It was my last day at the temple in Seoul; fate—or the architect of this beautiful illusion—had brought me to South Korea with the intention of seeing, for the last time, a girl who, directly and indirectly, had been the architect of my inner transformation. I wanted to say goodbye to her spiritually by meeting her in the capital, which, as it happens, is called Seoul; in English it is pronounced ‘Soul’, and I was there for something connected to my Soul – the Creator has a fine sense of humour.

I’ll never see her again, I was convinced of that… but a doubt crept in when the head of the Monks, returning from Tibet after visiting the Dalai Lama, gave me a red string bracelet. In Asia, it symbolises the connection between two Souls bound together forever, one life after another; perhaps this won’t be the last time we meet.

It seems to be the case: three years later, in a random month – though perhaps it isn’t so random – I start seeing the number 222 everywhere. It’s a sequence I’ve always associated with her and our spiritual bond – perhaps a karmic one. To make matters more interesting, I start dreaming about her; I have a dream about her; I don’t remember the details, but I wake up happy. A week goes by and I have another dream where she tells me she still loves me. Strange – I haven’t thought about her in ages, and I don’t think I’ve done anything to reconnect with her energetically. I’m in Whitstable for work and on the first night I dream of her again; she comes to my house but my girlfriend is in the other room. In the dream, I realise I can’t let her into my room; the only way is for it to be empty, but for that to happen I’d have to leave my current partner. When I wake up, I decide I must send her a message that day; it’s obvious something is going on and I want to understand it better. ….. anextraordinaryandordinarylife…