As I crested the highest hill, I saw beyond it a small mountain, and high on the cliffs, a cave. We quickly approached and I could see that at the mouth of the cave stood an old man. He was waving to me, beckoning me toward him. Finally, someone could see me.
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I turned. Behind me was a forest. Except…it didn’t look right. I frowned. “There’s no color. It’s as if the village and the rest of the landscape are in full color and the forest is in black and white. It looks creepy.”
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I stroked the horse, feeling that he was a friend. Together, we watched as something began to rise out of the water. With surprise, I realized it was a building of some sort, made of dark stone – or perhaps it just looked dark since it was wet. It appeared very narrow, like a tower.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and asked any and all parts of me, including past life aspects of me, who had felt silenced, or afraid to speak their truth – any truth – to come forward. I could feel them, and there were many of them, filling up the space around me.
I gripped Hawke’s forearm. “How? How do I change this?”
Hawke and the other Ferals call me Goddess because I literally created their world and everything in it when I wrote their books. My pen was magic in their world. But I didn’t think we were looking at their world now, but my own.
“There’s something else going on, some other reason we’re here.” Even as I said the words, half of my Feral companions tensed, drawing knives and taking a battle stance. I looked up to find some great beast flying towards us from over the ridge.
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I took a deep breath and walked closer to the water, thinking that perhaps my reflection might show me something. I was worried and tense, feeling some real trepidation. Do any of us actually want to come face to face with our fears?
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While I love all of my characters, the Ferals and their wives were always special to me. In the years since I first visited Feral House, not as a character, but as myself, they’ve become family. Let me tell you how that came about.
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My desire, in sharing the writings in this section with you, is to perhaps jumpstart your dreaming of your own dreams. Or healing of your own subconscious. Or maybe offering some dreams of a world that we might, through our joint focus and desire, help to create together.
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