sunrise over avoca, i'm sipping my coffee watching the lake shimmer as the sun makes it's way across the dawn. crystal forms dance at my feet. i feel the breeze penetrate my skin, the sound of nature blooming for a day of harmony. in the distance i see the market take form, it's vast winding corridors sprawl around the lake and colorful people begin to give it shape. i wander through like a stranger in a stranger land and find myself staring at a large format children's book, it's called 'ancient egypt,' and it's identical to one i made up in a novel i was working upon last night. 

to be honest i am stunned as i flick through the pages, it's not just identical, it's the one i describe. things get stranger.

across the path i notice a magnificent set of drawings, i wander over and stare at the mushroom image which is obviously magickal in origin. this lady comes to me, the artist.

'did you do these drawings?'

smiling she says, 'yes.'

'they are amazing. i love them, truely you are in tune with the magickal realms.'

'yes, i am a fairy.'

i laugh at her smile, of course she is.

we speak about my experience in the faye realm, about certain alliances and she recognizes me as a wizard.

she says, 'i see you in a house filled with books and candles.'

we swap a few stories and i comment again on the magnificence of her work and walk to the next stall, en route to the bagel stall. here is a stand filled with strange jewelry made from crystals and right at the front is a book called, fairies and the magical realms. i show the fairy this and she smiles, 'you are magickal.'

'yeah,, i am. i'm very magickal. it was a pleasure meeting you.'

i wander away, heading for the bagel stall where i get an amazing bagel with lox. the bees fucking knees.

i work around the house, the garden is wild and lush like a jungle. i tear into some fallen palm fronds, i weed the dead leaves and fill my green bin with foliage. i speak with family and friends, i make a loose plan, i eat a banana, do some writing, read some magickal stuff and do my energy work. 

power surges through me, i feel it igniting my bones and building up into something. my mind is disciplined now, i must keep focus and not steer from my path. i have to push forwards alone, pushing and kicking against the pricks. it's time to fight back, time to move forwards, time to let love go and take some action because no one else will. i make a plan for the usa, i make a plan for paris, there are people whom want to actually be with me, and for the first time in a long time i make space for others.