Written By Christine Wichman c. June 29, 2013
Somewhere between wake and sleep a tiny bell like whisper echoed, “It’s midnight in the Garden, follow the flaming star.” Just then I looked to the window and caught a bright glimpse of light shooting past the blue moon. Compelled by something beyond reason, I rose and in nothing but my sheer white dressing gown and bare feet I hurried to the back garden gate, stepping upon a green moss path that led into the forest beyond manicured roses and hedges so neat. With each step my surroundings grew wilder. The brambles were thick with berries and the trees heavy with fragrance. My senses heightened as I heard a crackling of leaves ahead, light footsteps that were not my own. Out of the moonlit shadows appeared a pair of sinewy grey antlers and the body of a beautiful beast. A stag, so regal and well formed it shone like a beacon of white. Around his neck a garland of eglantine, primrose and ivy were fastened with a yellow ribbon that glimmered with hints of gold.
I approached him slowly, emitting a calm wave of love. I could sense his gentleness. Without speaking we understood each other and he was asking me to follow him deeper into the wood. His eyes so much like my own, his stare a reflection of purity and truth. I eagerly followed behind as he picked up speed and gracefully leapt branches and logs until we came to a clearing beside a majestic pool. Bowing his head, he took leave of me here. I was a bit hurt at the abruptness of his departure, I wanted him to stay. With no time to lament, I was greeted by the voice I heard in my Dream. “Welcome Dear one. Welcome to the feast.”
Before me stood a lady of light, tall and fair dressed in violet, with hints of green and blue. Framing her face a crown of flowers. Eglantine, primrose, ivy, and the same flowing yellow ribbon that glimmered with hints of gold. This told me she belonged to the stag, or perhaps he belonged to her.
“Do not fear us Dear one. You are one of us tonight.” she smiled.
“I am not afraid, I am delighted to meet you. I know who you are.” since a child I knew. “I believe.”
“Ah good then, come along to the pool” she waved her gossamer clad arm. “We were about to take a moonlight swim.”
“We?” I looked around, but saw no one else. She just smiled…and then as if fireflies or tiny beams of light,
yellow bubbles emerged from the pool, hundreds of them. Bubbles that laughed and spun and began to make music. It was music like I had never heard before, so deep and meaningful, yet filled with joy something like Mozart or a celtic dirge…enough to cause happy tears to well up inside your heart and throat, yet never make it to your eyes.
I stood stunned and amused. Watching them play. The lady was laughing now in those bell like tones. There was such an intensity of warmth and light, I could not tell if it was the Blue Moon hanging over us, or the intoxicating scent of night blossoms. Perhaps it was the emotion of such a dream come true. To be amongst these famed people. A happy surrender filled with echoes of love.
“Seeing is believing. Only Believe, and all shall be seen.” trailed the now distant voice of The Lady of Light…
All went dark. Blacker than black. I opened my eyes, but could not see. My body stiff, my thoughts moving, swirling, racing, grasping to return.
*A hundred years from now will anyone remember this one night? This mystical, magical, mirage of an evening lost to time. The one night I stepped beyond the edge of reality and my wish came true.*
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