Zuzanna

This article is not fiction.

In my youth I was troubled by the conviction that Harlequin romances and love stories based on the patterns of Gone with the Wind were some kind of inhuman constructions that I could neither understand nor should approach.

Many years later I met a school friend in a store, someone I had not seen for a long time. My friend had grown somewhat older than before, but the breathtaking beauty of the daughter standing beside him took my breath away for a moment. I could not take my eyes off her. Tantric deities on the hunt ceased to interest me as objects of desire, although by displaying various tricks they attract attention like a juggler at a fair. This being was somehow different, exceptional. I was intrigued by the significant age difference between us and by the strong energetic exchange.

I encountered her later on the streets, and my impressions did not weaken. I tried on my own to determine what it was all about and what was happening between us. After some time she conveyed a silent request for help. It was as though there were a huge sign saying: “I do not know what to do with myself. If you can help me in my life, please do so, because I am about to do something foolish.”

I felt competent and authorized to guide her onto the proper path of spiritual development. I came up with the idea that I would approach her and talk to her. I would tell this poor little soul what methods she could use to learn something about herself and about the causes of her confusion in life. I prepared for the conversation, constructed sentences, arranged in my thoughts the words with which I would convince her.

What brought me back to my senses were several acquaintances who had long been walking through the world trying to persuade others to adopt their religious views and beliefs. Was I also preparing myself for apostolic work on the streets of my city?

Since the pressure from the girl did not diminish, I finally prayed for the healing of our connection, for an explanation of my behavior, and for liberation from the situation.

The answer was: “The point is that she should never do this to me again.”

I began to suspect various dark deeds, evil forces, and suffering. It was not terribly bad, but it was unpleasant.

In that incarnation I was approaching fifty years of age. Traveling extensively, I met many people and many attractive women. The accidental encounter with Zuzanna took my breath away for a moment. I could not take my eyes off her. A true angel—so beautiful, those pure energies, her beauty, her powers, her wonderful charms…

I asked for her hand in marriage at only our second meeting. Her father entrusted his child to me, although she was younger than my own daughter at that time. A mature man standing at the threshold of old age, wishing to spend the rest of his life with a young and beautiful woman. Zuzanna and an old man longing for beauty and vitality…

Nothing of the sort.

The world is as simple as a clock: after every tick comes a tock.

The grand wedding took place a year later because of my professional obligations. As we stepped away from the altar, we were receiving congratulations. An acquaintance handed me an envelope, insisting that I read the letter immediately. In it he described in detail his intimate relationship with my newly wedded wife—dates, facts, and the names of her other lovers.

From the day of the wedding until that meeting in the store, we had never seen each other again.

To trigger the memories, a significant age difference between us was necessary. I once again began searching for information about myself. I learned that, incarnating at one time as a beautiful young woman, I had paralyzed the will and reason of a much older man who had once previously been my husband, and who…

Opublikowano: 17/06/2026
Autor: Sławomir Majda
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