CHAPTER 160

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This is my longest countdown ever! None of those spells I cast, or thought I cast, can hold a candle to this. It feels like I've fallen into a well; no, a bottomless pit that's intent on drowning all the uncertainty out. But at least that background piano music is starting to grow on me, and sweeping through me, lifting the scales off my eyes, making me confront my own folly. And now I'm bombarded by memories of simpler times, my journey from religion into whatever it is I call what I do now. The chain prayers, my brief romance with online witchcraft, those wasted years with the Dream Killers, all part of my struggle to swim to the top and find my self-importance.

The only thing that still makes sense to me are those candles I lit each day to remember my Lily, the lily of the valley, my precious friend. But now I want something more. If a boat can appear right at this moment, and sail away with me to those other worlds, I'd like to get to know the real me. Not the images in the mirror; the one who stares into it trying to find what she left behind at the bottom of the well. I'd like to jump off that boat and into the depths of her eyes, and hand her the key that will set all of humanity free then watch as she unlocks herself and rises to the top.

Oh, that I can be led to such a treasure where the key lies undisturbed; I will bow before its great wisdom, the serpent at my side, spraying the triple fragrance as we go along. Inhale. Exhale. Let me hear again. Inhale. Exhale. Let me see again. Inhale. Exhale. Let me speak truth again. Help me to come unstuck from the glues of trauma so I can be made whole again.

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