Choosing as you have to enter the grove the images before you now change ... you no longer see with your mundane eyes but the timeless windows of the soul. The fireflies now indeed reveal to you what their true form is, the silvery moonlit glistening wings of delicate faerie folk. Before you lies a cascade of pleasantly lit landscape with immaculately tailored lawns and fragrant flowered gardens. Mystical creatures and exotic wildlife abound across the glens fearless of your hand, and unthreatening to your presence Here the ancient Gods of the Celts recline on intricately carved pallets of wood and stone wineskin and cup in hand, conversing with divine and mortal alike . Here is a place safe for philosopher and fool alike. Around you parades life of all kinds from warm and well lighted feasting halls filled with libation and sustenance of all kinds to a surreal macabre festival of merchants are now yours to explore and you realize you are now free to move about at will. To your side stands your former sentry ...still leviathan in form he appears much less threatening somehow and slowly and surely you come to realize , that particular vision was more of your mind than his true form. Now you recognize him as he truly is ... a friend ..stalwart companion and sworn guardian of this grove. He smiles gently , eyes glowing at the wonder of your discovery and one last time he speaks deep and mellow ...
� AS IT HARM NONE ...DO AS THOU WILL" |
