The lie of the shooting star – The experiment

While backpacking for 3 months in Southeast Asia, I travelled four weeks through Cambodia. A few months earlier I read this article about the thesis that spoke out against keeping the shooting star secret and was 100% compliant with the author. Lines to which I really resonated. Those that made me nod and agree while reading. It became clear to me that only such wishes can be fulfilled. When I landed on this beautiful island in the south of Cambodia (Koh Rong Sanloem – catch some of my island moments) between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, sat at the campfire and waited for my Nepalese buddy to join the midnight-ocean-swimming and the natural spectacle of the Glowing Plankton, I saw these two shooting stars. First one, my wish was immediately clear. Then the second and I repeated the same wish, because: Better safe than sorry.

The new hypothesis ready, I approached the group of travellers on the other side of the fire and told them that I just saw two shooting stars and what they believed one should do. They confirmed theory number 1, the well-known one. – but not the well tried one or did one of your shooting star wishes ever come true…? See, that´s why we are talking 😉 That’s why you & I, the two of us, meet right here, in these lines.

I told the campfire group that I would now tell them my wish and all of them were like: NOOO!! Don’t do it! I said: YES I DO! And I’ll explain why:

The shooting star theory that you know is not tenable in practice, because how can something be fulfilled that no one knows. You have to say what you want; communicate what you want; talk to people, because that is the only way you get resonance, which in turn sets the stone rolling that emerges at the end of fulfillment. Because, as Einstein already stated in the early twenties, energy follows attention. [The complete theory including the findings in the main article “The shooting star lie“]

So I told them that my wish was to return to the mainland one week later for New Year’s Eve and to celebrate the turn of the year in the Jungle on the very cool underground rave I had discovered. I just came from this magical place, which fascinated me because the setting was unique and the all the rest was great aswell. Great cinema to be exact. You drove 15min with the Tuktuk from the village to the Jungle, reached the venue over a bridge and if you entered over it, you first saw a Ferris wheel standing in the middle of the Cambodian forest. As an event manager and festival booker this impressed me very much, I knew about the logistical effort, in addition the same in a developing country. High Five! And, respect! And on top of the DJ desk, which was made of wood and four car fronts, there was a train, such a train, which is lying under the Christmas tree for little boys, only in much bigger size. On the other side of the dance floor there was a chairoplane, which made mini-motorcycles circle and which was so old that it was powered by oil.

It cost a dollar a ride to take you and your buddies back to childhood and joyfully do a few laps. The dance floor was framed by a wooden platform that protruded into the trees and was so large that 50 men could easily sit on it and chill at the same time. Real toilets were also available.

The magic of the forest, always on Wednesdays and on additional holidays, open from 10 – 10 o’clock. The afterparty, for all the last standing hippies, took place in an enchanting place called Neverland. The composition of the people was exciting and relaxing. I liked it there. As a Berlin City Girl I was used to good electronic music, not always an easy task to find in Asia, and it was served there.

So there was no better place for the night of the nights than this one: Kerfuffle. I told the campfire story, that’s exactly where I want to be New Year’s Eve, however and with whomever. Then my buddy came back from the room, ready to go to see the glowing plankton. We knew each other from Kathmandu. He was the founder of an artists’ collective (ARTLAB) and organizer of a streetart festival ‘Prasad‘ in Nepal. The reason why he was in December in Phon Phen, the capital of Cambodia (in the south) and venue of the Cambodia Urban Art (Streetart Festival), which was also my reason for arriving in December.

When our paths crossed again, this time unplanned in the old walls of Angkor Wat (in the north of the country), we decided to travel together to the beaches in the south.

While he continued after one night Koh Rong Sanloem on the way to the neighbouring island Koh Rong, I stayed seven nights more on the island, found a hostel in which I had free board and lodging against assistance and got to know so two sugar-sweet and megacool French girls, whom I also reported about my wish. I showed them photos of the Ferris wheel and was raving about. The next day they visited me in the morning on our terrace while I was serving breakfast, fell around my neck beaming with joy and excitedly announced that they would accompany me into the jungle and cancel their planned trip to Bangkok. So the next day we left the island by speedboat

and celebrated together the turn of the year 2017/2018 somewhere in the Jungle of Cambodia, exactly where it was most beautiful on New Year’s Eve. Exactly where we wanted to be. Exactly where I had wished to be via shooting star.

And BOOM! there it was, there was the proof: The wish was fulfilled because I communicated it. Because energy flows where attention goes. Because if I had tacitly closed the wish within me, I don’t know if I would have made my way back to the Jungle on the mainland alone. Probably I would have joined a group and landed on the tourist island Koh Rong to celebrate at the so-called Police Beach to commercial music. But my wish was different and I fulfilled it. Quite simply by pronouncing it and repeating it until it came true.

Communication. Resonance. Visualization. Manifestation.

Thus I landed New Year’s Eve as desired in the Jungle. Our flow was so good, we even started our Vietnam adventure together, with the bus across the border.

But that’s another story.

[Shout Out to Nelly and Lila: Thank you for the unspeakable flow. Our moments. We were us and we were wonderful.]