Let face it, there is no beginning and no end to a story

It was a very sunny afternoon the other day when I went to the park to translate some of the Klaus material (I’m busy doing the French translation of the book ‘The messenger’ by Klaus Joehle, if you are a French or Quebec publisher please contact me because we do not have a French-language publisher yet)

I sat on the grass near the water in a nice spot at the park, they were not many people in spite of the sun, all the people in the park were distant from me, because, we had a lot of space.

I translated some material then I turned the head in direction of the street sidewalk near by and I spotted that breathtaking girl , she was the Mediterranean type , she could have done a good cover girl magazine, because, she was perfect for that. She even looks much more attractive than the ZetaJones looking girl of the other week, I know what you think ‘Boys will be boys’ At least it tell me where I m with that “love meditation”, in rare occasion I reached peaked where I was perceiving everything and everyone as very beautiful.

I continued translating some material and then turned the head on my left side and she was there sitting next to me 4 meters (13 feet) away then I turned the head in direction of the sidewalk again a woman was walking and saw all of this, and looked at me like saying “oh, boy, the park is virtually empty and she sat next to you do you know what does it mean ? Talk to her idiot”

Put my head again in the material to translate , turned the head again in direction of this girl, did a smile, she politely smiled back and she took her mp3 player and a book, and immersed herself in it, at least she pretended.

Time to time, she turned her head in my direction, it was funny many guys passed near us, they did nothing, young guys complain all the time they want to meet a breathtaking girl and when they see one alone in a park, they do nothing about it, granted her body language wasn’t inviting , she was clearly broadcasting leave me alone. She actually saw none of the guys, her head was in her book.

I finished to translate my material for the day and then I went talk to her (after all, she sat next to me in an almost empty park for a reason, don’t you think so ?)

I interrupted her in her deep focused reading , she acted or pretended to be surprised.
She was speaking in English and was reading a German book, I told her that I was translating a book from a German author, book written in English.
She wasn’t very interested in all the book talk then I asked her name and did a big smile, I could see her eyes brightened, she had the neena (Neena is a girl name meaning pretty eyes; it is also one of the protagonist from the page I was translating)

she told me her name then she started to ask about me , I could see in her eyes that she liked me , well, we liked each other however I had to leave, we expressed the wish to see each other again and I left the place.

This was funny event for me.

As I walked my way home a train of thoughts invaded me.
Does a story start when we made certain decisions which lead us to the path that led to the start of the story?

That morning I expressed the wish to meet such person, someone like my friend from Spain, but, may be, she was the one who had a wish to meet someone like me.

And what is important into that ?
As I was walking to my way home I was noticing that the page I translated from Klaus ,the question he asked , are the questions I asked to myself.

Does a story really have a beginning or even have an end ? where does it begin and where does it end ?

When I listened to the Klaus recording ’10 minutes of radiance’ I wondered if I could use this love stuffs to fix things too just like Klaus did, then the same day, I attracted that event with the wounded bird I had to send love to make it feel better.

May be it started there when I realized I attract “real” world lessons from what I listen and read from Klaus, why I’m asking myself when a story start and when a story end, because this event with this girl when does it start .

Do we know ? does it start when I expressed the wish to meet such person, does it start when she sat next to me or when I went talk to her.

May be, it started last summer when I was at the beach listening to Money is Love audio recording from Klaus at some point we heard a strong wind, at that moment, I removed my earphone and there was a strong wind on the beach, later in the same recording we heard a plane at the exact same moment a plane was flying above the beach, the synchronization was perfect.

In fact I have no idea when a story start or end, like Klaus said :
“Let face it …there is no beginning and no end …”

I always try to create with my thoughts and create better things but there is no way to locate the beginning or the end of the process, do you know where this article really start ?

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