One enchanted evening long ago in a place far, far away Isadora was crossing the threshold into another reality of which she had only seen glimpses…
As fate would have it, Isadora and her friend Whoopsie were actually wandering home after a long night of conferring with inner demons and angels during a powerful ceremony in the middle of the Amazonian jungle. Still somewhat woozy from the strong brew of which they had partook, they now had understanding that had not been present just a few hours earlier. They had traveled a long way here together for healing and insight about what was to come next for each of these two young wild women.
It was warm and foggy as they negotiated the jungle foliage late this night. The path was overgrown and a little muddy. Although they had laid banana leaves on the squishiest of the puddles earlier in the day in preparation for their eventual journey back to the hut, the path was indeed cumbersome.
It was the dark moon. And maybe just before the sun was to make an appearance that day… that time between dusk and dawn when the veil is not only thin but reality is dubious.
The beam of light from Isadora’s small flashlight caught the essence of something shimmery just ahead. Yes, a shimmering of sorts was appearing before their wide gaping eyes. And then, all of a sudden… THERE SHE WAS….weaving in and out of leaves large and small… maneuvering in a less than straight line but not so erratic that they could not follow along, desperately looking through the small ray of light upon which would soon reveal… in actual physical existence… a Real Fairy. She could be nothing less.
When they caught up to her, she halted in mid-flight for only a moment in time, turned in a flash and flew straight into Isadora’s face, right where the third eye is located in the center of her forehead, vanishing on contact. Isadora gasped and cried out in awe. What was only an instant earlier… a glittering, iridescent hint of greens and purples, wings and sparkles, had dematerialized in plain sight.
Although reality was questionable, this WAS happening. It was true. She knew it with all of her being. Besides, if there is more than one witness, it cannot therefore be an hallucination!
This affected Isadora on a profoundly deep level. She would never forget this experience and saw her life was Awakening to the Magic. Why…she pondered… if there really are fairies, what other magic have we yet to see? She, from that day forward, wore a small colorful bindi on her third eye to remind her of the gift she had received that night. For she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she now possessed this Fairy Essence within her and vowed to share the Magic with others wherever she went…
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