Monday, July 4, 2011

Singing Faeries Arrive

Hypnogogic shaman-state, lying on the bedroom bed, in realtime, in a house newer and larger than ours, from the front door, one by one, short, singing faeries singing together a song that I had never heard before, enter; singing, singing, singing the mystical song that transports, they file in holding baskets of flowers in their hands, with flowers in their hats and dresses, and begin walking up the stairs, upstairs to where I am having the vision.  

I snapped into the usual waking state with the song still running in my head, a song from the mystical elfen world.