“I Choose to be …

human!” and with that statement, I slowly turn and press two round black discs into place, then tilt them slightly so the sand disappears, revealing stones of magic.  He follows without hesitation, choosing to be human as well.  He would follow me into fire, thereby always ensuring a majority with my decisions.  She, on the other hand, does not agree.  “Fuck off!” she snarls, knowing she has no choice but to choose to be human.  And so it is with the three of us.  We shift and travel between realms for the purpose of co-creation and expansion of truth.

We are like a circus troop to these ignorant humans.  Our tricks appear to be magic, and people laugh and shout in amazement as we defy logic and illusion.  With confidence, he raises his arms above his head and silver fire shoot from his hands into the skies, then fall upon the crowd.  She spins a wheel with her finger, first in one direction and then the other, leaving a spiral of time between the two.

No one has yet to notice me.