Amsterdam.  Doing my blog in a small pub with pool tables and dart boards.  It's lunchtime and no one else is here but Robert and I and the bartender.  Disco music is playing

It's another beautiful hot day!  We've had very warm weather since we arrived four days ago.  The seminar with Felix went well--we had a wonderful group of people--lots of coaches, trainers, and people interested in developing their business in alignment with who they really are. 

The central top of the seminar was synchronicity, and I experienced a huge one myself at the lunch break.  It turned out that the big table was full, and so Robert and I took a smaller booth to the side.  We were joined by four other people.  Two people were a couple, Karel and Maryanne.  Maryanne had introduced herself as a past-life regression therapist, so I was at once intrigued.  At lunch, I mentioned that one of the most influential books on my thinking--on the topic of past life and reincarnation--was by a Dutch author, Hans Ten Dam.  Dr. Ten Dam is one of their best friends, and he trained both Maryanne and Karel!!  I was blown away.  Karel asked if I would like to meet Ten Dam, and without thinking, I said yes.  Karel called him on the cell phone, and he is indeed in town, and not traveling as he often does.  I have an appointment to have a session with him on Wednesday.  We will have to take a train to go out to the place where he lives.  How can this be!  I remember even the day when I found this book, called simply, Reincarnation, in a basement, dark, esoteric bookstore in New York City--I think the name was Elie Weisel, and I believe they have gone out of business.  I read this book many times, and underlined special passages, as I used the vast research studies in it in some of my seminars to explain about past lives and how we come to choose a focus and purpose for our lives.

After the seminar I received a huge bouquet of organe tulips, which I have in the hotel room now.  Robert and I are staying at the Hotel Filoosof--the Hotel of Philosophy--and we are in the Aristotle room.

We also visited Rembrandt's house--kitchen, (they slept in box beds--sort of a built-in bed with drawers and cabinet doors to hide the bed.)  They didn't really distinquish bedrooms back then.  We stepped into his studio, and etching room, and saw many of his paintings throughout the four or five floors (each with a very steep spiral staircase.)

More private sessions this afternoon.