It was a quiet sunday on the island, and I was cruising my giant nature gardens of landscapes, beaches, mountains, hills and fields of vibrant orange/rust colored soils, with intense blue skies -as mostly on Ibiza. 

Cruising alone in my english friend’s black lowered GTI, with all black-tainted windows, looking really getto to the outside, while on in the inside, my reality was just a mirrored (english) version of a car. But yes definately also feeling that one does sit awfully low in that car /for a VW Golf GTI. 

While in my own nature-high bubble, I started feeling wanting a friend with me at my side. Next the lonelyness feeling was the shimmering milkyway in my universe, but all in my attention, as if I had noticed it for the first time. Driving the rollercoaster shaped curvy fun-feeling road between San Miguel and the Bennirras road, my phone rang, and it was some american girl expecting Yaniv (my ex) to pick up the phone!? 

Yaniv was my charming, seemingly sweet, knowing how to be gentle and romantic, but manipulative, childish, spoiled, selfish and selfabsorbed thief and liar of an ex-boyfriend, who I was trying to maintain a worldfamily friendship with because I still believed he wasn’t a bad person. BUT it turned out he was way worse than I wass able to imagine. …and therefore glad I ended the coupling with him after about only a months time. 

And while I had been staying at his appartment for two weeks, with my best friends boyfriend looking for our new house (to live in with my at the te best friend Dobi and her boyfriend) I had allowed Yaniv to call this american girl, who he had the cooles sex-experience story-to-tell with; having sex for hours on mdma, during which they eventually started a real conversation, while still continuing having sex. …yeah whatever man! Absolutely uninteresting stuff to me. 

It was impossible to stop him from always giving me reports of all his fling stories, which seemed to be so many!, now that he was so entertainingly fun and outgoing on mdma all the time, which he started taking after our couple-breakup. I’d tell him ,,pls stop telling me the details, it makes me feel disgusted with you, not jealous. But that couldn’t stop his “pride and joy” stories, he would even call me up when I was away for weeks with my show-dancing work, just bursting with joy like a kid, who just had to tell me every damn story. It felt as if he had to proove his worth as a man to me. Doing it in a way which just says the exact opposite, to any woman of an even just somewhat sane healthy breed. Only some prehistoric breed of minds could produce a woman into our pressent day, who would fall for something so macho, for posing an alpha trait. Hello!? 

So after some bit of a confusing moment I realize who this american girl on the phone was, and then I explained it to her ~what just happened to us right there. 

She was hoping he could pick her up and take her to sundaydrumming on Benirras beach, because she was still waiting to get the first available rented car. So I picked her up. At the first look of her she felt familiar, like seeing a relative or so. 

We drove to the beach, where there was loud sunday-drumming so we hadn’t spoken much yet. She was going around like flowerchild in the 70’s, independently surfing the party/the crowd sort of thing, and started to dance like an african. 

We arrived exactly in time for the last half sunset hour with which the dark came, as if immediately, then gradually the evening turned to night, and as we drove home she asked me for my dirth date time etc., to look up some chart of mine, which she would then explain to me for brunch the following next day. 

All what she then was telling me about me at that brunch, was absolutely but so-was impossible for her to have even a notion of at that time in our relationship so fresh and hardly begun. But she told me so much, and all of it fit me, even things I never verbalized myself, and I was feeling as if she had looked inside me all night like only a witch could do, and was now telling me, including even why I am the way I am, on top of it all.  It was as if I was not only naked, but see through as well. 

The system is not a Horoscope or Zodiac, rather it is a combination of that of the western world, and the chinese, and the e-ching and more. 

It explains things about why a person functions so and so, why they tend to be or do or react as such amd such, and so much more. 

When you get to understand Human Design a bit, and you look up for example a friend as well, then it shows different effects you have on each other, what extra traits you awaken/connect together, and many more things. 

Here is my H.D. body chart, which does look pretty see through. And I am a Manifesting Generator  who is emotional, and has the full channel of making music. …and of course so much more. 

And here is an introduction to the H.D. by the Canadian man who discovered it and is the messenger of this incredible system. His name was Ra Uru Hu

THE SPLEEN ….undefined in my case; 


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