A Fairy the Keeps Sparkling

A man trying to escape nobody, arrives in Nimbin, sucked into an energetic vortex.

He lands almost immediately at the feet of a spunky lady, working in the market.

They immediately fall into heart connections, and exchange numbers.

The man disappears in a whirlwind.

After many trials and tribulations for weeks, the man expresses a beautiful heartfelt message back.

No response..

But randomly, without a shadow of thought, but a whole bunch of feeling, they find themselves looking each other in the eyes again, with interest blossoming.

They later connect on a dancefloor - the man had found himself lost again, drifting in seas of amazing souls.

This woman picks him out, and immediately engages with effortless, easy, and fun experiences.

They exchange many aligned principles, ideas of fun, and ways of life.

But energetically, it feels like life won't align for this pair.

Something missing in the air..?

Something pulling at the soul...

He withdrew his interest, sure he did not want to hurt such a beautiful creature.

They run into each other again and again - first, outside a voting booth, where neither got to vote.

Then, with her name wofting on the breeze, she appeared straight from a fairy forest, dressed in magical finery.

Despite an edge in the interaction, they still connected.

Was this a distraction?

Or was everything else distracting...?

There was nothing sticking that night, and their ways parted into the breeze that had carried them together.

Days later, another vortex.

A slight pull.

A murmer.

Intriguing.

What was it.

Again, as moving closer, and a comfort straight away. Connection. Fun and interesting things flowed so naturally from her mouth, it was like she was the dream itself.

There were so many reasons not to be there.

So many other stakeholders, people, energies would not approve.

This is not how the story should go...

But nevertheless, the man couldn't find a way to pull himself away. Filled with the idea of just running away together and never looking back.

He offered a hand of spontaneity.

She declined in the moment, while leaving wafts of interest and intrigue behind.

The rest is unknown...