My favorite question is: Are you in love?
Hell, yes.

Is that your final answer?
Damn it, yes it is.

I have no idea how this happened, why I didn’t go to Bali, India has a different plan for me, obviously. Entertainment and fun turn to boredom, boredom to drama, drama to Monty Python’s comedy, accidental encounter to driving without a goal and late night conversation, and then drinking coffee have become a full-time job… the longest coffee drinking experience in the universe.

Love can happen when you least expect it… suddenly the world seems such a perfect place, suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace and like I’ve never seen the sky before– to quote “Come What May“ song so beautifully sung by Ewan McGregor. Where time starts being relevant only by the number of time you exchange gazes, and the place becomes significant only if you are in it together. So I sit across from him on the sofa of my favorite vegan restaurant “Once in nature“, and I ask myself is this one of my stories or am I really in it, how, what, when… I mean, as if that matters. The first six months of any relationship are just an illusion anyway. Never mind, I will enjoy this whole illusion while it lasts, and while it’s altering the chemistry in my brain. I like this current mirror of mine. It’s very pretty and unusual.

Dr. Helen Fisher (American anthropologist and human behavior researcher) has studied romantic interpersonal relationships for over 30 years, and now she is a leading expert in the biology of love and attraction. Fisher and her colleagues studied the brain of romantic love by fMRI-scanning the brains of forty-nine men and women: seventeen who had just fallen madly in love, fifteen who had just been dumped, and seventeen who reported that they were still in love after an average of twenty-one years of marriage. One of her central ideas is that romantic love is a drive that is stronger than the sex drive. Those who were madly in love have specific parts of their brain light up. Million years of evolution embedded in romantic passion, yet people in love act like addicts. They fear rejection, are afraid of everything, they analyze every word, retreat into themselves, having ups and downs, and insecurities, sometimes without faith, ashamed, assuming the best and the worst, weak or very empowered, euphoric, joyful, with warmth, imagination, hope… agony and ecstasy.

But, this is my own personal Jesus. Like his presence lit a light in me. Of course, I resisted, with all those remains of the past relationship, resentment, anger and sadness that were still in me, coming out of me. Popping to the surface. There. Now I know that the only place I should solve my problems is at my own home, each morning letting the sea take them away. For a while I couldn’t even eat, that’s how badly my stomach was blocked by fear. I had become too sensitive. To everything. And all that was coming away from me, along with my weight. Here, everything is full power, even the amount of love that clearly comes to us when our hearts are open. Instead of falling into the love vortex (falling in love) which leads us downward and into fear, how about we let this feeling uplift us (rising in love) – adding more love to this infatuation? Now comes my theory, which I will try out in practice – rising in love means adding a third person to your relationship, that is an entity, and you give in to the universal force that loves to organize events and opens doors where previously there were none. How else can I explain why I was brought to this India again. When you are in love, that’s a state of blessings, you have all that you need even when that person is not present. There is no agony or ecstasy, but I am in direct connection to the creative force of the universe. A feeling so good, that all you can do is give to the others around you.

And you create everything out of nothing.
Isn’t that the consciousness of Christ?

– I’m just going to go eat a bhaji and I’ll be back to Revolution so that we can have coffee – Richard tells me in an obviously good mood because our paths have finally crossed at the only street of our small seaside place called Arambol, while I was going from La Muella cafe to Revolution Cafe. He doesn’t have a phone and you can run into him only when he wants to be found or he wants to find you. You can’t even begin to imagine the test of faith and patience this is for me. I flip out each time we don’t meet, but each time I’m dealing with it more calmly. Still, a part of me replies ironically – I don’t know Richard, you decide when you’re going to appear. Take as long as you need.

– Do not live in memory – he replies and he really does appear after a little while to tell me this just in time for my new column.

– Every moment you are born again. And this morning you were born again, and everything is new and fresh for you. Everything is forgiven and forgotten.

Have you ever seen a tree, I mean really seen a tree? Who are you when you forget about yourself? Imagine that you just came out of space, you just arrived into this body, everything is new for you, outside and inside. That is the only way to see the world without filters of your past, and your previous experiences. That is the only way to see the tree. As it is. Alive being, such as you are.

And … he is sitting in front of me with a book in his hands, reclining on cushions around us. Underneath a big tree which is the main decoration of Revolution café. A Tall slim handsome man with a long curly hair and long beard, Jesus-like with the most beautiful green-blue eyes, who reads a tiny book “Patanjali Path to Yoga“, with the introduction written by W. B. Yeats is simply a sight that no dream of mine could match. Wearing a white shirt which refracts the rays of the sun. His only jewelry is a red thread around his wrist which extends into wonderful and long fingers. Before that, we recounted the adventures of our favorite hero Hank Moody from “Californication“. With him, I can talk about anything, even about bizarre topics such as what you use to wash your hair, it is so beautiful… and while we speak, he looks at me like I am magical. Actually, we look at each other like we’ve known each other for thousands of years, all the way back when we were kings and queens, and yet it’s as though we’re seeing each other for the first time that day. And every day I look at those eyes, as there is no greater happiness than when souls recognize each other after they have been traveling through time. Who are you? Is that really you? I see you, do you know how happy I am to see you again. Where were you all these years? Oh, time is irrelevant now.

Every now and then he shows up as a new old being, in the mood for talk, laughter and everything that the day will bring. Today is the day to say yes to everything. Then he puts a small Indian boy at the front of his bike, and me on the back. Let’s play a family for a while. Hm, Jesus, Maria Magdalena and their adopted child from India. How did I end up being a slut in this story, but nevermind… I believe I am playing the role as the Mother of All.

Since I arrived here, every day has been a holiday. And, every day is a holiday. Getting up before sunrise, walking down the beach, sometimes for hours, not being aware of time … the sea does not have a clock. When it becomes too hot, it’s time for Richard to find me. Everything is as it’s supposed to be. Perfect, as it is. Not doubting whether this is a dream or not. This is it. A perfect day. And then the next one, another perfect day where we are the most wonderful beings that we could be. As we are.

– You do know that the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen is you, sitting and reading a book in front of you – this is the place where I can say everything that I think and feel. For me, that’s a completely new feeling in a relationship. Absolute contentment and serenity. Ah, yes, the state of bliss. – I have never met someone who is so beautiful inside and out. To me, you are perfect.

– The one who perceives is the sight itself – he reads something from a book. The tree in the middle of cafe Revolution bends slightly as if it’s dancing with the wind, enjoying in the sun. Birds are chirping. It’s a warm and quiet afternoon.

Ordinary day. But there are no ordinary moments.

There is a lot of Love in Revolution of my heart.
And two beings that become one.
Under the tree, they’ve seen for the first time.
Well then, three beings.

Now, who actually wrote this story, that is the question?