Paulo,

I’m afraid this is not about the “Twenty years later: let’s be honest”.

The first time that I read your book, “Veronica decides to die” I thought I was reading the very lines that I have written in my journals and those that have crossed my mind but did not have the courage nor the passion to write. It was my thoughts manifested itself in writing. I have read a lot of your books and it was like looking in the clear running water of a river: I see my self’s reflection, yet it is not me. And I see depth and spirit, (I was about to say “more than my own” but that somehow sounded like an insult to the common spirit that dance among us people)… I see depth and spirit like my own, but different.

Now, I seek the same wisdom that lately seems to elude me. I reread the Warrior of the Light in the hope that I might find what I am looking for. Like a hesitant believer “bible-cutting” (randomly opening the bible in hope that the word of the lord might be revealed in the document in their hands), I randomly seek the Net, ask the runes, and the tarots, and the stars and the wind for answers to questions that plague me.

Now, I turn to you, like a wandering leaf that falls to the gentle river that knows its path towards the ocean. I seek guidance from a mentor I have yet to meet. The specific questions in my mind I have yet to capture, .. Yet I know that I have to write this and somehow reach you, or somebody, who knows, or have known even if it was just a glimpse, of the wisdom of the universe.

Maybe I am seeking guidance, or a sign that I am indeed following the right path. I have long recognized my need for assurance, a material or “physical” manifestation of the “answers” that I sought. Faith is something that comes hard from me, and yet I believe that there is something that I believe in, even though I am still in the process of distilling what I want to believe in.

I do want to believe in angels, and signs… But I don’t know how.

Karina