Sitting at my little round cafe table - painting - listening to music! Every tiny feather-tip touch of every note!! Fighting that monster-juice that has taken over my bloodstream *AND*:
It must have diminished, shrunk back and down.
Become small <----like this----->Small~

IN THAT ONE MOMENT.

In one moment,
I feel God all around me and I know now that I will be okay. I have not been stolen; I have not been killed, I have NOT expired; I am still valid...the kidnapper has returned me to me, and God to me/me to God.

Now, there're plenty of things happening...music, colors, a psychedelic world. Purity and joy. Innocence. Non-pollution; it's all clear, now. I am alive behind the fairy-door (you can imagine what that door looks like). I am safe here, now. Now: I am free. I am in LOVE.

The sound of a truck engine beginning is a symphony.