I now view the world through Harry Potter's glasses - well, the frames at least. The journey through the swirl which began in earnest a few years ago brought me face to face with surprise that leave led me up to discerning that magic is real. Harry never learned of his Wizard heritage until his
ELEVEnth birthday when Hagrid arrived on a motorcycle (one his Godfather, Sirius' shared with his father, BSA/Triumph,) to escort him to Platform 9-3/4 where he could board the Hogwart's Express and begin his education. My "transport" to the )-( was a little knob growing at the base of the spreading Maple in my front yard. For the briefest moment, it made eye contact with me and asked: "Can we be friends?" This "ask" moved through me as an undeniable vibe, one that clarified that the "Impression" in the knot was of a robed, monastic figure seated, relaxed and at peace. Moments later, the TV announced that Pope Benedict was resigning. Just as my hastily sketched impression of a crucified Christ preceded the news that John Lennon had passed from this dimension, the energy of the transfer of communication through extra-sensory perception tap'd me for deliverance. Each anomalous pixel smiles the constellation into focus. Today, Bene, tree elf of the Order of the Maple,
Royal Order of Sartorial Splendor, visits me elsewise. A whisper behind the veil awoke me this morning wondering if Kate Gosselin had given her sextuplets
Ahm-ish names. Try as I might, I could only remember Aaden, Collin and Hannah. I looked them up and completed the grouping: Alexis, Joel and Leah. German names to be sure. Of Pennsylvania Dutch country, and very near German immigrants to Penn's Woods' norm.
We hope to receive the new Pope next year, here in the Keystone State at the World Meeting of Families.
"We're so about the simple things," the Grays say. At Boston, they hinted of indications of an overtaking race. Neither one in conflict nor bent on conquest. All we are, Plus.
