On a soft evening in spring I was sitting on my balcony, when I was approached through a dating site by man on who wanted to call me immediately. I was in a gentle mood and we called. His eagerness intrigued me. He wanted to know if I liked Louboutin shoes and designer clothes. He asked me about my favourite car. “A 1973 Maserati Ghibli”, I replied, “from the year I was born”.

He sighed. “Ah, I don’t have a 1973 Maserati Ghibli … but I dó have a 1973 Ferrari for you”. “Too bad, that’s nót a Maserati Ghibli”, I replied to his apparently unrefusable offer. We chatted about his car collection, his desires in life.  And I decided to visit him. Purely out of curiosity. Who was this man who immediately wanted to give me a car and a new wardrobe? I found a bored king, slumped on his throne.

He lived in a small castle in the middle of lush green. “I have lots of land!”, he said with an expansive gesture. “Do you enjoy your land?”, I asked. “No, I never visit it but I háve it!”, he replied. I saw the gardeners taking care of the beautiful gardens and wondered how much fulfillment it would really give, tending a garden that isn’t loved by its owner … The King had problems, too. I could see that. He had become entangled and was looking for a way out. And that way out was very simple for him: a woman!

We talked about his desires, his future and his worries. And behind every sentence his favourite solution appeared; a woman! She would pamper him with her energy. His beacon of beauty, purpose and joy. Ready to get spoiled. I noticed there had been many women whom he still cared for. One was travelling in Nepal at his expense and another was somewhere around the globe on a curious adventure. But not with him.

With the glance of my third eye, I took a look in his energy field and his network of relations. His love and money faded away without his own embodiment. And he, he sat dissatisfied and slumped on his throne, reluctantly looking for a new future. For me, this was a super challenge. So, I developed an instant strategy to rearrange his life, to let his energy flow back to him until it became rock solid and sparkling again. With a woman as a cherry on top, but nót as the core of the solution. He would then also attract a different kind of woman, not the gold diggers he was used to. I showed him the way …

But he wanted to kiss …. I left his castle and he drove me to the train station. He showed me the depths of his pain and sadness and confessed he wanted to end his life. I looked at him: “You know, you can move to the other side beyond those veils, but you will still have the same problems. It is the gift of the earth that you can enchant yourself here and grow.” He looked at me, being seen like no one ever saw him. The perfect moment silenced everything.

We shook hands, glanced warmly. Exchanged a few text messages. The phone rang once, and I thought for a moment that he had opened up to my proposal to guide him to a new chapter in his life, in true connection with the purity and warmth of his own heart. But of course it could also have been a Ghost Call ….

The Bored King on his Throne is published in Dutch in Lilith en de Gouden Tijd, you can buy it in every Dutch bookstore and online at bol.com and onsite by noorbongers.nl for your Dutch(learning) friends!