Enchantment Island

Introduction

When we are very , very young , and do not yet have the gift of speech , we still retain the essence of heavenly purity , from which we are from . This remaining whisp of perfection and bliss ,  is our " ticket " , allowing  us to travel ,  while we are in our sleeping hours , to a wonderous place , which lies beyond the scope of our  small "human" comprehension . As we grow older , we lose the memory of it , as we are destined to do . We do not retain any bit of it in our minds , but be assured my friends , that this place ; this "Dream Island " is very real indeed , and is essential for human development . This magical spot in our psychie  , is the place where hope is born , and where the seedlings of human endeavor are first imagined .

It is a land where the wide eyed innocent may come , to run and play ,  laugh , and dream and begin to cultivate within their subconscious minds , that acorn of individuality , which makes us all so very special indeed . It is a realm where undistracted , the recently  born , have a chance to discover aspiration , which will lie dormant within them , unless and until it is awakened in later life . It is a place where we first learn to discover , who we are .

Here , the blueprints are written , the die cast . On this island of childhood dreams , possible futures are made , which may in the wider expanse of years allow mankind to achieve victory over the forces which seek to devour our hopes , and turn all dreams into nightmares !

Part one - " The Journey Begins "

The pretty pink curtains billow into the room , playing on the cool September breeze . Gently , silently , they  move up and down , to and fro , on either side of the window frame , like a box kite,  lazily lounging on the wind . From the security  of her bassonnette  , the toddler rests quietly , entranced by the lulling movements . It is a magnifficent full mooned , cloudless night , and the sound of the  gentle nearby surf , serve to enhance her feeling of well being . This feeling of safety and security , combined with the knowledge that she is comforatably ensconsed in her favorite fuzzy " blankie " are overwhelming . Soon , the eyelids of  her  beautiful , tired  blue eyes begin to close , and her breathing becomes slow , and regular . Her journey has begun .

Above the crib she begins to float . Steadying herself ,she flips over to see the pastel covers , and blanket which her " sleeping self " still occupy . She coos and giggles at the sight ,

then turns and flies out of the window . On the baby monitor , mother thinks she hears a cry , and hurries back to check on baby . She silently , and stealthily opens the bedroom door , cringing as the hinges give her approach away . She peeks in ,  allowing  just a bit of light in from the hallway , so she can investigate . She sees her  babe content  there sleeping , and leaves her to her slumber .

Into the cool night she flies ; up ,up towards the moonlight , high as she can . Like a kid on a roller coaster she finds the crest , then dips down suddenly, careening down into the porthole of nod , just beyond the night's horizon . She giggles as she soars , watching for the gate at the end of the passage .

Now , she sees the gate just ahead , and slows down just enough to greet her friend and gate keeper Cyrus Slumber . She calls , as she gets near . " Hi Cyrus ! It's me Sarah !!"  "I know missie "  he retorts , I see yer comin' in "Hot" again'!"  He shakes his head in feigned disapproval,  pushing  the gate open quickly , allowing her to fly on through . " See ya' later ! " she calls as she wings on by . She is no stranger to this land and she knows just what course to fly by . Down she dips again , past the" towers of enchantment ", through the" valley of wonder" , and back up , up again high over  "Hopeful Mountain ". She plummets again down to the" Red Ruby Sea" skirting along its gentle swells , touching them with out stretched fingers . Now she is on final approach . She crosses over "rememberance reef", skims above the shallows and sees the placid waters of "light hearted " lagoon . She notices there is a mist in the air which she had not noticed before . It seems to have the smell of jasmine , and she wonders what it means . "No matter ." she thinks , "My friends will tell me all about it  when I see them ."  Now she is almost there . She clears the remaining waters and jets along "blissful beach" . There in the distance , waiting for her , and waving , like he is every night is her best dream pal "Scout". She stops her momentum , comes to a complete stop two feet above the sand , and then with a bit of a thump , plants her feet firmly on the island .  She laughs out loud saying ' I love that part . It's the best part of the trip ! "  Scout looks up and smiles widely , his eyes beaming with delight at her arrival . " I know whatcha' mean sarah . I love that part too .!"