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I’m at Chantal’s place in Rivonia. Damon and Wendy have joined us for lunch, but I’ve been lying on Chantal’s bed most of the time, sleeping. And when I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been leaning over her toilet vomiting up warm, rotten soy-milk mixed with musli. <\/p>\n
That was breakfast earlier.<\/p>\n
Chantal and I met to do a visioning workshop together, which involves spreading dozens of magazines on the floor, cutting pictures out that answer a question, and then making a collage on huge sheets of paper. She’s the woman who runs trance dances every month, and I’ve done about ten or twelve of these. I get in free nowadays, cos I lend her my radio lapel microphone. <\/p>\n
This particular kind of trance dance is a bit of a shamanic thing. It’s NOT a bunch of rave bunnies getting high and loving each other up on drugs. This is strictly a mystical experience. We all wear blindfolds, and dance to this incredible music while questing for solutions to our own particular issues.<\/p>\n
I most often use the trance dance as an opportunity to do a shamanic vision quest.<\/p>\n
Today’s magazine collage session has gone very well, apart from me skipping the first of the two sessions. This is a tool I use in my creativity workshops, and Chantal’s been in a space where she needs some answers from her subconscious, and I’ve been in a space where I want to actualise my next relationship.<\/p>\n
I’ve made a picture of my ideal lover. And then I’ve dialogued with her, using my non-dominant hand. So she’s told me some things about herself and what she expects from me. I don’t want to make the same mistake I made with Jacqui.<\/p>\n
I suspect that what happened with Jacqui is that I decided I wanted a relationship, and then Jacqui came upon the scene, and I recognised her as someone I wanted to be with, and I made the DECISION that she was the woman for me. Aside from the fact that we’re mightily compatible, and our sex life was exceptionally wonderful, I think I overlooked the period in which two lovers explore whether or not they’re meant for each other. I just took it as given on my side, and expected her to recognise that on her side.<\/p>\n
Maybe I am her ideal lover. Maybe not. The timing was wrong. And I hope she does indeed meet her ideal lover. And I hope I meet mine.<\/p>\n
Right now, lying on Chantal’s bed, suppressing the gag reflex, I’m really quite peeved. Mariaan — the blonde with the pneumatic breasts — and I were supposed to go and see a movie tonight. And I realllllllly wanted to get her naked. I’ve even bought a foldable easel so I can draw her anywhere, anytime. I’ve had to phone and cancel our date.<\/p>\n
Chantal reckons this vomiting is the universe trying to tell me something. “Roy, do you KNOW this girl? How can you just want to SHAG someone you don’t KNOW? I can’t shag just ANYONE! I think you should listen to the universe.”<\/p>\n
“It COULD be the universe,” I say to Chantal. But I think it’s the soy milk.<\/p>\n
And anyway… Mariaan and I will be seeing each other on Wednesday night. I’ll have my easel ready. <\/p>\n