Ae9 07-04-12

I try to to return to the ancient tree and confer with the owl, but as soon as I enter the water I'm in a desert. The owl swoops down and picks me up, might as a [roc]. I'm lifeted out of my clothes, which, with an owl's keen vision, I see as a suit and tie.

Naked and dangling, I wonder about my destination, but I put all my trust in the wise bird. We approach an active volcano with a gaping, open top. To my protest, the owl drops me in. With a sizzle I am no more.

The energy given to the mountain awakens it. For a moment, I become it, looking like the mountain in [Merlin]. Wondering what to do as a mountain, I suddenly erupt.

Glowing lava spills down thru the forest I keep trying to save or warn the trees, but they get immoliated like stoic monks.

The desctruction spreads to a bit beyond the base of the mountain, then the lava settles. It turns purple. I equate the red to purple as moving up the chakras, but on closer inspection the purple lava is viscous goo, vile and undulating. AFter the discovery the goo spurts up into the sky and spells out [Goosebumps]-esque title words that I can't make out: L'~ E