Chapter 2
“When you touch a star, then you really are, enchanted.”
Enchanted, the Platters


Awakening from my dream I straddled the two worlds. I
was neither awake nor asleep. There on the edge of space
and time I knew that the dream world was more real than the
world of wakefulness. A soft shaft of moonlight cut a
diagonal line through my room. The shaft was surrounded by
a gentle darkness that was coursing with energy. Gazing
into space I wondered how it was possible to look into the
air and see so much movement

“The room is just an extension of you. Your body is