Dubai Energy

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Tuning In to Dubai’s Energy

As you may have read in my other blog post, I’ve previously tapped into the Picasso energy in Barcelona.

That has meant so much to me. Not in any concrete way, but in terms of my way of thinking, possibilities, opportunities, and thinking outside the box. It was actually kind of magical!

That feeling—it was so special. And I had plans to go to Dubai. Everyone talks about Dubai, about how beautiful it is.

Of course, it’s all fake, because it’s all pretty new. It’s all about money, shopping, and putting on a show, or so they say. But I wanted to experience it for myself, just to see what it’s like to be there.

Of course, you can see that a lot of really rich people live there. And I wanted to go there, to work there, enjoying the sun. It’s something I do quite often—traveling to other destinations, usually Spain.

And just work out there on the patio in the sun. Because I can take my work with me wherever I go. When I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to come along, he said, “What would I even do there?” And that’s actually something I’ve heard several people say.

But I said no, I want to experience it at least once. I want to be there at least once. And I even told him, who knows, something might come of it—maybe a deal.

Maybe something good will come of it professionally. I don’t know, but I just want to go to Dubai. I want to experience it.

So I booked a ten-day stay. I went there and was happily working on the terrace in the shade when my laptop shut down because the battery was dead. Then I thought, okay, I’m not going to plug it back in. I’ll take it as a sign. And sure enough, I closed it up.

Across from me, I spotted a spot on a bench, right in the sunshine. So I sat down there, enjoying the sun and doing a little people-watching. The most beautiful people walked by. They were wearing gorgeous clothes.

Chic, really, really chic. And I had a view of a marina. Well, of course, there were beautiful yachts there, too.

The skyscrapers—or at least, they weren’t skyscrapers, but tall apartment buildings all around me. Beautiful apartment complexes, unique buildings, and architecture. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

And I was sitting there comfortably on that bench, enjoying myself. At one point, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man walking by rather quickly. And he was holding food and drink in his hands.

I saw that he was looking around—I think he was also looking for a spot on a bench where he could sit for a moment. A little while later, he came back and asked me, “May I sit next to you?” Because I was sitting alone on the bench, and there was indeed plenty of room. And I know from Dubai that men there don’t usually approach women.

They’re extremely polite there—that’s how you could describe it. They only address men; they shake hands with men. They also speak to men. Women are kind of left out of the conversation, but I was alone, so there was no one to speak to. And you can think whatever you want about it, but in this case, I find it very polite and also quite safe. Anyway, I was sitting there on that bench, and that man was sitting there with his food and drink, and he picked up his phone and started making a call.

He spoke English, and I looked at him; I think he was from India. This man actually began to present a dilemma to the person on the other end of the phone. And I was secretly eavesdropping a little bit myself.

But all in all, I became more and more interested in what this man had to say. And it wasn’t so much that I was very nosy or very curious, but I was actually just genuinely interested. I found out that this man was rolling in money.

He had a completely different world; he lived in a completely different world than the one I live in. Completely different. Completely different people around him, completely different budgets, completely different stories and experiences.

And I really enjoyed that. But this guy—he was clearly really struggling with something. I could tell just by the way he spoke, and it was about his mother.

He actually thought his mother was just a little unstable—that’s exactly what he said. He didn’t think his mother was quite right in the head. And he told that other person, “Man, my mom gave me one of the nicest Bentleys. She has a house right in the heart of London. And she has a problem with shopping. That woman shops all day long. But that’s not all—I walk into the house and see shoe boxes everywhere. Under the coffee table, under the dining table—all these shoe boxes piled up. It’s bizarre; that woman can’t keep her hands off her money.”

That woman doesn’t know how to handle money. She just keeps buying and buying and buying. I bought her a house in London, on Baker Street, that’s 4,000 square meters, and every time I go there, she’s torn something down in that house again.

“I’ll have to have some more things made there. She has so many rooms, and all of them are piled high with clothes and shoe boxes. And she just keeps buying and buying.” He continued his story: “We were traveling in India, where we were being driven around in a Bentley. And at one point, she said to the driver, ‘Stop here.’ I looked around—we were in a poor neighborhood. My mother was wearing at least 200,000 euros’ worth of jewelry, and the people who live there can just buy a big house for 200,000 euros. And she had all that draped around her body. She wanted to stop because somewhere down that street she’d spotted a little shop she wanted to visit.”

He says, “Mom, these people are so poor. You’re walking out of a fancy Bentley with 200,000 euros worth of jewelry on you. If you get out, when people see this, they’ll form a big crowd around you. I won’t be able to protect you then. The police can’t protect you. You’ll get robbed—and maybe something even worse. You’re not thinking straight. You’re out of your mind. You’re not just going to get out here to go to a little shop.”

That man was really worried. That much was clear. And he said, “Mom, I want you to come to Dubai. It’s safe here. You can do whatever you want here. It’s safe here. I’m confident you’ll be safe here, too. I can’t keep an eye on you. I can’t help you. I can’t protect you. I just want you to come here, but she doesn’t want to.” He says, “What am I supposed to do with my mom?”

At one point, he said something to me—and I didn’t even realize it. I was listening a little, of course, but I was also just really enjoying the surroundings, so it was kind of a combination of a few things. And then, at one point, I heard someone next to me say, “Miss.” And the second time: “Miss.” And then I thought, “Oh, he’s talking to me,” so I turned around.

I said, “Yes.” He said, “Sorry about that, but is my phone call bothering you?” And of course I said no. That was true, and secretly, deep down, yes, I was actually enjoying the conversation I could hear.

And it’s not that I enjoyed his worries, but more that I enjoyed being in a different world for a moment, just for myself. I mean, I have my own worries and little issues, but so does he—and on his level when it comes to money and wealth. And of course, I was on a completely different level than he is when it comes to money and wealth. And I thought it was so fascinating to hear what his life is like. Everything he goes through. And what opportunities exist there.

But it also shows that he is worried. And I actually—I don’t know how to put it—but I actually kind of enjoyed it. And I don’t mean that in a negative way. It’s not jealousy or that I don’t want him to have it. But it’s more that I was in a different world for a moment. And I really loved that—being in that world of such abundance when it comes to wealth. Because with my friends and family, I don’t talk on this level. Or I don’t hear these kinds of stories.

And they say you become like the people you hang out with. And maybe every now and then you really do need to be more selective about who you spend time with—precisely to take yourself to the next level.

So I was sitting there enjoying myself, and that man kept talking for a while. And at one point I thought, “Well, I’m going to head out now.” Because I wanted to keep going for a bit. I’m going to look around here and see what else there is. So I stood up and said to that man, “Have a great rest of your day.” Actually, I wanted to say, “Good luck with your mom.” But I thought, no, I won’t do that. Because then he’d know I’d really been listening. But I thought it was a very special experience.

So the reason I went to Dubai was to tap into that energy. But also to maybe land a good business deal. And it wasn’t until I got home that I realized I’d actually gotten it in a different way.

But more on that later.

With love,

Priscilla

Tuning Into Dubai Energy

As you may have read in my other blog, I previously tapped into the Picasso energy in Barcelona.

That experience meant so much to me. Not something tangible, but in terms of my mindset, the opportunities it brought, and learning to think outside the box. It was truly magical!

That feeling was so special. And I had this plan to go to Dubai. Everyone talks about Dubai and how beautiful it is.

Of course, it’s all kind of fake, since everything is so new. It’s all about money, shopping, and showing off—at least, that’s what people say. But I wanted to experience it for myself, to see what it’s like to actually be there.

You see so many truly wealthy people living there. And I wanted to go there, to work, and enjoy the sun. Something I often do—usually in Spain.

I’m just working on a sunny terrace, because I can take my work anywhere. When I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to come, he said, “What would I even do there?” And to be honest, I’ve heard that from a few other people, too.

But I said no, I want to experience it for myself. I want to be there at least once. And I even told him—who knows, maybe something will come of it, like a business deal.

Maybe something good will come of it professionally. I wasn’t sure, but I just wanted to go to Dubai. I wanted to experience it.

So, I booked ten days. I went there, and I was working on a terrace, in the shade, when suddenly my laptop shut down—the battery was dead. I thought, okay, I’m not going to plug it in again. I’ll take it as a sign. I closed it.

Across from me, I saw a spot on a bench in the sun. So I sat down there, enjoying the sunshine and watching people. The most beautiful people walked by. They were impeccably dressed.

So chic. Truly elegant. And I had a view of a marina filled with stunning yachts.

Skyscrapers—or well, maybe not actual skyscrapers, but tall buildings all around me. Gorgeous apartment complexes, unique architecture. I couldn’t stop looking around.

So I sat there on that bench, just taking it all in. At one point, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man moving rather quickly, carrying food and drinks.

It looked like he was looking for a spot on a bench to sit down. A little while later, he came back and asked, “May I sit next to you?” I was alone on the bench, and there was plenty of room. I know that in Dubai, men don’t usually address women directly.

They are extremely polite—you could say overly so. Only men speak to men and shake hands with men. They don’t really address women directly.

Women tend to be left out of those interactions, but since I was alone, there was no man to address. You can think whatever you want about that, but in this case, I found it very respectful, and it actually made me feel quite safe. So anyway, he sat down with his food and drink, took out his phone, and started a call.

He spoke English, and I figured he was from India. The man began explaining a dilemma to the person on the other end of the line. I kind of eavesdropped, surreptitiously.

I became more and more interested in what he was saying. Not because I was nosy, but because I was genuinely intrigued. I found out that this man was incredibly wealthy.

A world completely different from mine. Totally different people around him, completely different budgets, stories, and experiences.

And I really enjoyed that. But the man was clearly struggling with something. He talked about his mother.

He literally said he thought she was a little unstable. “Not quite all there,” were his words. He told the other person, “My mom got one of the finest Bentleys from me. She has a house in the heart of London. And she has a serious shopping problem. She shops all day long.”

“But that’s not the only thing,” he continued. “I walk into the house and see shoeboxes everywhere—under the coffee table, under the dining table, stacked all over the place. It’s crazy. That woman has a hole in her hand. She doesn’t know how to manage money. She just keeps buying and buying. I bought her a house on Baker Street—4,000 square meters. And every time I visit, something else is broken.”

“I have to fix something again. She has so many rooms, and they’re all filled with clothes and shoeboxes. And she just keeps buying.” Then he said, “We were traveling in India once, riding around in a Bentley. At one point, she told the driver, ‘Stop here.’ I looked around—this was a poor neighborhood. My mother was wearing at least 200,000 euros worth of jewelry. People there could buy a big house for that amount. And she’s just wearing it all casually.”

“She saw a little shop and wanted to get out. I said, ‘Mom, these people are so poor. You’re stepping out of a flashy Bentley, draped in 200K worth of jewelry. If you get out, people are going to gather around you. I won’t be able to protect you. Neither can the police. You’ll be robbed—maybe worse. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re not in your right mind. You can’t just get out to go shopping here.’”

The man was seriously worried. That much was clear. He said, “Mom, I want you to come to Dubai. It’s safe here. You can do whatever you want here. It’s safe. I’m sure you’ll be okay here. I can’t keep an eye on you. I can’t help you. I can’t protect you. I just want you to come here. But she doesn’t want to.” Then he said, “What am I supposed to do with my mom?”

At some point he turned to me—and I didn’t even notice at first, since I was sort of listening but also just taking in my surroundings. Suddenly I heard, “Miss.” Then again, “Miss.” And I realized he was talking to me, so I turned.

I said, “Yes?” He said, “Sorry, am I bothering you with my phone call?” And of course I said no. And that was true. Secretly, I was kind of enjoying eavesdropping on the conversation.

Not because I enjoyed seeing him stressed out, but because it allowed me to step into a different world for a moment. I mean, I have my own worries and problems, but so does he—just on a completely different level, financially speaking, in terms of wealth. I’m on a whole different level compared to him.

And I just loved hearing about what his life is like. What he goes through. What kinds of opportunities he encounters.

But also, that he has concerns. I don’t know how to put it, but I actually quite enjoyed it. And I don’t mean that in a negative way. It’s not jealousy, and I don’t begrudge him anything. It was just being in a different world for a moment. And that felt so good.

To step into a world of such abundance—even if only in my mind. Because with friends and family, I don’t have conversations on that level. I don’t hear stories like that.

And they say you become like the people you surround yourself with. Maybe sometimes you need to reevaluate who you spend time with—to raise yourself to a higher level.

So I was just having a good time, and the man kept talking on the phone. Eventually, I thought, okay, time to move on. I want to keep exploring.

I stood up and said to the man, “Have a lovely day.” I actually wanted to say, “Good luck with your mom,” but I didn’t—because then he’d know I was listening. Still, it was such a special experience.

The reason I went to Dubai was to tap into that energy. And maybe, just maybe, strike a good business deal. And once I got home, I realized I did get something out of it—just in a different way.

But more on that later.

In love

Priscilla