Now, as I am standing amongst the flowers, I stoop to examine them more closely. The pure punch of purple-ness is breath-taking. Each flower has a faint musky-sweet scent. All together, the field of blooms is heady – almost too rich. This field stretches out around me – the portal tree juts out in the middle of it. Ah, should be easy to find it again when it’s time to leave.
Leave? I just got here – okay, time to focus on the task at hand. First, to find this infamous Enchanteur…
“It’s about time you arrived.” says a husky voice to my left. I nearly jump out my skin at the sound. I turn to look and am greeted by the sight of a…
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until day 3,
the WiccanGal

“I’m late, I’m late for a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” – The White Rabbit, “Alice in Wonderland”

Oh so behind – I am only leaving for the portal now. The others are far ahead. I hope I can find my way…

I sling my bag over my shoulder, rather like the Fool about to step off the cliff – innocent, carefree, bright-eyed and brimming with enthusiasum.

I’m not sure where to find my portal, but my path winds on. Through the lush green rainforest I walk. I have a sense that I am in the right place, but where is the portal?

Then I spy the stranger. This person is cloaked and hooded from top to toe. I don’t know if it is a man or woman, or even human. The stranger is holding a lantern, very like the Hermit of the Tarot. A pale hand motions for me to follow.

The stranger doesn’t say a word, and neither do I. I follow the cloaked figure for several minutes until, quite suddenly, the figure stops. A finger points ahead to a tree.

Here. The portal is here – I just know it. This tree is hollowed, split, rather like a mother opening her womb to release her babe. I look back at the stranger to say thank you, but the figure has vanished.

I approach the tree, and step inside her gaping mouth. It’s large enough to fit two or three people. Feeling the rough outer lips and the smooth inner cavity, I look up, and see that the hollow runs right up to the top of the tree. I can see the sky.

I pause a moment – I’m not sure how to make this portal “work”. Do I need to “press” a section of the tree to open a door, like in “The Princess Bride”? Will the floor of soil and sticks drop from beneath me, letting me tumble like Alice did? Ooh, I hope the fall won’t be far…

In the end, it’s all much simpler than that. I turn around, to look at the forest path I’ve just come from…and it’s not there. The landscape has changed. Instead of a forest, I come face to face with a field of grass and vivid purple flowers.

I’ve done it – I’m in Lumeria.

blessings from the WiccanGal