A magical and very colourful vibrant extralong dreammovie about the adventures of princess Lotje and Baron von Flory travelling by their electric blue stallion along the winding roads of Wonderland. Hidden in exotic trunks and boxes they carry a treasure of crystals, precious stones and silver jewelry, which they sell and trade to castle warehouses, magic stores and oases of peace and tranquility.....Their castle is based on a powerful dormant purple volcano. Princess Lotje is carrying a secret bloodstone magic stick and a special star ruby. What funny characters are they going to meet and how will Life's mystery unfold itself?
17-05-2007
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Lotje's paard stopt bij een hamburgertent om te grazen in de naburige wei met uitzicht op zee. Op de parking staat een bontgekleurde schoolbus geparkeerd. Een blonde jonge gast met dreads zeult met een jerrycan olie. Just got some free fuel for our bus from the restaurant over there, they were happy to get rid of it. Hun schoolbus heeft een getransformeerde motor en rijdt op plantaardige olie, die ze onderweg gratis krijgen van restaurants en hamburgerketens. Meteen krijgt Lotje een ganse uiteenzetting over hoe alle voertuigen in de USA gratis en voor niets op overtollige afvalolie zouden kunnen rijden eenmaal ze hun motor laten transformeren (kost maximum 1000 USD voor een personenwagen). Geen slecht idee, nu alle kranten bol staan van 'highest gas prices ever'!
Today Lotje disappears in Wendy's bosom. Wendy is a BIG, dreadlocked rasta woman with gypsy roots and married to a Trenshtown Jamaican musician. She has an enormous devotion for Lord Krishna, Lord Shiva and the naga baba's and also an enormous and generous heart. Her shop Basli Isle is a mishmash of colours and literally packed to the top with clothes, bags, jewelry, little metaphysical nicknacks and shrines in honour of Indian gods and godesses. She gets Lotje and Flory green tea with honey and admires the star ruby on Lotje's tourmaline necklace. Oh wow, it's such a beauty....it's an Aries stone, when is your birthday? Lotje is a spring child, born on the 22nd of march. Oh wow, just like my dear friend Shakti (actually her real name is Shannon, but I prefer to give people Indian names...) And then 30 seconds later -you name an angel by the name- walks in Mrs Shakti in person!! Here she is.... my friend Shakti! She is a famous actress in Hollywood, made a film with Clint Eastwood, she is going to be a star! Lotje and Shakti have stars in common and they both laugh at their inability to make decisions. A is always as good as B, so what to choose? Since a week Wendy applies the feng shui principles in her messy store (it's just a little more organised, there's a fountain at the entrance and the lid of the toilet remains closed). It's amazing, it really works, money is flowing in continously! Lotje and Flory sell half their handicrafts to Bali Isle! A good stock investment for Wendy and definitely good feng shui for Princess Lotje and Baron von Flory, who treat themselves to a hot Thai red curry and a frozen yoghurt.
Lotje arrives in Big Sur, a magic coastline, dotted with redwoods, pristine beaches, rocky islands, meadows of wildflowers, where they knock on Hippie's Paradise.... In the heart of Big Sur is a store called 'Heart Beat' and Mother Theresa is the woman running it. Let's make the sale at my house, Theresa offers, jump on your horse and follow mine, but watch out.... the roads are getting rougher and narrower towards the end! Theresa's husband Brock is an art photographer, giving the Big Sur's already surreal landscapes an even more colourful touch with Apple Lightworks. He has got long white ponytail and an dreamy look in his eyes. Theresa is the succesful businesswoman mostly taking care of her jewelry garden, while Brock, the 'disorganised artist' roams around the house, making fresh goat's cheese, roasting coffee, cooking food, exploring permaculture principles (he knows Lotje's permaculture teacher John Button, again ....the world is a village) While Theresa goes through sacks full of silver, stones and handicrafts, Brock pampers Lotje's stomach with organic chicken, garden salad, articokes, asparagus,....Their dog Az, always keeps his foot on her foot to feel the connection. By midnight they've made the biggest sales ever and spend the night in the guestroom, a quiet, cosy motorhome in the back of the house. In the morning, on Mother's day, the universe gives Lotje a bright and sunny day, a splendid view over the ocean, a garden full of flowers, a skype talk with her mom, a hot shower, coffee with goat's milk and company of some really nice people. They say goodbye wishing each other a very happy dream....
Today Princess Lotje feels like a Californian poppy, smiling with her buds to the sun, but feeling as if her fresh roots were suddenly cut off. She is floating like a fairy through the redwoods, having no time to replenish her own sweet Self with Earth and Water. Her spleen hurts, her golden hairs fall out and she hides her tears, secretly longing for a comfortable, stable home and the soothing warmth of an open fire place.
Soms, wanneer je reist en in een vreemde omgeving terecht komt ,waarin je niemand kent en niemand jou kent, voel je je alsof je in een droom rondloopt. Op zo'n momenten is er weinig identificatie met een eigen ik en is het merkwaardig makkelijk om een Seconc Life avatar te creeren, een soort alter ego dat uit zijn gewoonlijke gevangenis van ideeen, gewoontes en concepten stapt en zich laat meevoeren met de 'natural flow of events'. Op zo'n momenten loop je zomaar luid te zingen op straat, zwier je met je kont in een sexy kleedje tot net onder je gat (en als je een broek of lange jurk draagt, doe je liefst geen ondergoed aan - voelt gewoon beter), de wind in je lijf laat je vrijuit vliegen, neuspeuteren doe je lang en ongegeneerd, een plasje doe je achter een struik, je bent vriendelijk tegen iedereen en je praat met vissen in een aquarium. Kortom, you cut through all the bullshit, zegt foert tegen voorbeelding gedrag, leven volgens de norm, je bent gewoon wie je bent.....Een dromer in de droom. En vooral....don't believe everything you think and don't take it personal!
After a few days out in the bush, the contrast with this roadside motel (pacific suites, 69 $ a night, jacuzzi in every room) can't be bigger. Here Lotje finds herself eating a free hot breakfast (frozen omelettes, bagels, cornflakes, etc) from plastic plates with plastic silverware, drinking coffee from sterofoam cups. The tv is blasting disaster news and commercials for healthier skin, whiter teeth and shinier hair, but the song in the background sings : "waking up ....ohohoh....in everyday America....everybody's dreaming"
After having been exposed to the Fire Element in India, Lotje got an overdose of Water in California. Harbin Hotsprings is all about water! For 3 days she soaked bathed swam washed drank showered merged watsu-d and rinced herself off with holy spring water. First night was luxury: they slept in a round white hobbit dome, then in a tent next to the creek where water entered their dreams....
Home cooked dal rice and baby carrots were shared with Wendy from massachuchets, an elderly lady who just finished a retreat with gangaji and was carrying around a book on annamalai swami, a devoted ramana disciple. After talking for hours about Arunachala, Fire and Water finally merged into That which has no form nor name!!!
Somewhat later they bumped into Siddharta and Gayatri, a yoga teacher couple and friends from Tiru. Whereas in India, they always see each other covered from ankles to shoulders, it's funny to meet here in Adam and Eve's costume.
Days are spent doing yoga at the straw bale temple, making (good!) sales at Harbin Market, drinking capuccino on the terrace, watching movies in theatre. But...even Paradise becomes boring after a while, so Lotje ate an apple, put on some clothes and hit the road again.
After a long flight, 5 cans of ice soda and 3 american tearjerkers on a tiny little screen (freedom writers, the pursuit of happyness (wow!wow!wow!,...), Lotje found herself in yet another american movie, driving in a blue Subaru on 101 inter high state highway through hectic san francisco, enjoying the fresh ocean's breeze. No clouds were rolling in that afternoon and the weather was warm and sunny.
They stopped at the Shangri-la, a buddhist veggie restaurant in Chinatown (where they ate exactly the same dishes as 2 years ago....her lucky cookie said...'Home is a pleasant place from which you draw lots of happiness..') then drove over the golden gate bridge all the way to fairfax, a cosy little town where Kalidas spent most of his hippy years in a cottage in the woods, running his shop 'marvelous minerals'.
She felt like watching an old movie (and totally jet-lagged wanted to step on the first plane back home), but 12 hrs of sleep, coffee and strawberries made her feel like why not enjoy the movie. Like a fairy she danced and sang her way up to the waterfall and she met with 5 vultures, a snake, a racoon and a fox.
For Lotje everything now seemed so beautiful, so otherwordly, so big, lush, push and abundant as if the tv screen was on brighter, colours enhanced and with lots of articial flavours added.
(to be continued)
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After having been exposed to the Fire Element in India, Lotje got an overdose of Water in California. Harbin Hotsprings is all about water! For 3 days she soaked bathed swam washed drank showered merged watsu-d and rinced herself off with holy spring water. First night was luxury: they slept in a round white hobbit dome, then in a tent next to the creek where water entered their dreams....
Home cooked dal rice and baby carrots were shared with Wendy from massachuchets, an elderly lady who just finished a retreat with gangaji and was carrying around a book on annamalai swami, a devoted ramana disciple. After talking for hours about Arunachala, Fire and Water finally merged into That which has no form nor name!!!
Somewhat later they bumped into Siddharta and Gayatri, a yoga teacher couple and friends from Tiru. Whereas in India, they always see each other covered from ankles to shoulders, it's funny to meet here in Adam and Eve's costume.
Days are spent doing yoga at the straw bale temple, making (good!) sales at Harbin Market, drinking capuccino on the terrace, watching movies in theatre. But...even Paradise becomes boring after a while, so Lotje ate an apple, put on some clothes and hit the road again.
After a long flight, 5 cans of ice soda and 3 american tearjerkers on a tiny little screen (freedom writers, the pursuit of happyness (wow!wow!wow!,...), Lotje found herself in yet another american movie, driving in a blue Subaru on 101 inter high state highway through hectic san francisco, enjoying the fresh ocean's breeze. No clouds were rolling in that afternoon and the weather was warm and sunny.
They stopped at the Shangri-la, a buddhist veggie restaurant in Chinatown (where they ate exactly the same dishes as 2 years ago....her lucky cookie said...'Home is a pleasant place from which you draw lots of happiness..') then drove over the golden gate bridge all the way to fairfax, a cosy little town where Kalidas spent most of his hippy years in a cottage in the woods, running his shop 'marvelous minerals'.
She felt like watching an old movie (and totally jet-lagged wanted to step on the first plane back home), but 12 hrs of sleep, coffee and strawberries made her feel like why not enjoy the movie. Like a fairy she danced and sang her way up to the waterfall and she met with 5 vultures, a snake, a racoon and a fox.
For Lotje everything now seemed so beautiful, so otherwordly, so big, lush, push and abundant as if the tv screen was on brighter, colours enhanced and with lots of articial flavours added.
(to be continued)
