Theme from Emerald Matter


“The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.”
~ F.T. McKinstry, Crowharrow

Two nights ago I had a dream that was very realistic.  I did what seemed like astral projection.  I floated through the walls and up through the ceiling.  I went up into the sky and through the atmosphere.  I was floating in space and I saw shooting stars and constellations.  Then, a magic walking stick appeared in my hand and I knew that I was a wizard.  I discovered that I could use the wand to steer my way through the stars.  This dream was very exhilarating and in the dream, I was the happiest I have been in years.


 

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