Electric Love Camp

It’s from my favorite country. The one that makes me feel like home. Barely awake a smile crosses my face. And my heart. I get coffee “you can stay here” he says. I’m thinking about it. An hour passes. The air is fresh and cool. Time to leave. Time to move.

Unstoppable Today. Again. The morning mantra. My phone blowing up with messages from men of the past, thinking of me, knowing me on the island, reconnecting, being in the same place or following. Synchronicity all around, opening my eyes up to paradise, my friend asking me if I wanted tea. I nod laying on my mattress in front of my tent, slowly welcoming a new bright day that feels truly like a miracle after yesterday’s unbelievable synchronicity flow. 

Surely it was THE time to go. Right when I’m about to leave two German girls come inside „India is open“. There goes my destination. When my last nights friends take me down in their Tuktuk, drop me off I already have the next best thing waiting for me. The camp. Electric Love Camp. This safe space free camp that blows my mind the second I walk in. All these cozy tents, the kindly smiling guys welcoming me with pure warmth, setting me in the chillout bar area, making me a fresh pineapple juice.

I drop my bags, looking around at the beautiful jungle view, the colorful scarfs decorating the floor and palm tree built hut. Hippie camp number one, hottest hotspot Ella. I directly book two extra nights, I feel like I could spend long times here. When I sit down I start talking to the woman sitting across me. An instant flow of understanding, knowing, exchange. I laugh, I’m ecstatic, enthusiastic. Same age, connected in love and life, she’s asking me all kinds of questions about my heart and travels, listening carefully, frank interest, deep empathy as she shares part of her life story. Her friend comes to join. She’s going to India. Next week. Later I will find that Indian guy that I met last summer dropping messages on me like crazy. He’s in SriLanka, he wants to meet, I don’t. He wants to show me India, I don’t want him to speak to me while I get a message from a dutch number. I don’t know who it is. Strange things are happening and will keep happening. 

We stand under the sky, explaining the meanings of our tattoos, laughing more.

„You want a beer mam?“ Big bottle fighting my hangover, following the flow. Happiness that only seems to enlarge and grow with every minute. 

My new friend takes me to the most delicious place to have some curry finally filling out empty stomachs when my contact from the night before makes sure for lunch after breakfast as he will worry about dinner later on that night as well in the moment I was having it as all the upcoming days, making sure I’m eating. He’s not the only one.  The waiters smiling bright, kindness. We meet another alone traveling girl from Austria. Finally solo female travelers connecting as only seconds later we run into my first friend from the beginning of my journey. The world is small I think, not aware of what will happen only a bit later that day. 

Returning from running my errands, I find new faces in our cozy chill house. The youngsters. Two French guys, two German girls. More laughter, more language exchange, bright young minds another night slowly beginning, my favorite guys bringing me more beer. Hours pass. Hours of connection, sharing worlds and overcoming boundaries. We speak about manifestation. I try to explain how it works, how to make it happen while the girls are starving wishing for a pizza. We’re laughing, I explain calmly and in seriousness. It’s dark. Right before we leave, I ask Mariel if she wasn’t hungry. She says: „ah no it’s fine I ordered a…“ I run laughing to the girls, they are in shock, I’m in trust and belief, every time laughing when the Universe is showing off.

We do the same, going to find something to eat as strange messages from all over the place come through. People I haven’t spoken to. People I met elsewhere in the world and people I wouldn’t know. 

When we enter the bar, I sit down on the counter looking for drinks as the guy next to me grabs my wrist trying to read my tattoo. „Have you been to Iran?“ as I explain it’s Farsi. He asks me questions, telling me how Iran and its people is the greatest country in the world. The cute bartender turns towards us „Are you speaking about Iran? I’m from Iran.“ I don’t believe it, it’s too strange. We introduce ourselves in Farsi. I’m confused and amused at the same time. 

When I get going home at 2am the IranChain will show a new link. I receive a message. Again from a number I don’t have. I look at it. I have an idea. I ask what he sent me. He asks me if I’m in Ella. He’s seen me. My encounter from four years ago in Iran. I’m overwhelmed. A kind of curious excitement rushes through me waking up. The fascination of the Universe bringing worlds together. All birds fly to me. To paradise island from all sides and times of my journey. Held by my latest lovely friends from snowy Georgia, going through every day with me, making sure I know they’re there. „Of course Lina you’re special to me.“ Love is all around. And it’s growing and growing.

While I imagine how it would feel seeing my old friend from Iran somewhere around I instead run into Iran encounter from the night before in the cave. Funnily enough my manifestations turn out in interesting ways when I imagine him putting me on his motorbike going around the mountains with me; I Instead find myself on the motorbike with Tharu 24 hours later. I like the reality better than what I’ve had in mind, my SriLankan man treating me like a princess as the other guests as well. Always a smile in their kind face, this unexplainable sparkle in his dark eyes when he asks me if I wanted my coffee with my coconut milk only minutes after I open my eyes, gotten almost no sleep. I smile. I’m extremely tired but in bliss, my fairytale dreamland in paradise heaven. I truly had a great night finding this cute young man next to me smiling. All night he’d been holding me. After we had one of these chill nights at the campfire together, meeting a new friend, having dinner with my Indian mermaid friend and tiny Tharu in the city before. Surely my reminder „have your dinner“ as every day now was on spot.

Waking up with the coffee in my hands, processing the last night, how I fell asleep on the fire on the mattress next to him. Slowly and carefully he touches my hand from far. I’ve been waiting for this. When I saw the sparkle in his eyes for the first time I was wondering how it must feel being near him. Above and beyond. Explosive, soft, wild, ecstatic, natural, close, intense, meant to be, in the moment electric, entangled. Something I haven’t felt for a while. Something I’ve been missing. His warmth, his kindness, openness and honesty without giving a vibe of false effort or game playing. His pure nature of effortless seeing me, feeling me, moving towards me with respect and knowledge. 

My phone is ringing. My friend, my beauty, my love. She catches me in surprise, in my dreamworld. Not have I spoken to her in such a long time. She’s running, smiling, so happy to see me. We’re laughing. I’m so happy to hear her, see her, I share my last days’ bliss when tiny Tharu comes to my mattress, bringing sandwiches. He’s smiling at her. There she got a piece of my reality. Laughing, my heart and body bursting with excitement in fulfillment. She’s taking a picture of us. I love her. She brings me joy and true appreciation for friendship.

When we hang up I join the others under the palm leave roof. I stand at the bar. Tharu is smiling at me. I smile, looking into his eyes. He offers me watermelon. Just what I wanted. Lime, he cuts it into pieces, my favorite in the morning. I wonder again how all these things pop up in front of me as I wish for them. He touches my hand, his eyes piercing through mine carefully checking if it was ok for me. Public display. The rush keeps flowing. [Sidenote: Tharu just appearing right next to me, handing me a chocolate ice cream, the one I liked so much from yesterday after he’s already supplied me with my coffee and a fresh pineapple juice. Every day, it doesn’t end. Or as my dad would say „this is only the beginning“. As always he’s right. Tharu shows up in front of me again. „You can put your music on the big speakers“ I connect. Not only the music. The soundtrack to my life. I hear the train. Again. That significant sound of the SriLanka train moving through the jungle like a snake. Clear view. My soundtrack is Electric Love. „When are we taking LSD?“ He’s sitting down next to me on the couch and kisses me. SIA singing on with me.]

Back to yesterday morning starting off like today, an endless ever repeating flow of synchronicity. We all sit on the couches, sharing more food. Dimo is playing the guitar, they tell me to sing. „You always sing so beautifully in the morning“. Tharu is sitting behind me. „You want a massage?“. Today I say no to nothing. How could I when everything I get offered is a contribution to my well being. To make my life more Rich, more beautiful and enjoyable. I sink back into tiny Tharu‘s lap. He talks about taking me to a waterfall. Yes. We don’t end up going there. That doesn’t matter because I still end up on the back of his bike and in his arms at night, being welcomed into the new day in the same manner of my Electric Love camp and personal paradise. Namastē.