“It is created,” Anubis says. “There, in the jungle is the house you wish and the life that you desire. By the power of your will you have created it. By the strength of your desire you have created it. With our help you will find it. Because when you feel frustrated or angry or upset or depressed or anything negative all of us, by the bond you have called us here to witness, will remind you of the feel of this happiness. We will bring you here to the ridge and encourage you to step off into the life you are, to forget the life you have. And you will remember which way it is that you need to walk to get there.”
Anath takes my hands in hers. “Continue in this way, little lion,” she says, “and you will have need of me no longer.”
Hathor has come, and I am so glad to see her I throw my arms around her. “Every day you come closer to me,” she says. “I salute you and all that you are, and I cherish your vision in my heart.”
The others give their well-wishes and fade away. Ishmael comes over to me. “Do you see now?” He asks. “It must come true. There is no way that it cannot come true. Let the universe do the math and know that it is true.”
“Yes,” Balthazar says. “But for the love of little fishes, girl: keep walking!”
We laugh, and all is well, and all will be well, and all is well.