There are magic moments involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement that produce visions of people known in the past en me retraant ces dtails jen suis me demander sils sont rels ou bien si je les ai rvs. As I learned later from the delightful little book of the Abb de Bucquoy there are also visions of books as yet unwritten.

Having the life of your dreams is simple make conscious choices.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods angels and demons. The Stone you hold was made by Vlad Valkire the son of an angel and a demon. By the divine blood that ran in his veins Valkire could see the light and hear the song of creation -- if only as glimmerings and whispers. Over time he became aware of the light and the music and as he grew so did his understanding of it. At the age of twenty two he began his greatest labor -- the making of the Wyrd Stones. In them he captured the light and song of creation and by them some of the powers of gods angels and demons fell into the hands of elves and men. A sorcerer who knows its secret may -- like a god angel or demon -- stand with one foot in this world and another within the world of dreams. Your Stone is a gateway into the world of dreams Luthiel. When you sing it opens and you are in part taken there. Others who hold a Wyrd Stone like yours may know when someone crosses into dream. When you sang I could hear you quite clearly.

To be content horse people need only a horse or lacking that someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse real or imagined was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes Id tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. Hed lean over smile and assure me that one day Id have one for real. And if my grandfather my Opa told me something was going to come true it always did.

Othalas Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind They are as ever-changing as the mists below us and it is just as easy to lose sense of yourself among them. I am older than most sorcerers so what I know may indeed be close to the truth. Magic wyrd words dreams they all come from the spirit. Within them lie both power and peril. For to misuse any is to warp your sense of self. To lie in words or in magic or in dreams -- that is how you become lost. The lights you see they were lost long before they came to the Vale.

We must be careful what we imagine fear or hope for. The echoes of our thought live on in eternity.

My son your ineptitude is so vast your incompetence so profound that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately it seems to be working backward at the moment and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time but frankly you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this day forth but will travel the world round and round eternally inefficient until at last you come to yourself and know what you are. Dont thank me. I tremble at your doom.

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The citys monuments go unseen its past unheard and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.