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Ethan sat there knowing he could sit and stare for an hour with no interruption. How lucky he thought. Her beauty was so empowering, he needed this unfair advantage to settle him. She was just too beautiful to quietly chat to. He needed some time to build up, but then he would be ready.

  As she spoke Ethan just watched. He was calm again just listening and staring. He was far away enough in the lecture room for her not to see him but he could see everything.

  Her name was Kali Guinevere. Her skin was tanned but to Ethan it looked white and clear and dark at the same time. Her beauty was immense and her beauty had a path. It lay down a deep path, a past, a beginning and a destined future. A story that led to a feeling and that feeling had all the worlds of times spent together, remembered and unknown, all connected but still untouched right now to Ethan. When Ethan looked at her he saw her flowing hair and then her smile, her legs, the flow when she moved. Ethan realized they were the surface of the real depth and the adorable beauty of her soul self. The outside beauty was like ethereal symbols of her timeless self. Ethan remembered his dream about the light and the woman he couldn’t see. The feeling in that dream matched the feeling of Kali. ‘It’s her’ something seemed to say.

  An hour later Kali finished her lecture. She thanked the class. The students all liked her. A breath of fresh air to them all, so light and happy on her feet, clear in her energy. She was 31 but her girly innocents, made her appear 22. Like an angel for them all. But there was one that her soul craved to see again. The one that walked past her one hour ago in the corridor. The feeling she felt when she saw him was instant, the beauty she had seen was so pure and mysterious. She was so excited, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

  She walked off from the stage of the lecture room.

  The girl next to Ethan said, “she’s clever and lovely.”

  “Yes.”

  It was all Ethan could say. The girl looked at Ethan almost perplexed and intrigued by his lack of words.

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  Ethan drove home from college. The music played gently as he pondered his day. Ethan had noticed of late he was so much more balanced with his feelings. He remembered a time when he was so up and down and unable to make sense of it all. It was like random. You feel bad today and so it is. But lately he had taken on a new dimension within himself. He felt balanced and if there were any negative feelings he knew he could find out why.

  This realization brought more power to Ethan. As opposed to being a victim to the emotions, or life’s circumstances, he was now in charge. Not from mind but from his soul and spirit. His mother once said to Ethan, “If you are feeling like shit, get in touch with yourself and find out why.” At first Ethan thought this was too simple, he felt like crap some days and just thought that was life as a teenager or as an adult. Then he realized the many levels; what he ate, his emotions, others emotions, his mind, his heart. There were also changes in the energy in life from the stars, or the energy that came down here. Sometimes intense, sometimes gentle, sometimes it moved you so fast, other times it was a reassessment time and nothing really happened. But something had changed for Ethan, he was no longer being pulled so extremely by that energy. He felt peace and calm and when he didn’t, he would go within himself to find out why he was feeling the way he was. His answer most of the time was his mind, his mind trying to get back in. But once Ethan got in touch with all this, those angst feelings would start to lift.

  The truth was Ethan had been looking for himself his whole life and now he had found himself and by doing so he had also found wisdom and the feeling of peace. His mind was losing all control and he was becoming just one with his soul.

  Ethan pulled up to his house. He loved this home. It was the trees that surrounded it, the birds singing, hearing the water but there was something more. It was the perfect fit for him. It was not the first time Ethan had been in a lovely home with his mother. Ethan had these feelings that were deep and mystic and it was his soul sending those feelings through. There was another time, a long time ago when they both had this perfect life, not that either could remember now. It was just the feeling of oneness and a sense of deep appreciation and love. The feeling was soft and magical that derived from the soul, that they had been in this exact place before but in a different time, long ago.

  Ethan opened the front door dramatically as if he was a guest appearance on some host show. His mother was close by just adding some flowers to the vase by the front entrance. He often did quirky things just randomly. His mother was used to it, she liked it. It made her laugh.

  “How was class?” Elisabeth asked.

  “Good thanks.”

  “I’m making dinner around seven, young man.”

  “Thanks, mom. Do you wanna coffee?”

  “Yeah, thank you.”

  Ethan skipped to the kitchen and grinded down some coffee beans. He liked the process of grinding them down. It seemed more organic, like he was more at one with the beans and he knew the energy of them was more potent when they were untouched, until he broke them up to be consumed.

  Ethan loved how his mother would make dinner around 7pm. It wasn’t a ritual but she blended it in to the right time. Always a little later than early. Beautiful meals that usually came out around 7:30. She was a cool mom. He remembered living with the Taylors and it was dinner at 5:30pm and all sorts of moaning if it came out at 5:40. Now it was later and done with so much love and culture. It seemed to have a theme like her shop. The dinners just evolved and changed in mood and with the type of food. Sometimes simple, other times a three course meal. Just the two of them or the perfect guests. Ones they knew very well, some they didn’t.

  Ethan remembered Elisabeth having a friend around who was quite different. She didn’t know him too well. She had met him years ago at a hotel she stayed at and he was in the hotel bar, trying to get away from his work colleagues. She had liked him because he was so different. He was six foot five, dark hair with a big trench coat. At the time when she first saw him she wanted to ask, are you carrying a sword in there? He just had that look. On that particular night they hung out for about three hours. His name was Johnny, he liked Elisabeth because she was so warm towards him and as he was different he felt so happy to have someone to connect with and see him for who he was.

  Four years later he happened to be in San Francisco and had stumbled upon his old diary and found her number and called.

  That particular evening Ethan had Natasha with him. She was staying the night. She was dressed in a light blue dress that fitted perfectly to her figure. She had details everywhere on her clothes that night, a mix between street edge and high fashion. Ethan remembered seeing her and just thinking, wow. Unable to break down her look in any detail. She just looked cool, unassuming, graceful, almost fairly like. Ethan had that feeling of a buzz knowing tonight he was going to make love to her. It seemed too good to be true, she looked that gorgeous, the feeling it would give him was breath taking, almost so good that it should only come once in a blue moon.

  That evening Natasha was her true self, free of her mind, just at one with her beautiful heart. In that space she was a goddess. Her beauty and power could overwhelm Ethan. Their time together that night flowed like stars on a summer’s night, just glittering together in its huge space knowing their beauty could be expressed by being with one another and having each other.

  The dinner that evening was a three course meal. Elisabeth looked quite formal that evening in her black dress, her hair was straightened and put into an elegant style. It enhanced her cheek bones, somehow it did just that. It was winter with the open fire roaring, the balcony door was slightly ajar and the breeze would go through her hair and dress making them look as if they had a breath of life.

  The music played on medium level and it was a band Ethan had not heard before but it was 80’s with a darker edge than normal.

  As they sat down and Elisabeth was pouring the red wine Johnny rocked up. It was like he had just come from nowhere. His dark hair falling o
ver his face, a long trench coat to magnify his appearance. Ethan thought the same thing as his mom when she first saw him, where the fucks your sword? Ethan’s first feeling was that he was cool, different and he always liked that.

  The evening was divine, it was a Thursday and it was one of those random nights that Elisabeth would deliver. Johnny seemed to be a character that had just formed a moment ago and entered in to tell some tales and at the end of the night would return to his dark night and manifest somewhere else. But that was how the dinners flowed with Elisabeth, heightened allurement with touches of love everywhere. They were edgy, delicate, homely, delicious and sometimes simple. What was meant to be would happen was the general theme and a lot of love put into it.

  At the end of the evening Ethan went upstairs to his bedroom with Natasha, up the wooden staircase that went in a circular direction, with his Goth princess. Ethan knew he would be seeing her naked tonight and the anticipation of that was a feeling of serene bliss.

  That evening had been exquisite, the build up and then he faced his princess right before him in his room. His small balcony door was open, the curtain was half pulled with the wind gently blowing it around. The near full moon shined onto his Juliet balcony and he looked at Natasha. They were free in this moment of anything, no past, nothing but the now. The power of Ethan had channeled Natasha’s soul and only that. She was, at this moment, free of her past and mind. The beauty of the evening had also brought out her own beauty and as Ethan looked at her he couldn’t help but transform himself.

  They jumped onto the bed. Ethan on top of her, he could feel her bare legs and her dress pulling up above her thighs, she fitted so perfectly. Then he looked at her and just stared. He wanted to just stare at this beautiful woman for a moment and take it in. Natasha stared back. Ethan’s stare looked so intense, it was the way he was looking at her. He looked different.

  “You can’t look at me like that,” Natasha said.

  Ethan kept looking and then he kissed her. To him he was only staring closely, free of any thoughts, but his feelings made him look different. Later Natasha said she wanted to look away as it was so intense but she knew she couldn’t. Her soul had to face the beauty, or her beauty reflected back to her from Ethan. Ethan looked at her with love, pure love. No one had ever looked at Natasha in that way before and when she said you cannot look at me like that, she looked highly pristine and angelic to Ethan. There was this vulnerability when she said it, it was like the purity of her soul had emerged and for the first time in this human form she was looking back with pure love that was now new, but ancient from a long time before. It was the elements of the night, with the look of an angel, the love from a past, manifested the untainted love.

  They were the perfect match, until Ethan was not in her presence. Then she would return to her past, back into her mind and let her fear sabotage the beauty they shared.

  Natasha just couldn’t accept what she had. She had never had a sensitive, loving male before. She was not used it. She was used to hard, tough, rough males. That was what she knew. With Ethan being sensitive and loving she just couldn’t accept it and she refused it. Deeply, she rejected what they had, without really being conscious of it all.

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  Ethan was in bed fast asleep, his alarm had not gone off. He realized he was late for class as he awoke. He jumped out of bed and rushed around talking to himself,

  “I can’t believe my alarm didn’t go off.” He grabbed his alarm, looked at it, “what is wrong with you?”

  Ethan was rushing around his room. He tried an outfit on, looked in the mirror. He decided it looked a little drab, conservative, so he threw on another top, it looked better but…“Not quite.” He quickly changed again, this time he looked cool, edgy and a smidgen pretty all in one. He looked into the mirror…“That’s it.”

  He ran to the bathroom. He quickly applied some eyeliner, smudged it in places and applied gel to his hair. It was a huge amount, done within two seconds and looked as if a new texture had entered his hair, industrial almost. He ran outside, jumped through the door like a five year old child going to a birthday party.

  A couple of bays over Kali Guinevere had also slept in. She lay there with a serene look on her face. Her hair over flowed onto her pillow and the eight hours of sleep, with her soul away for the night had made her look pretty beauteous. She looked up at the ceiling, feeling the peace within her, then she remembered, class! She looked at her clock and realized she was late and jumped out of bed.

  She ran around her room trying to get ready. She tried a couple of tops on, changed her mind and then finally got the outfit she loved, looked in the mirror.

  “Perfect.”

  She left her home, closed the door and walked to her car with her legs slightly moving out of the split in her dress as she walked. She had her glasses on. Even as she rushed around, she looked exquisite in the grace that bestowed her. She was innocent and had an untouched feel about her. The subtle split in her dress (there for practical reasons) seemed to reveal her subtle edges within the woman of all she was. She smelt delicious with a perfume that was sweet but intoxicating. Her skin texture with this perfume emanated a scent that highlighted her beauty and gave her a smell that would only enter someone’s world once in a blue moon, that kind of distinctive match. She had straightened her hair from the night before. She flowed to her car. She walked but it was like she was on skates.

  She drove out of her driveway and headed towards the college. There was traffic everywhere, far more than normal. She decided to take a slight detour to get away from it all, but it seemed to follow her. She was late for her lecture and knew it wouldn’t be a good look to be late for her new job.

  Ethan was driving and having the same problems. A car in front of him was going really slow. He went to overtake but another car was coming. Then the build up just got worst. He looked at his watch and realized he was so late for his class. He kept on driving and then he came to some road works.

  “My alarm, now this…what the fuck?” he said to himself.

  Kali was having the same issues. Everything seemed to be blocking her. Everything.

  “I’m not going to make it,” she said.

  Ethan realized everything was in his way and then he surrendered.

  “I’m not going to make it... who cares,” he said to himself.

  Kali surrendered.

  “Who cares,” she said.

  It was more important for her to get to class than Ethan as she was the professor. They were not going to the same class, but their classes were scheduled for the same time.

  Ethan decided to pull over. He realized he wouldn’t make it in time for class and decided to look for a place where he could have a coffee and relax. It was nearly amusing to see where he was. The traffic, the road works and his decision to get away from it all had sent him quite a bit off track. He got out of his car and started walking. He saw an advertising billboard, with a lot of sevens in it. He had a key ring that had the number seven on it. Seven had always been his favorite number. He decided to keep walking, maybe the billboard was a sign so he headed in the direction where the billboard was. As he continued walking the sunlight came out from behind some trees and shined right into Ethan’s face. He glinted at the light from the sun as it shined on his face, he followed the light. Something seemed to say, follow the light, Ethan. Always follow the light. A few moments later he saw a cafe that he had never seen before. Perfect just what I need and he walked in.

  Kali was not too far away from Ethan now. She got out of her car and started walking. She had given up on class and like Ethan had decided to find a coffee. She was walking the other way. Away from where Ethan was and she kept walking.

  She was wearing dark clothes today as she felt deep and black seemed the tone she needed.

  As Kali walked further away from where Ethan was a man nearly bumped into her. Then some foreigners were on the footpath talking very loudly just ahead and more roadwork’s followed.
She was in touch with her senses and turned around and headed back towards where Ethan was.

  Ethan walked into the cafe. It was palatial with a lot of light, high stud and very roomy. It was up market and elegant. There were not many tables left but he found one. He sat down, admiring the place. It was busy and tasteful in its look, very abundant without a touch of pretentiousness. Ethan felt so good, the universe had brought him here to this wonderful cafe, restaurant. Again he felt blessed with the surprises that his soul brought him. He thanked the universe.