Two small people, with a far away home in the mountains, under the big trees…that’s what we were; that’s what we still are…
Going back home at night, the footing from the front gate to the side door is tricky (we nailed the front doors shut in order to keep the dragons from bursting out).
But there are places here where we can see all the stars at night, and where I can read the heavens.
But at home you’re doing all the reading, which is as it should be, of course . And then we discuss, so that you understand more fully what you’re reading. And sometimes, when you sleep, your angel explains to you when you’re dreaming.
When I discovered I could do magic, it was exciting. The animals obeyed when I commanded them. And now we had an easy way to stop our pets when they started fighting.
You too wanted to find a wand, and to learn magic. But I told you it’s not your path.
Indeed, magic is not you’re path. The Light has befriended you; you are a Light worker.
You must read the books that are already before you, and the more that are to come, in order to learn more about the Light.
And you must gear up, and buckle on your courage, and learn fortitude.
For the time comes when you will be called to serve the Light, because the Light needs you.
You have bigger fish to fry.
So let us go now, and you will continue your readings, and we will continue our discussions about the things that you read.
As for me, for this story, I would like a pipe for Christmas.