Bianca & Kevin Gustavson Fund

I'm in a shitty situation but I know where I am going.
For that, I ask your help.

**Note: I have listed a high dollar amount as I believe this is the amount I ultimately need to create and to sell my dream manuscript from writting to publishing to production as a book and a film. Most of the work has already been written and recorded, needing only to be organized. Trust, I too, not just in dollars, but in blood, sweat, tears, laughter, sleepless nights and restful ones, will be contributing to the advancement of my life and my dreams.**

I share my story with you publically through my website: www.BODYbybianca.com.
And very intimately, for better or worse, through the good and the not-so-good on my personal facebook page www.Facebook.com/channelBianca.

In case you missed it:

Three weeks ago I was in love, engaged and getting married. The day before our family of four (Kevin, myself, Bear and Preciosa) was set to fly out of Nicaragua for Las Vegas where Kevin had a home and work, we went for a playful swim which would be Kevin's last. He drowned and I was saved.

The worst trajedy imaginable and my mind replays it often, but I must go on. I must live on for Kevin and continue our work just as we dreamed...

Kevin's was a different kind of love than anything I had ever experienced. He was everything I had ever dreamed my Prince Charming would be: compassionate, respectful, so strong! He was mine!

One week into his visit, he confessed everything to me. He wasn't just visiting Nicaragua or studying yoga in Costa Rica, he had come for me, to make good on a six year promise that I was his wife. He told me we were twin flames, one soul that had split into two at the time of creation. I believed him. I believed everything that man said, as he always spoke the truth.

I met Kevin six years ago in a mental hospital. I had checked myself in for depression and he had been checked in for mental confusion. His mind was so beautiful, people simply didn't understand him. In an attempt to suppress his mind, hospital administrators drugged him heavily. While everyone else saw a man speaking nonsensically. I saw Kevin. I understood him through his drugged state and I loved him. I knew my love comforted him. He told me I was his wife right off the bat. He was in love with me at first sight. He was young, 20 to my 28, so at the time I didn't believe this could be more than a little boy crush.

This part of the story I would only learn over the course of the past month from our talks and from all the gifts he has left me:

For the next six years, Kevin followed me patiently. He joined facebook, instagram, twitter simply to keep tabs on me. He told me when he posted on facebook, he was talking to me specifically, many of his posts being private where only I could see them. Though I never knew, and facebook's algorithms for what gets shown made Kevin's posts virtually invisible to me. The signs he sent me over the last few years went over my head. Until he confronted me personally and it all made sense. He was the man of my dreams. He had come for me. He completed me. Literally. Our split-souls were complete as One once we united in love.

Together we planned to return briefly to Las Vegas to re-up funds before heading to New York and Colorado to unite our families. Separately, we had always kept journals and together we planned on weaving our stories into a book -- the greatest love story ever written, and it's already been written! We believe sharing our love with the world was our way of healing the world, and that world peace is attainable. Not only had I met the man who would rescue me, I had met the man with whom we would rescue millions of people. Mine is a fairytale story.

Now, Kevin's physical body is gone and I'm retracing his life with him as my guide for the purpose of learning all that he knew so that I might catch up to him to dance with him among the stars. Everyday I learn more about my Love and myself in the process.

The day Kevin drifted away, I learned from the notes in his phone that he had panned to propose to me atop Pike's Peak in Colorado and that we would be married on 11/11/15. I must climb Pike's Peak! I must.

I need to leave Las Vegas, as I do not believe there is anything left for me here, but I do not have the money. It is a terrifying position to be in where you don't have the money to stay but you also don't have the money to leave.

For the last year I have been living a sustainable life in the third world. It is my belief that sustainability over growth is the more conscious way to live, to preserve our Earth and our God-given gifts. So, I ate off the land, learning that the Universe does provide for me, I ceased consumption in almost all areas and learned to barter for the extra trinkets I wanted - i.e. a necklace from the artisans on the beach for which I traded a healing stretch or massage. I had very little need for paper money.

Now, in addition to following the path Kevin had intended for me, I am trying to get myself somewhere safe where I can have peace, meditate and write. I am writing a book and a movie. Kevin said our story "is a movie. And we'll make $50 Million!" (A lot of money that can help a lot of people).

I believe him.

**If you believe in Kevin and I... If you believe in love, if you would like to read or watch our story one day, please donate anything to help me in love's pursuit. Every $1 helps! The money will be used for travel expenses and food (as I follow Kevin's path to Colorado and then set off to find a remote beach or mountain village where I can write in peace, meditate and be alone in my thoughts, with my Love), and ultimately go toward everything it will take to make the production of my dreams happen: website, marketing, shopping for production, and publishing.