GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

   Get Gone D Day. Weds 11:30
   Awoke bright this morning around eight, with a mind full of last remains items on Eliza's departure list. Some letters printed out and some files she needs and sort out the cable connection at the new place. Yes, after all her negativity about the Internet and people stealing from her by hacking in has vanished.  The computer is to be fully internet connected, email the lot!  Tell you, this new person is not the Eliza that anyone knew.  Even her weight!  For years she has been trying to reduce the seventy plus kilos.  She lost over ten kilos in Japan and other ten since!  From size fourteen, now a ten or even eight.
But that's Eliza, nothing in her life is normal as everything is radical, from thoughts to actions as anyone who truly knows her will say.  They were all harmless fun to start with, progressing to putting the family in danger and eventually ripping our relationship apart.

  Its ten past get gone ten and I am waiting impatiently for the sound of their truck and very relieved to here it arrive.  I just left them all to it for an hour and amazed to find they were talking about three trips!  I had warned Eliza when she was mine sweeping like some crazy person, that large four bed does not go into one and a bit small flat.  Now she is starting to realize I think.  Anyway I shall follow them up to the place and drive Eliza, then she can come back with the 'smelly workers' van, just for a touch of reality.

  They just arrived back for the second part so I went inside and had a final coffee with Eliza.
She stared at me with concern.   "I didn't realise there was so much stuff."
"I did tell you many times my dear."
"Oh it will all fit somehow."   She said, trying to cheer herself up.
She said something about me looking sad and that she feels no sadness at all.  Funny that, she did has told me a lot over the past weeks that she is not sad about all this and how happy she is to be gaining her freedom and at last on her own karmic path to the dizzy heights.   Yes, somewhere deep inside there must be a sadness, but it is overwhelmed by this new freedom trip.  Still don't know where all the money will come from, not from the three hundred I give her that's for sure.

  They are full up and ned to make a third journey so they are off again with Eliza and coming back on there own. I will follow on the last journey, taking some tools to set up her computer and desk unit.  I bought the desk yesterday along with the printer and some other pieces, so that's the end of her shopping list, at least from my pocket.

  I worked away there at the flat for about two hours and suggested we go and eat something. I drove with her to the local chippy.
"Where shall we eat it."   She enquired.
I laughed and said.   "Guess my place is the most civilised at the moment and at least I can find the coffee."
So we dropped by and sat for the last time in the kitchen, ate the food and followed it with a hot coffee.  I drove her back to her place and now home to start the big clean up.  I have a young foreign lady coming on the morning and from what I've seen, a good start to freshen up the Casanova touch on.  I shall be working close with her tomorrow, very close.  She's young, single and seems free and easy with life.   So we shall see what happens when I ask her to help me move the bed and make it!
It will do me, a good clean up in the house and full service for me every thursday.  The best part is she is a good cook and enjoys it, so maybe some late wine and dine could be on the menu.  She has already hinted at it.

  That's it as far as Eliza goes though.  No matter where our paths may take us in the future or even if they briefly cross again, there is absolutely no way back and no pieces to pick up.  I have locked the love away from the conscious level, it no longer exists.  I deny its existence by remembering the falsity of the 'soul mates' trip I believed in for so long.  And I remember that even true lovers who may part for other reasons, do not desert each other to chase some fantasy, let alone so called soul mates.
I remember that and the feeling of being such a huge blithering fool demolishes all other thoughts.  Apart from which, after I tidied up the front room a little and hung some pictures.  I sat down for a smoke and for the first time in years felt really good inside at my immediate new environment.  This new feeling of freedom has started sweeping over me like a relieving cloud and I realised, I am going to like this.  The house to myself without any constant strain or uncertainty about tomorrow which has shadowed me like an energy sucking leech for so long.
The first thing I did was move the two leather relaxers together.  Ever since I have known Eliza, she has never liked to sit together like most couples or snuggle up on a sofa, always preferring her own space and chair.  I suggested a couple of times when looking around shops and very nearly bought one once, but no, the separated chairs remained.   Not just separate, but always a shared table in between them, so we are sat feet away from each other.   Any young lady that I invite to sit with me now, can at least sit very close and share a little nice homely love and passion that's always been missing from Eliza.
Its funny, it was not until I moved the chairs today that I realised how much had been missing all these years. The lack of sex, though brilliant and high when she did fancy it, was not too often and only on her orders.   The lack of gratitude for everything I provided.  The lack of real closeness due to her own space.  The only time she wanted my cuddles was if she was cold and only until she felt a little warmer, then just like everything else in her life, thanks and now piss off until I want you again.
Yeah, I've been walking in a shadow alright, to flaming long.  So yes I feel very positive about tomorrow, the day after and the day after that.

  I have just sent the email to Malindi to ask the maid, Evelyn if she will come back.  So I will wait and see if and or when.  Which reminds me, some time ago just before her birthday, Eliza had thrown this crazy session going on about the blacks and JuJu, then stated how she was going to Scotland yard and all that.  Its all there somewhere in a previous chapter.  Well, she did actually do it!  She wrote this far out letter to the Home Office and went into Scotland yard and personally gave them a copy.  All addressed to the correct department which obviously she found out somewhere.  I knew about this as I had found the recorded delivery receipt for the Home Office letter.  I really don't know what they must have thought at what I can only imagine the contents to have been.  Going on about doing black magic and carving up boys bodies in rituals.  Using spells to break up marriages and heavens knows what other mind blowing inclusions.   Its a wonder the men in white coats haven't called yet, you know the ones from the funny farm?
How many crank callers, visitors and letters do they get at Scotland yard every hour of the day?  Hundreds of thousands a year possibly and at least a few thousand totally off their trolley ones.

  Still think the whole thing is turning out very ironic and an all time classic of Eliza's favourite 'cause and effect'
While her new life may be placing tremendous strain on my finances, it has freed me to devote a clearer mind towards business and will ultimately result in success maybe later this year.  Thereby acquiring the riches I was dumped for not having.
Her incessant black christian this and black magic that just creates more karma to having the maid back here or at least someone black.  The very fact that Eliza has left, makes a maid here top priority.  I am more concerned about the royal palace than the royal dick if reality is known and even more about trust and security.  There's no way I will bring a stranger in here over someone already known, otherwise I could solve the Eliza expense just by renting out the granny flat to someone.
And another woman will take over everything that was hers, but only due to her discarding it as unsuitable.
So if things go as planed, then all that Eliza wanted will be here.  But all that she despises most will also be here, enjoying a beautiful home set in a garden of utopia with her ex-man and soul mate.
If Eliza succeeds in finding at least part of her dreams and fantasy's then my life will not be of importance to her. If on the other hand, things do not go well for her and reality defies attempts to materialise her dreams.  She is going to start regretting and feel bitter.   Her pride will prevent any signs of humbleness, her ego will prevent seeking forgiveness and I shall be entwined with another's life by then, so no, there is no way back.

  This fantasy was created by Eliza and is now starting to materialise to my benefit.  But there still exists that unknown answer to an age old question between us.  Whose karma is it to fail in making the huge bucks?
Is it me?  Have I lost it?  Or could it simply not manifest itself due to Eliza's karma?  Considering she is the one, according to her, who holds all the aces, has so many powers and the one rightfully due all these riches and, has the Buddha to provide for her.  I tend to see that as a very unhealthy and extremely volatile karma, that due to its strength, could quite easily cause negative effects in reality.   Therefore, logically I have come to believe more over the past years, that it is Eliza's karma preventing the financial emergence.  I believe that her desires and craving for this illusionary wealth has consumed her life so much, that its force simply destroys any materialisation.   Rather like the giant iron claw of a clumsy robot trying to grasp a delicate wine glass.
The answer shall be revealed in the months to come.
Right now its shower and off to bed. Got this young lady in the morning, Hmm.

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