It took me really quite some time to start to understand how the universe works. Well, these are big words, maybe I should say how it did work for us in our specific situation. I remember how I sat in that restaurant for many days, morning after morning, doing stuff online, while I was not really sure about my direction I had in life. I expected to have one handed to me somehow, but it seemed that all I started wasn't something I should follow. So many mornings and days I sat in there, observing the tourists, observing the workers. I observed how they behaved, what they would be aware of. I saw dynamics between them, their behaviors. But in some strange form I felt like I could not connect to people anymore. The longer I followed this path, the less I felt I did belong to the world. Everything seemed to get somehow meaningless and people seemed to be chasing shadows and illusions of dreams. My experience of life was changing from day to day. I suddenly would enjoy watching birds feed on bananas, longer than I thought I could. I enjoyed playing with cats. And other days even things that would warm my heart would not touch me anymore, be it food or a beer. I had many quite zynical moments and the moods could change fast. It would be so strange to understand even for me that I thought that well, maybe I was a bit crazy indeed. But who defines that and who are we to say, someone is crazy or not. And what is that normal everyone is talking about anyways. Down the road, we all are a infinite whole of surprises, depending on the situations we are in. But anyways, let's focus on something else. One day, my friend, having diarrhea for weeks, would get up in and say: Ok, enough of this. I am sick of this one layer cheap toilet paper son of a bitch." I thought silently: yeah, the toilet paper. Let me tell you, I am sick of not knowing where my next meal is about to come from. I am sick of listening to everybody's stuff, hoping to get a dime for food. I am sick of wondering what I am doing here". But it was not my turn to make wishes. The universe has a plan for everything. And right then I was supposed to simmer a bit longer in my moods and self pity. I would soon change. So my friend went on to say that he is going to manifest new toilet paper, some kick ass three layer scotty flower scent stuff. the real deal so he could at least enjoy wiping his butt after shitting his brains out. "I am so sick to have to wash my hands like crazy every time" he told me and showed me his crippled fingers. I would probably hate him for such (for me) pointless information. My heart was cold, I had a lot of anger and frustration still in me. 
As usual, we would pack our bags - a magnet pulser, the bio electric frequency generator and a laptop, some water and some other supplies - and walk through the streets. It was melting hot, the streets and houses reflected the suns rays like an oven. We would walk quietly our 10 minute walk to grandmas house. By the time we got there, we'd all be soaking wet. We didn't have breakfast. Maybe coffee. This ritual, ah how many times I walked that way, hoping for food, dreaming of bliss, abundance, joy, passion, sex. Yes, it would all cross my mind and distract me. How many walks would I silently grumple and hate, swear and whatnot, the heat and the hunger didn't help. It was months now of these reoccurring patterns of thoughts, but I learned to switch out of it faster and faster. God will provide. The universe knows. Ok, let's try it. Let's see. I forgot the toilet paper by that time. 

Here is something else that many people have said before and it really makes sense. There is always something that could be better or is not good enough to make you try to change things, to keep you busy with improving, busy with complaining, busy with whatever distraction, so you don't stay in the moment. Think of this: what where the happiest moments in your life? I would almost bet that it was certainly not a moment you have been waiting for for months or years or one you have been planning for decades. I remember my graduation should have been that moment I worked so hard for over the 5 past years. The lack of sleep, free time, joy, you name it. But at that moment I was though very happy, however I barely remember any of it. I remember there was food and drink (yeah you must have guessed it, I do like food and drink indeed). But my happy moments, they weren't the ones I planned for for some time or was looking for for a long time. So do you remember some of yours? I remember many. One was me snorkeling a river in my home with a friend, thinking: why are we snorkeling in a sweet water river, there is nothing to see here. But his enthusiasm about little snails and shells was so contagious that I soon was mesmerized. Another one was my friends mom asking me If I would like to play the drums. I thought it was like playing some buckets, but he had an actual drum and I was just in absolute bliss, hitting those drums for a long time. What do those moments have, that the other ones don't? Maybe it is the surprise factor. But it certainly has to do with the fact that they had no pressure of having to be "grande', 'special' and 'that one moment that has to make me so happy'. The magic is hidden in the little things that mesmerize us and let us forget about everything else. the bliss state, when there is no doubt, no thought, no worry. The moment when we are fully involved in the current moment. It is timeless and there is nothing but that very moment. Do you remember any of those moments and are they some of the best ones you remember? And I am sure they weren't planned? 
Anyways, we got to the house and there was grandma, standing in the door. Normally she would sit in her chair inside, but today she was outside and she had an unfamiliar look on her face. Her white hair and dress matched very well. She goes like: Doctor, I don't know what to say, but I feel like I have to give this to you. This morning, there was a loaded truck and they dropped of so much and a voice just kept telling me over and over: give some to the doctor. Now, it might seem really odd or weird, but here you go, I gift you some toilet paper!

My friend had the biggest smile on his face, hugged grandma for a long time and thanked her many times. We took pictures with him and the toilet paper and he showed it all over town. He must have been very happy. And well, while probably the whole town now might think we are crazy, he enjoyed his toilet time like no one else, with his gifted toilet paper, which by the way, was a beautiful scotty three layer, jasmine scented one. Of all odds... Miracles exist. And this was just one I told you about. 

See you tomorrow,

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