After the winter cleared it was phenomenal to experience spring. That’s another defect of living in an artificial climate: you do not experience the differences between the seasons much. An old friend from school moved in downstairs together with an ex girlfriend of mine, J. I haven’t written about J. because I didn’t think the relation was very interesting. We went to Turkey together with my parents when I was 16 but the entire holiday she’d just sit on her ass and complain which annoyed the living daylight out of me. Anyway, the strings weren’t any tighter when they started living downstairs. They were too petty and moralistic to my taste, I remember them telling me I couldn’t listen to fats domino for example because he was a ‘capitalist’. They thought I was way weird. One time there was some guy in my room and he had brought acid. I decided to take some but that was a serious mistake. Some time after taking it I began wonder who the hell that guy was. I didn’t know him at all, he was just there by incident. I started having stomach cramps and started to panic. I walked downstairs and I was quickly losing my grip. They managed to put me in bed but I was paralyzed. I felt like I couldn’t move at all. Time was moving at an incredibly slow pace. It was like torture. I must have managed to tell them they should call E. who at that point was still my girlfriend. Her father drove her all the way from Dommelen to Eindhoven to check what was going on with me. All that time, and to me it seemed like weeks, I lay paralyzed on the bed. I saw skeletons riding on horses outside of the window. I wasn’t scared it was beautiful to watch. At some point E. came into the room and she had this incredibly high forehead. She started talking and as soon as she did we were cracking up together, giggling like little kids. She thought I was okay so she left again after 15 minutes. I felt better and got out of bed to ride out the next of the trip.
The next day I was sort of a wrack. For some reason, however, I felt like hitchhiking to E., not because I wanted to see her but because I wanted to break up. I am not sure why, it could have been related to the high forehead thing. I remember thinking I couldn’t possibly have a relationship with someone who looked like that when seen on LSD.
I went to some outskirt road to hitchhike to Arnhem. E. had recently moved there because she was starting at the art academy there. I was looking seriously weird – I had a shaven head, ragged clothes and I was wearing this giant rosary with wooden beads around my neck.
After standing there for 10 minutes a small red car passed me. But after it passed me its driver stepped full on the breaks, put the car in reverse and drove back at me. A dangerous move since it was a busy road. The driver opened the passenger door, looked at me with piercing eyes and asked me if I had lepra or something. I said ‘no’. He asked me if I was a Buddhist or something. ‘No’ I said again. ‘Okay’ he said, ‘come on in!’.
I stepped into the car. The guys energy was incredible. We immediately started talking about Casteneda. He had read all books too and after he went to Mexico to search for don juan. He stayed there for years, did all kinds of peyote sessions, and recently returned. He now lived in Aachen he said where he build his own house and started a healer practice.
The guy was amazing. He had the most supernatural sort of energy. Every time he laughed he throw his head to the back and made this hyena like sound. All the way to Arnhem he hardly looked at the road at all. He kept telling me all sorts of things about the warriors way. He even got a sign about me because his car radio refused to work. After we arrived in Arnhem he put me off somewhere and I turned around, grabbed his hand and made the spirit thank him. That took him by surprise. I did so because I felt that it was a great gift to meet such a person. I had been calling out with my will to meet someone ever since I read the casteneda books and this was the manifestation of the spirit.
I went to see E. and told her I wanted to break up. We laughed and made love. I went back home this time using the train. My encounter with a sorcerer would get a tail, soon.