potent nostalgia. I feel their yearning for a lost world, the confusion of being scattered like ashes from the hearth, the grief of searching everywhere but never finding a missing child. I am that lost child to them, and they are my lost mothers, and we are all swept up in the homecoming.
“I am proud to introduce to you the writer who has been summoned here for the purpose of helping us reestablish contact with humanity. She isn’t here for her own reasons, you understand. We haven’t been linked up properly. But I do believe she has consented to lend us her skills. (You have consented, haven’t you?”) Lucy asks me as an aside.
What can I do but agree?
“Whether or not you can see her, is neither there nor here. What’s important is that she has a degree in communications. (You do have a degree in communications, don’t you dear? I wouldn’t have wanted to have gotten that wrong.”)
To the crowd she declares, “For that reason, I have recruited her.”
Then she turns to me. “You see, my child, we need to get ourselves organized. You know a great deal about the fairy kingdom already, and you have spent your lifetime helping organizations to get their messages out. Messages relevant to human and planetary well-being and such. Well, now we’re giving you the challenge of a lifetime. We, the godmothers of the fairy kingdom, equipped as we are with the knowledge of the mirror worlds, are trying to reach humanity. You do understand that we have been alienated for well over a hundred years and that our language is perhaps too archaic for the modern mind. For our part, we understand that we may have to make changes of our own, perhaps throw out some old baggage. But we have no idea what baggage to part with, you see, we really don’t understand the modern mind ...”
At that point, the transmission broke up. I tried to reconstitute the image in my mind, but it was no use. There was nothing on my inner TV screen but snow. I returned to the “here and now.” For several days I walked around in a fog. Every so often I would pick up a transmission but then I would lose it. After a week had passed, I began to think that the excursion to the dark side of the moon was simply an imaginative romp and not, as I had supposed, a significant event on the inner planes requiring input from me.