CHAPTER 1: 'Provenance'

PATIENCE- how it started it all. Perhaps that was a test for life. Being a Taurus; well known for being one of the most impatient of all, it also famous for being most resilient, adventurous and risky, never restrained by boundaries.

During my rehabilitation from a stroke, where literally challenged every hope and theory, I came out of the hospital in victory. The taste of winning this battle was accomplished. Sort of.

From baby steps, I had to learn how to walk and be independent.

Working really hard; with lots of motivation in mind; regained the strength to walk again, and was discharged from the hospital about year and a half later.

I felt I had to thank the source of this amazing foundation provided, the great vibes that invaded my self well-being and the necessity to make contact with them.

The outside world was deceiving at times. It offered me a whole array of great satisfying things for you, but at the same time; inadvertently suck up all your clear and most pure hearted feelings.

Later on I realized many things are impossible.

These stories will proof you things are possible; some not.

Walk with me along these stories.

My friend and I decided to do something different.

At that time, for us to go to a psychic to have our future told. Was drilling hard in our minds. Being young; just starting to experience life, wanted to cheat and challenge life. Perhaps we could enjoy those sudden turns life takes, same as in racing, you brace for the pain. That was our graduation gift- from me to you girlfriend; from me to you sister.

We found a shaman to contact and requested an appointment. We agreed and booked the appointment.

Curiosity was really getting into us. Anticipated anxiety did made us feel super excited.

Before entering the place, we wished each good luck and hugged.

It was a one to one appointment.

In his office he had lots of artifacts and spiritual, ghostly and supernatural stuff. We thought he knew his business.

After a couple of hours, Kah came out. She looked fine and happy.

My turn now to face the unknown future. I was nervous and eager to know, perhaps this way of cheating life was to be fun.

The room was dark, incense and lighted candles creating a dimmed environment welcomed me. I hear a voice- take a sit here. Let's see what's in store for you.

I felt the agitation of leaves being moved around me. Sometimes so quiet, it creeped me. Then he said - sit down now. I just cleansed you. Let's see what your clear future will bring to you.

I did not give many details. I heard many of these people are great making up stories. I just sat quiet and listened.

He said - you are going to have a lot of men going thru your life, but no one will really love you. I thought great, my wedding plans are no where close in the horizon.

He mentioned many other silly things that I considered to be stupid, but for some reason that one resonated in my mind.

Too young for love.

I don't have a time for that.

Our party life was fun, went and met lots of guys.

My girlfriend and I shared experiences and talked about who was going out with the most handsome and cute of all.

Working at an advertising agency affiliated to a tv chain company, for sure you were to meet famous people. Actors, singers; the fun world of entertainment.

We both enjoyed going to parties together, we agreed to watch each other's back when going to parties. We both women had to watch our backs. So we did. Right before our final days together, we agreed to have a sleep over to reminiscing old times, and of course take revenge for all the boyfriends we could and couldn't have. We drank, cheered and cursed.

We sang and cried together our hearts content out. We were both obsessed with 80's music, we loved and lived for the same singers.

Nick Kershaw's - 'Wouldn't it be Good'. That song hit us hard, knowing we would never ever see each other again. We cried our hearts out. We consoled each other. We wondered at that moment what a kiss was, that deep erotic juicy inviting kiss. The song got louder. We didn't mind.

Out of the blue, Kah looked straight at me. That intimidating look that made me uncomfortable. I felt shy.

She knelt besides me, with a beer can on one hand, the other stroke my short black hair. She had that Amazon warrior look, thin bronze skin, long silky black hair. So soft, when I touched it felt like touching silk. She sat closer to me and moved her long black hair to the other side of her round bronze face.

Without further word she looked at me. Got closer and closer. I could see the fire inside her body lively going on inside her.

She whispered to me. Don't worry, I need to know what a kiss feels like. We were drunk already. In a safe place, who the hell cares?

It was very late, full moon snd the next door neighbour dog barking suddenly stopped.

I turned back to my position in bed an saw her closer to me. Her juicy plump lips touched mine as I turned around. I kinda snap out of it, but she caught me and lost my balance. Both looked eyes and kissed. I felt the warm of her lips. Plump and juicy. I couldn't resist. So I responded to her request. That night we explored and enjoyed ourselves. Trying to keep in mind our soft spots and be ready for the real thing. It felt strange and inviting and scary. We had to stop.

We were scared of how far we were to afford. We went on our hunt for more deeper experiences, not for us, we already graduated on kissing subject.

Yep- I kissed a girl and I liked it.

Got any problem?

Days, months, passed by.

Later, offers for jobs started to show up. That party provided us a great relationship with the entertainment world.

We knew after graduating we were to depart our own ways. Sad thoughts invaded our heads, we tried to avoid the impossible. We said goodbye and wished us luck.

We migrated to different countries. We tried to keep communicating through another friend of a friend. The strong link we had was all of the sudden; broken.

I felt alone.

I tried to keep myself busy, as well as her, to keep our minds away from that incident. We were confused.

Kah migrated to Germany.

I migrated to Canada

Our last correspondence was 6 years later, then suddenly stopped. I tried to contact her. Even my friends didn't knew her whereabouts.

I wished her the best.