Toad in the Road, Unicorns Freed!

     It so happened one day a choice was made. "Opt out", chose me. As I walked right then straight rather than straight than right (which would have been "more logical" decision) across an intersection I saw it all dried and belly up in my path: a toad in the road....synchronicity! The storms had flushed many a thing into the roadways the previous day, so no toad was killed just for me but synchronicity, a smile from a man which had me crossing right instead of straight in distraction, and a breeze probably all conspired to bring the moment to me.
   As I've written before and practiced so previously, the modern prophet knows when asking in response to such "omens" and things "for whom the bell tolls", that prophet's answer should always be "firstly, me". And so it is and so it shall be......illness over ran again, the mucus was green. So for two days I slept when I normally couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't have listened to my body. I woke refreshed, my heart wide open, my mind clear again. "Oh! How toadish I had gotten! How toadish I've been!". Only in the exaggeration of my own behavior under extreme stress could I see that little par boiled toad that had always existed in me. So the days that followed I kept awake to me observing without judgement what par boiled things would come from me. I opened the space, hesitating their expression to see what other things could come through this expanded clarity. "Indeed, indeed!" croaked me as I allowed the waters of clarity to flow freely. And like the wicked witch of OZ when watered by Dorothy, the par boiled toad in me began to scream and writhe "I'm melting! I'm melting!".
   A couple days later I sat in repose as the mucus began to run clear from my nose. A big black snake did meander on the hunt straight towards me. Previously the toad in me would have broken out in a cold hot sweat and begun shaking immediately! I sat instead, calm as could be. I made a tap with a metal thing so that it would notice me. It noticed me indeed and simply doubled it's length back by half giving me ample space but continuing on it's path. I felt a great etheric movement that flowed with slither of the snake as it passed by me. It stopped of a sudden and pulled back just a bit as if something had jumped up before it before continuing smoothly upon it's way. Did it sense the etheric joining of it and me? Maybe, maybe, says me.
   In the mean time, my little she goat offspring had drawn more unicorns. The kids had slept those two sleepy days same as me. This time her unicorns had heads held high and were untied, untamed beneath the sky. With "cutie marks" in place, their renewed, expanded, state complete.
   The goats' mucus, also clear, they did romp and play again through their days. Which left me back to my beneath the local trees, daily dancing myself clear and then just for the joy; I am even more free!