In my life I have met so few ingenious souls, people of original thought, ones who do not readily subscribe to a clique, and struggle with credulity of the herd, (those who become the shepherd) or accept conformity readily without just questioning; Wlodek was to me, in our intimacy, one of those noble beings; a true Brother and Friend.
It was a privilege to have known him on this earth, and it was a true honour to have spent some times in his company towards the end. When I last saw him in human form we whispered our fond ‘adieus’ for we both knew it was the last earthly encounter. But an even greater honour was bestowed on me when, on the evening of his death, through personal rituals, I held in my arms the last vestige of energy, and shared with my spiritual cohort and muse Sister Lexy, the essence that was Wlodek, grasping hold in vain as it faded from our breasts into the eternal universal wonderment.
And now I declare; – in selfishness and aggrandisement “how much I will miss my dearest friend Wlodek. I am left to recall only imaginative representations of him”.