I knew they wouldn�t run or yell or get weirded out. No. They stayed and laughed about it and talked about themselves and asked questions and I saw the mark on them. We travelled together for a week and then left company, not knowing if we�d see eachother again. We did. And somehow it was by complete chance that we ended up in the same place at the same time....
The Mark. I started toying with the idea of the mark at a very young age, but it got steadily replaced by experiences I had growing up. One of the lessons I started to learn a few years ago was to start questioning everything I knew or thought I knew. When the idea of a color or mark or �unspoken something��when I started noticing patterns�I waited. I�m waiting.
A little over a month ago I was hitch-hiking home from seeing my sister in Banff for her birth-day. I, stuck just outside of Penticton got picked up from a very interesting fellow from the Netherlands named Martin. martin was a fellow that was coming to BC to divorce his wife. He seemed strange at first, but as the conversation started weaving and bobbing something started to rear it�s head. I was noticing something about Martin in what he was saying.
We stopped for lunch at a restaurant and were eating salad and as he was explaining his view of the world to me, I tried to sum it up for him��to live is to dream, to die is to awaken.� He looked at me few about 30 seconds before he finally decided to say��Yes. I know�that�s it Georgie, where did you hear that.� I just looked at him.
Later on in the car we really got into it. I mean one of those conversations that has no business occurring between two strangers alone on a mean stretch of a gutless BC highway. It was like the words coming out of our mouths were two rivers from one source. And nearing the end of this stripping-the-bullshit away discourse, he looked at me and said,
- �Georgie, there are certain things that I just know. I walk into a bookstore and I see a book and feel compelled to pick it up and I know that if I read this book I will learn something very important. I feel it. I know, Georgie�like you. I talk to you and I know that you understand, that you are close to what I am saying�you are an old soul. it was like in the restaurant, there was someone there as well��
- �The waitress?�
- "Yes."
- �Then let me get this straight. Do you believe it is divinity�no�ah�I mean�do you believe that it�s not by accident�I mean do you believe that these things happen to you for a reason, not by chance.�
- �Georgie! I don�t believe it�I know it!�
- �Then you believe that it was no accident that out of all the cars today, and time and space�you said you don�t normally pick people up�you don�t think that there was any chance involved in you picking me up today, do you?�
- �No Georgie,�no.�
And around this point things started happening. Or�no they didn�t. A friend of mine said �Maybe only now was I starting to notice them,� and maybe he was right. Around this point I started remembering things. I started to noticed things: connections.
My website and how everything in it is connected or infused with something. People that I meet on the street in those one in a million situations. Movies that have quotes that have already come out of my mouth. Music that does the same thing or is inspired by the same thing. Gwalgen Hops and fight club. Pi and the pranksters. American beauty and vinyl and Indonesia. Aphex twin and Ween and KC and Tool and Spookey and a million other bands and books and movies and sayings and philosophies and life experiences that all seem to be related in the same way but how could that be than other by coincidence? And most importantly, people.
People that I meet only once and then I know. The way Reid and I laugh and know about music. The way the wimmin in our lives cross. Kate and how I knew that she knew what to say. Martin on the road. The guys in Indonesia. A plethora of friends
And I start to notice the patterns of how I just happen to run into these people. How we have a good time and how they say something and I know. And then I wonder if the reason that the music hits us both; the reason that the movies are so important to watch; the reason we fuck, or laugh, or eat together, or run into the same friends, or echo the same thoughts silently�I wonder�
I wonder if the �unspoken thing� is really there.
And I wonder if it is what I think it is.
And I wonder how far I am willing to go.