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03/24/08
As I enter, I find myself standing on my familiar path, I noticed the wonderful bird song, the inland breeze from the trade winds was warm, and the air held a magnetic peacefulness that was captivating. Eagerly jump into the water, and taking one last breath, I flip over and swim down, down, down, through the narrow midway point and on up to the surface on the other side.
Greeting Wascar I hand him a stone from my mesa. Standing we appear in a room like a toy makers workshop. Wascar tells me that this room contains all of my old tools for fixing things from my old story the way that I used to. He says to pick several and place them into the fire, since I can no longer fix things like I used to. Tossing them into the fire, I ask him about the possibility of burning the whole lot of tools, Wascar simply laughs, saying “no”. The flames grew larger and switched into a fire place. As they burned the flames changed colors, red, green, blue, yellow, orange… Wascar then whispers to me that my power is now in my voice and I notice that the amulet containing my voice is now pulsating.
