On my first day of work as an undercover mystic pretending
to be a corporate sales woman, I was just sitting down to attend my first official
meeting when the secretary of the office let out a deathly scream. Everyone jumped
up and ran to see what happened. There she stood shaken and flustered pointing
down at a huge spider. People began entertaining their own reactions moving
about to save the situation, but for me time stood completely still. Everyone
around me faded away and I cocked my head to the side to meet the spiders gaze.
In our own little silent conversation, I understood this beautiful creature to
be a weaver of destiny and dreams. An artist of silk and satin so fine that no
human machine could ever mimic. I felt her creative juices, her strength to
survive. I sensed the killer in her- to feed and sustain herself. I felt pride
swell up in my heart as she knew her superiority over us when it came to
artistic endeavors and survival. This private conversation was interrupted by
the jolting realization that someone was about to end her life.
“Stop!” I yelled. “Stop what you are doing.” My eyes shifted
from the spider to a man holding a rolled up file folder- his weapon of choice.
He froze, stunned by the queenly tone in my voice. I moved gracefully to
sweetly pick the spider up into my bare hands. Her body felt completely foreign
to my skin. It was both exciting and exhilarating.
“Everything is okay, I’ve got you now.” I whispered
reverently to the spider who stood still and trusting in the palm of my hand. I
glided out of the office and into the fresh outside where I placed spider into
nearby grass. We nodded and then I got up to return.
It was only then when I realized the scene I had made. I
looked down at the ground in embarrassment, realizing that people outside of my
world simply do not act that way. I took in a deep breath and made my way back
inside, ready to explain myself- but not before catching a glimpse of my
reflection in the glass doors that brought me back inside. I hesitated as my
reflection showed a corporate woman in a dark pant suit, hair tied up in a bun,
heels on point. I felt a tug at my heart for the days of sexy sleeveless shirts
and braids. This will take some getting used to- I told myself.
Everyone had gone back to their business by the time I made
my way back into the office. Everyone that is, except for the secretary who
glared hot hellish eyes at me. I couldn’t help but to smile at her- she kind of
looked a little witchy.
Nothing more was said, at least not to my face, which put me
at ease. It was hard enough being the new girl, and being new to this world.
Having to explain myself would be grueling.
The next morning as I was walking into the building,
something shiny caught my attention in the bush near the entrance. I walked
over to investigate. What I saw took my breath away. It was the absolute most
gorgeous spider web I had ever seen adorned with morning dew the shined like
diamonds! And right off to the side of her masterpiece stood proudly the spider
I had saved.
“You must know that diamonds are a girls best friend.” I said receiving
her gift. I turned to walk inside and just for a moment my reflection showed my
long wild hair and bare feet.
It will take some time getting used to this new life. It’s a
different kind of jungle, with different predators. I am not surprised that my
first friend is an eight legged artist and I’m delighted that magic has found
me in the most unlikely of places.
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