To all those I've loved before....

It seems to me...the strangest of things, to be writing this. Almost as if I am having it written by someone else's will. As if some unseen hand were, guiding me writing for me, and I acting as a passive medium. In truth, I have thought many times of writing my memoirs, as others who have come before me have, to herald their adventures and their triumphs. But I wonder, if they saw as much as I have, if they would herald their victories with as much bravo.

However, be that is it may, I pray I will not empassion the reader with too much doldrum. I am not even sure as to who this may be addressed to. Perhaps to those who create opinions of Shoujo's in their minds. A happy, smiling, easy life that serves to be a brief, yet enjoyable breathe of freedom before adulthood takes us to a new stage in our lives. Perhaps to those who have preconceived notions of our powers, our reasons and our organizations this may be useful. May be not, and maybe in some cases some are better not knowing what the truth is. They say ignorance is bliss...if so, kind reader, please stop your perusal and now and rewind your latest Majoko tape and watch it....For there be thy happiness....and I dare not be one to take a dream away from anyone.

However, for those of you who have stayed on to read the rambling of 40 year old toddler, be warned that what you may read has a tendency to be bizarre at the very least, and shocking in some cases. However, as sure as I was presented the Mahou name, I am only stating what I know to be the truth....and pray that perhaps the light I shed will be of some help to those who know and love their own struggling shoujo. May the Gods bless their souls. They need all the help they can get.....

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