“A large, white, winged horse stands before me, wings outspread and nostrils dilated, she writes. He tells me that he is here to carry me into the moonlit realms of imagination, dreams, and intuition. He uses his hooves to strike at the ground of my being, to trigger wellsprings of poetic inspiration and artistic creativity fed by memories of times long since past, memories that often creep into the dream time. Furthermore, he says the deep unconscious – in the form of a magician’s spell – is calling to me to remember who I have been and who I am destined to be.” LoveImaginationFictionDreamsMysteryIntuitionCelestialFantasticalMetaphysical Fiction Book:Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery Source: Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery
“Sharply etched against the black velvet canopy, the lady in white watches as her husband awakens, his deep orange smile lighting up the ebony darkness. Casting her alabaster glow across the dark firmament, she blows a kiss to her beloved solar mate as she prepares for her own descent into sleep. “Remember,” she whispers, “remember the sweet fragrance of my words. Soft, cherishing words spoken on the currents of timelessness as one life morphs into the next. Words of love and remembrance.” Smiling contentedly, her light dims into the erupting color of the daytime sky.” LoveImaginationFictionDreamsMysteryDramaIntuitionMetaphysicalMetaphysical Fiction Book:Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery Source: Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery