I feel hesitant. If I start this journey, I can’t go back to be who I was. Am I sure? No, but there I go anyway, opening the door…
I head east. I just know I have to go there; perhaps northeast to be precise. I find a forest, a dark forest. The soil is dark, too; one would even say it is black. It is full of large stones, those large stones that can be seen at the shore of a river. And the sky is gray, cloudy.
I'm looking for something. And there is someone with me. I know it and I feel it; but I can’t see him. He says I should dig down the damp soil. Obediently, I start to dig with my hands. Soon, I find a glass box with golden edges. It seems that there is nothing inside, but he tells me to open it, to give it a try.
He is right, there is a glittering dust inside. A glowing dust in a vaporous cloud. I inhale it. I feel nothing, there is no effect. Suddenly, a discomfort… An upset, bloated stomach. Feeling nauseous, I start vomiting. I spit a pink liquid, like a gelly that contains the same glowing dust.
The liquid starts to take shape, it becomes a butterfly. A giant butterfly. Instinctively, I jump over it and take flight. We go through the black forest, though I am not certain anymore if it’s a butterfly and I’m flying, or if it is a stingray and I am at sea. No, if I were at sea I could not breathe. I am flying.
I have to find her. The white otter. Yes, I should look for a white otter. Why? Because she will tell me what to do. This flight is in itself a liberating experience. I have reached innate places that I didn't let myself visit before. My mind tingles.
My companion encourages me to continue, to reach beyond the forest's edge, where the sea is. I do it and just before reaching it I see a swamp, a swamp with many trunks lying scattered on the ground. The sky is still gray, threatening rain and cold.
We land, it's here. And there she is. I start to walk towards her and yes, it is the white otter. I talk to her, asking what I should do now. With a smile, she replies that I should unfold myself. Unfold myself? How do I do that? Well, I try and my body rips apart, opening vertically like a bag and a child is let out! A white boy, just like the otter, completely white. Son of the moon.
-Ask the child, what does he say? What does he want?- My companion encourages me.
The boy replies that he’s fine, thanks. We got where he wanted to and there is nothing to fear. That I’ve taken good care of him and that he appreciates all. After this, he swims away with the white otter. Farther out to sea.
The sun is coming on the horizon and the day becomes warm. A tear rolls down my face. I am moved. It’s the satisfaction of a job well done. I smile.
