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Verna is a 'little angel of light', as are all nature spirits.
Verna, I want to apologise to you and your kind, I feel I’ve done you something of a disservice. Each time we’ve spoken I’m now aware that I’ve put too much of my child fantasy on you. I’ve wanted to relate to the nature spirits as cute little people from the fairy stories of my childhood, and other ones I’ve picked up along the way. So unconsciously I’ve tried to fit you into this picture, writing with it overshadowing and no doubt wrongly influencing me and your being able to communicate with me. I know, as you’ve told me, you are specialists and experts in mimicking us humans, so I imagine you’ve done that flattering me, pandering to my childish need. So I want to ask you if we could in a way start again, and I’ll try to not see you in the light of cute little baby gum-nut people, fairies, pixies and elves, things appealing only to children and people wanting to escape into their childhood fantasies, such as I have.
Certainly James, I’d be delighted to write with you again, and from this new perspective of yours.
Thank you. I feel like I want to grow up and relate to you however you are, that which I want to find out, rather than imposing my ignorant understanding on you. I want to write this way, conversationally, and I’ll be doing it concurrently with my diary with Mary (Magdalene).
Whatever you like James. I’m always here, and always with you.
Great. However, having started, I’m sorry, as I’m now going to put you on hold and go back to Mary, I just had to get that off my chest. I hope I’m not putting you out and messing you around, but I’m trying to respond to just my feelings.
Not at all, I understand. You do as you please. Don’t worry about me, I’m more than happy to fit in with you, and of course I understand that we’re only a part of your life, and a small part at that. So any time you want to cut me off, even in mid-sentence, that’s fine with me, your feelings and your need to express them are far more important that you worrying about hurting my sensibilities and you needing to have good manners. And it wouldn’t be right if you wanted to deny Marion (or Mary for that matter) and your relationship with her by preferring to speak with me, someone you can’t even see, let alone not even knowing if I actually exist. No my dear boy, you do what you suits you and I’ll go along with you. Anyway, it’s more fun that way.
Okay, I’ll go now and come back later.
Whatever you like, the Lady of the Lake shall be waiting.
Verna, I want to apologise to you and your kind, I feel I’ve done you something of a disservice. Each time we’ve spoken I’m now aware that I’ve put too much of my child fantasy on you. I’ve wanted to relate to the nature spirits as cute little people from the fairy stories of my childhood, and other ones I’ve picked up along the way. So unconsciously I’ve tried to fit you into this picture, writing with it overshadowing and no doubt wrongly influencing me and your being able to communicate with me. I know, as you’ve told me, you are specialists and experts in mimicking us humans, so I imagine you’ve done that flattering me, pandering to my childish need. So I want to ask you if we could in a way start again, and I’ll try to not see you in the light of cute little baby gum-nut people, fairies, pixies and elves, things appealing only to children and people wanting to escape into their childhood fantasies, such as I have.
Certainly James, I’d be delighted to write with you again, and from this new perspective of yours.
Thank you. I feel like I want to grow up and relate to you however you are, that which I want to find out, rather than imposing my ignorant understanding on you. I want to write this way, conversationally, and I’ll be doing it concurrently with my diary with Mary (Magdalene).
Whatever you like James. I’m always here, and always with you.
Great. However, having started, I’m sorry, as I’m now going to put you on hold and go back to Mary, I just had to get that off my chest. I hope I’m not putting you out and messing you around, but I’m trying to respond to just my feelings.
Not at all, I understand. You do as you please. Don’t worry about me, I’m more than happy to fit in with you, and of course I understand that we’re only a part of your life, and a small part at that. So any time you want to cut me off, even in mid-sentence, that’s fine with me, your feelings and your need to express them are far more important that you worrying about hurting my sensibilities and you needing to have good manners. And it wouldn’t be right if you wanted to deny Marion (or Mary for that matter) and your relationship with her by preferring to speak with me, someone you can’t even see, let alone not even knowing if I actually exist. No my dear boy, you do what you suits you and I’ll go along with you. Anyway, it’s more fun that way.
Okay, I’ll go now and come back later.
Whatever you like, the Lady of the Lake shall be waiting.