai on my own. With the gracious help of my aunt Salu (the seasoned camper in her hay day) we ventured in and out of all kinds of crazy hostels and cheap and cheerful (sometimes Rat or cockroach infested places) in search of my next abode. The good sport that she is, she encouraged me to have a look at different places, but all the while I could feel her heart sinking as her maternal mode was kicking in and in the spirit of all my aunts she only wanted me to have the best. We decided a place outside of town in Juhu seemed the best possible choice at 2000 rupees or $50 a night. The day they left my lovely aunts had graced me with a late check out of their five star property, and because of their networking skills I was able to enjoy the pool and facilities at the Taj hotel in Bandra (a part of Mumbai) until the evening.
As I sat in luxury all day, I enjoyed the sun beating on my skin while sipping on cool beers by the crystal blue waters of a huge pool. I thought to myself "I'll stay here as long as I can and then trudge off to this second rate accommodation". You see it was really about the fear racing and toying with my mind, for I was about to begin the backpacking trip I had planned. I had been so used to luxury these last few weeks (thanks to my family) that I was petrified about what I may have got myself into. It was like all the wonderful icing on this cake had been slowly licked off and now you were faced with the chore of stomaching the entire cake...doesn’t sound bad until you realize the cake is that awful fruit cake only your grandma eats! So come 7.30pm I thought it was high time I hamper down and deal with this melding into the world of the working class, the world where a Swiss army knife is actually a useful gift and where sweatshirts double up as pillows... Where the heck was I headed? As I was walking to the change room a young gentleman from Assam smiled at me, it was definitely one of those come get me, James Bond smiles, the kind that is subtle yet screams "TAKE ME NOW!" all at the same time. Anyways he wasn't really my type so I just headed to the change room for one last sauna before I left. It wasn’t as if I needed anymore heat, but I thought to myself the slower I got into this backpacking world, the better. Before I knew it the young gentleman had too decided heat was the flavor of the day, as we conversed, I told him of my departure to a less affluent property for the night, which is when he offered me to stay the night at his room for free if I wished. You could say the sauna was getting a little too hot to handle, I politely declined and so as not to break his heart, I told him I would at least join him for a drink before I left the property. An hour later I had finished some Internet tasks and squeezing away some more play time in the playground of the rich... I decided it was high time to hit the road to poverty bay: Aka $50 night, not $300. Keeping my word I called the young gentleman and wandered to his room for a farewell drink, I assured him it was just a drink and headed up. Approaching the room I noticed it was on the second highest floor, an executive floor, how curious.
Upon walking into this hidden treasure, I was flabbergasted...this place was an entire executive suite! A Kitchen, a living room, a bathroom the size of my aunt’s room and a huge bedroom, this place had everything! Ordering a drink I was pleasantly surprised by the immediate presence of a butler to pour and serve our drinks. As we chatted over the most exquisite nuts (no pun intended) and sipped on our cocktails, the youngling told me of his partner. You see the person I had met was dating someone who was away on a work assignment for a few days, that someone happened to be the VP of one of the largest banks in the British Isles and this was actually his room. My young friend told me the offer was still open if I wanted to stay and he understood it would be perfectly plutonic.
Upon walking into this hidden treasure, I was flabbergasted...this place was an entire executive suite! A Kitchen, a living room, a bathroom the size of my aunt’s room and a huge bedroom, this place had everything! Ordering a drink I was pleasantly surprised by the immediate presence of a butler to pour and serve our drinks. As we chatted over the most exquisite nuts (no pun intended) and sipped on our cocktails, the youngling told me of his partner. You see the person I had met was dating someone who was away on a work assignment for a few days, that someone happened to be the VP of one of the largest banks in the British Isles and this was actually his room. My young friend told me the offer was still open if I wanted to stay and he understood it would be perfectly plutonic.
Thats the bathroom!!!
How could disagree, if I would be sleeping and bathing in the lair of some high flying bank executive then surely some of his good fortune and energy would rub off on me here. I agreed and sent for the butler to fetch my backpack from the lobby, I had gone from a regular room to a personal butler suite... Looks like I was moving up in the world not down! This backpacking trip was really kind of fun.
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