She waves her wand again, and the pain in my leg disappears. At the same time, I hear her grunt, and her hand goes to her leg. She takes a deep breath and puts her wand away. She grits her teeth briefly as she places one hand on the arm of the sofa and the other beside her. “Happy now?”
I try to remember how I felt about my family long ago before this began, but I cannot be sure what is real and what is not.
She looks at me, her face contorted in terror, her mouth open. She shakes her head. “It can’t
be. It can’t be.”
I shrug, then nod. She places both her hands on my face, her own face close to mine. She is beautiful. Not as beautiful as Aphrodite, but then nobody is.
I snort derisively and see her face change. I quickly explain myself lest I awake in a pigsty. “I mean you no disrespect.” In fact, I suspect that she is more than capable of doing what is required if the need arises. “But this business of sword fighting, it is something beloved of those like Ares. I have never been convinced of its utility.”
My father glares at her but decides to say nothing. As he turns away to do my mother’s bidding, Moxie enter my mind again. I have a feeling this may all become interesting.
The mere thought of this made me bubble like a cauldron with excitement!
But, these delusional humans left me no choice. I had things I wanted and needed to do, and their nonsense was holding me up!
I imagined dragging this reticent round man by the scruff of his neck as he tried to physically find his footing just so he could keep up with me. Yet the best he could muster was a nonsensical toehold that provided a dubious dip and drag kind of experience. I could see sand spewing in every direction as if he was a wheel, feverishly churning and throwing mud all around.
I felt amazingly free of all significant energy, attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors. I noticed everything on my body fluttered as the sea breeze whispered beneath my clothing and tousled my hair. It was such a juicy moment of solitude and exquisite delight. However, I briefly found myself hung up on whether I could experience this amount of laziness at home.
I love being alive! To be alive is to be in one’s magic, and magic, as you know, is creation. However, creation cannot be controlled.
Life actually happens in the mind, which is not the human brain. The future of mortal existence depends on their willingness to access this magic.
I circled my arms in the air as a silent gesture to join us in this sacred space.
