Over the last week, things have unfolded that have not been so evident. Meaning, a lesser amount of events have occoured.
The first coin on command.
Going shopping with a friend of mine, we wait for return change after paying groceries. My friend and I talked alot about the massive amount of anniversary coins we were receiving in early 2015 as change on purchases. I told my friend in fun while waiting for 3 coins to pop out of the machine. “Ill wipe my hand over the machine say “special” and an anniversay coin will pop up… wanna bet?”
I wipe my hand, whisper “special” and out comes one of the Polar Year 2007 special edition 10 DKK.
We looked at each other saying nothing.
“Those who know, do not speak, those who speak do not know.” -Zen Proverb
Paying for another mans amusement park ticket yields free money 5 hours later.
René was outside the park, unable to pay his ticket with mobilepay. Something malfunctioned. I gave him the 30 DKK he required so he could get in.
Aproximately 5 hours later I hang around in Heidi’s beer bar. Having just gotten a fresh beer I was enjoying my cigarette. It was 1 O’clock, within the hour a massive amount of people would enter and the party would start. So, a break before the “liquid drum theater” would commence. While sitting there, a dude comes up to me and drops 55 DKK on the table in front of me. He says: “These are for you.” and leaves again. I am alone at the table so he could only have meant me. I asked him why he did that, he replied: “They are yours.” I guess he was right, he did not want them back. They were not some coins I had lost, I checked my pockets, all was still there.
Funny example of how what you do for others comes right back to you in the end.
He susbequently invited me on a drink. We went past a few bars until he was satisfied with the location. He chose Bob’s Bierbar. Having known the doorman for many years I greeted him, he was too busy for convo, but we managed a quick friendly hug.
We get the drinks and the guy, whos name is coincidentially also Michael, waved at someone to come take photo’s of us. When the person stood next to us I looked at her and found it to be a friend I thought had long skipped town after graduation. Surprised I wasth.
111, 222, 555, 666
The number synchronicities have restarted. For a year they have been quiet, now they have restarted. It started with my solar system battery.
It is supposed to be charged to around 12,7Volts but I had some issues with it. It had discharged to a critical low of 8.8Volts. I hook up a charger to a generator and attach it to the battery. The charger will not start charging the battery untill it is 10,5Volts.
I look at the display: 8,8 Volts. The charger is blinking. Suddenly the display jumps to 11.1Volt and I think YES! it will start charging. But no, it jumps back to 8.8Volts. This is odd behaviour for a battery… It does not just jump 1,3 volts for 2-3 seconds unless it is being charged…
Buying random stuff in Fakta twice in a row amounted to 111 DKK next shopping trip: I paid with a 200DKK and got 111 DKK return. I had not calculated the sum total of my groceries as I usually don’t care what the price is if I want the items :p
Meeting an old friend, talking about the matrix
I met up with an old friend of mine, Lasse. We talk about the meaning of life, the cruelty and ignorance of people and so forth. He starts talking about the universe being like a matrix. Oddly enough, a few days ago that was the topic of my blog post 😀 I asked him if he read it, He was unaware of it’s existence. Another Synchronicity.
The weekend has been intersting. Actually the whole week has been somewhat different and more “charged with magic” so to say.
Singing and Drumming with team Syria and Anne.
Heidi’s beerbar, the only place in town to go out at the moment. All latino music playing clubs have been closed that is tremendously unsatisfying as that is my favorite going out music and also my favorite “drum-a-long-to” music. Added benefit, the dancers dancing to that kind of music usually know what they are doing and can coun’t to more than just 4 :p
Two Syrian’s had found their way to my self-proclaimed “stage” which I call whatever I am currently beating the shit out of with various improvised drum-sticks.
The Syrians were quickly incorporated into the band.
At some point a guy with an anonymous mask is standing next to me. I quickly agree, that I would risk getting beat up by starting to hit the mask with improvised drumsticks “empty drink containers shaped like a reagent glass from physics.” along to the beat of the song. Much to my surprise, he seemed to enjoy it. He started rocking his head back and forth to the rythm of my beats. I apply some odd time signatures ontop of the existing base rythm from the music. Sometimes with very interesting results 🙂
After a while I couldn’t help laughing at the situation.: Guy in bar beats the shit out of a guy with an anonymous mask with reagent glasses while guy in mask seemingly enjoys it. It’s one of the wierdest pictures I can imagine right now… yet, thaẗ́’s the way we party 🙂 I talked to him subsequently and we laughed abit at the whole wierd situation. He stated that he enjoyed the clacking sounds it made on the mask. “Dack dack dadadadadack dack” as he described it 😀
While beating on the bar, a girl came and dropped of a note. I read it the morning after. It said: “You are fucking awesome at playing drums, have a nice evening, The lady in Red.”
Not bad payment for 6 hours of beating the bar for fun 😉