The Fly

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"You are in your special place."
I'm in the middle of a forest surrounded by a circle of trees.
"You look around and you see a beam of light."
I see a beam of yellow light.
" You walk into the beam."
I walk.
" You are lifted up into the beam. You are lifted up and up. You look down and you see your special place far below you. It gets smaller and smaller the higher you rise."
I look down I can see the circle of trees that I was sitting in just moments before. It is so so small, and the forest is so so vast. I can't see the end of it. So much of it I have never seen before.
"You look up and in front of you, you see another beam of light."
I see a beam of pure darkness.
"You get off the beam you are on and get onto the one in front of you."
I get off and onto the dark beam.
"You feel safe"
I feel anything but safe.
" You look down and you see another place."
I look down and I see a small field.
"As your feet hit the ground, you take a moment to look around."
I feel my feet hit the soft grass and dig my toes into the cool dirt. I look behind me and see the entrance to a forest. I hear rushing water and waves so I turn back around. I walk until I find the source of the water and I find out I'm not in a field at all, I'm on a giant cliff above an ocean. I walk over to the edge and look down and see waves crashing into the jaged rocks below.
" You see your 'master'. Your master can be a person or an animal."
I hear buzzing and look over my shoulder. Suspended there is a small fly. My master starts flying away, back toward the forest behind us. I look back at the crashing waves. The fly flies back to me then flies away once more. I could feel something inside of me urging me to fallow it, so I do. My master leads me to the beginning to the forest. 
"Before you leave, you give your master something or your master gives something to you. This something could be a gift or a question."
"What do you want?" I ask.
The fly looks at the cliff them back at me as if to say "I wanted to get you away from there and bring you here."
"You walk away from your master knowing that you will see him again soon and walk back to the beam of light."
The once dark beam of pure darkness is now a radiating white.
"You are lifted up into the beam. You are lifted up and up. You look down and you see where you were far below you. It gets smaller and smaller the higher you rise."
And I feel safe.

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