Part One

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The old man closes his laptop and sighs. Done. That entire thread of his life is now documented. Documented as fiction, as allegory, but documented.

And he is glad. It could be an ancient story of a man he once was. But, it seems to have happened to another person, not himself. So...

Delivery 12 is in 5 parts.

One.

Stuart suspects Aleena is not telling the truth. She is sleeping with Morris. Aleena always deflects back into "We create the reality we believe, let go of this limiting belief."

Aleena did not speak of Morris again. For days I had the feeling to bring the topic up again, as I did mull over...

A business card - on it written a name, “Malvern Brahma Soul-Dancer”, and the information “Consultant Mystician. Private Studio or House Calls” and a phone number. The text golden on a black background with the very faint impression of rain drops filtering down through the words. On the back of the card, a handwritten note: “Aleena, Call me,...

Souls need a very very gentle touch

Now that we were living together in the same house rather than spending time in each other’s apartments, Aleena seemed a little more willing to open up about her life before she met me.

She had always evaded my questions about her past relationships with men.

On an unusually early winter...

Where we go now, in Delivery 9

The Pivot

Around that time I had a dream one night, as Aleena lay next to me.

In the dream I was with another woman naked in bed together. I sometimes had those dreams back then, and occasionally still. Usually they cease before the copulative action. But this one went right through to the...

The mutual proposal:

We walked along the wharf hand in hand. On Tuesday afternoon  it was quiet. The few tourists took photos with their smart phones and cameras. We did not say much. The million dollar yachts tied up at the little jetties seemed to reinforce the notion that abundance and good living would be with us wherever we went....

We never really perfected the 15 minute thing. And I began to feel that Aleena sometimes just mouthed some of her affirmative proclamations for effect. But her effect on me was exhilarating. In the days after our first love-making session we discovered each other’s hot spots, searched each other’s souls, and...

On the third evening of Mindfulness I summonsed up the courage to suggest we see a movie together. I had researched, and found a sensitive love story, hoping that would encourage us into a certain space together.

I had learned her name was Aleena. I liked the sound of...

I felt safe in my rented room, even though life was passing me by. But always some inner imperative insisted I move out into the world. There were people out there, and in my locked away aloneness there was only me. I believed I was not enough without those other people. So I continued to seek out activities where people gather for...

As the late night revellers milled around me, my familiar sense of deep loneliness returned. I looked at the young women, some walking with their man, and some wandering alone, and some hanging out with their friends. I needed a hand to hold, and yet I knew from past experience that once that hand was in my own...