Perhaps, it was the way the sparking new letters were posted to the bright orange sign that first caught my eye. Perhaps, it was just the state of mind I was in that guided me to each new sign that read, "Psychic Healing Faire."

In any case, I found myself heading in that direction carried by feet that seemed to have a mind of their own. I wondered why I was even bothering to check this 'Faire'� out. Did I really believe any of stuff anyway?
As I entered the building, I had no intention of taking part in any of this nonsense I was just curious I guess. I made my way to long table which seemed to illuminate the entire room with its presence, and there quizzed the monitors of this get together.
It seemed this "Faire" was for the benefit of terminally ill people. Maybe a final chance, or just a way of relieving some of the fears through a shared level of higher consciousness.
It was the next day, when I entered the grand ballroom. There I was greeted by a multitude of faces. Some I will remember, others blended in so well I would never recall their names, nor their faces.
A short time later, a gentleman about forty years of age strolled in. He walked to the center of the room and said, you must be in touch with yourself, and you must scrutinize your feelings with one thing in mind "truth."
The gazed look that came across one young lady's face caught my attention. It was a stare that one with only so little time left could have. Hers was a matter of time.
As my thoughts sifted in and out of reality thinking about this lady, a bright orange haze engulfed my body. My guitar gently wept as I played under a giant oak. As the music changed, so did the colors. The colors moved in and out of every color in the spectrum, finally settling in on blue.
My palomino seemed to enter a five-step gait as I rode the gentle hillside. One of many covered by a soft velvet grass, dotted by new wildflowers. I could feel the sun on my bare back, and by my waist length blond hair that strayed close behind. Every strand could feel the essence of the wind, the sun. I had never been so alive. Far down on the valley floor gathered a village of small huts weathered by time. I had been here often. My horse slowed its gait,
at seeing these people. He knew the way and came to the abode of my mentor. Steve greeted me in his usual fashion, a wink and a shake from his jolted jaw. As I drew in and gazed at the strange darkness a mist of shapelessness started to fall on every object.
A voice trumpeted, "you must remove your coat of ambiguity, see yourself in the mirror as the grosteque creature that you are." Unzip this coat of reality and extinguish it in the flames. The voice went on, " open your soul to a purity not experienced since youth, unscathed by past turmoil, when everything was new." I entered the great room and cleansed myself in the aqua-blue water that had become the floor. My naked body exposed for the entire world to see. All my faults, all my insecurities, all my fears were left exposed. However, I had never felt so open or pure as I did then.

A light from the ceiling that held no end became illuminated with a figure garnished in white. I was humbled. Everything ambiguous became focused. As I departed, I turned and gave the young lady a hug. Our lives had blended, molded to build on the unconscious. A raw untapped energy. I could feel life surge through her weakened body.
A smile came to her once sunken face and the gaze of despair was no longer apparent. I knew she would go on to live a happier, longer life. Throughout the years, I've stayed in touch with this young lady and the good news is that she still survives and has made every moment of her life a new beginning. Everything old does becomes new again.

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