Margrave was teaching an art class. In the school, I see a beautiful poster for it. Something like “Express yourself”.<\/p>\n
I go down to the school basement. I’m enrolled to take classes with young people. They are wizards with a Harry Potter feel to them.<\/p>\n
The next scene I remember is my station wagon skidding around — something like a PT cursor and a woody — having just left the main road full of battle. The dogs were safe. The back door and a side door ended up flung open.<\/p>\n
I look around for spirits because I sense they are with me… as if we must have been working together or I’ve already seen proofs of their assistance. There, off from and behind the left-hand side of the car, was a golden spirit. She looked like a collection of gold ore, was human-sized, perhaps on the tall side; even her wings were of heavy ore. And when I say ore I mean rough, raw, lumpy, dark with chunky flecks.<\/p>\n
The scene then jumps to her shutting the car doors.<\/p>\n
“You’re going to have to get moving,” she says. To my pleasant surprise she stays, hanging on the outside of the passenger-side window as I turn around in the woodsy cul-de-sac and I pick up speed.<\/p>\n
“You are going to have to learn Greek.”<\/p>\n
And that was fine, because I was taking a class for Greek at school. I’ll just study extra hard. What a great feeling to be watched over this way. There was this familiarity of working together for good, casual, friendly work. The tiny, pesky, red, man-sized demi-dragons were making their course around the bend and my fairy casually, and with straw hat flapping in the wind,\u00a0courteously\u00a0departed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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