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Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

“Really, this much thinking can’t be good for a person. Why am I doing this again?”

“You’re not thinking. You’re conjuring. And it *is* good for you.” Harley and I are up on the ridge, looking out over the Jungle. The house in the clearing below the ridge is gone.

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coda

Sunday, June 28th, 2009
This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series how to make wishes come true

“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.

writing a new story

Sunday, June 28th, 2009
This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series how to make wishes come true

I drop Balthazar’s blanket from my shoulders and stand up from the settee.

“Call Darzee,” I say. “I need your help.”

Balthazar grins at me, a smile full of happiness and pointed teeth. “I’m going to like this, aren’t I?”

“I hope so. I hope we all do.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when Darzee appears before the fireplace. There is no dramatic entrance, she is just simply there. She too is an air spirit, but she is an elemental. She began as a simple sylph, but through bonding with me (she is my familiar as much as I am hers) she is now an elemental, strong enough to effect the weather and in service to angels. All I know on that point is that ever since I picked up Ishmael (or he picked up me), Darzee has been working for him.

That makes me wonder–do I work for Ishmael, too?

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