Warlocks and Astral Travel

Warlocks, Dragons and Unicorns,
All have disappeared from the earth. I would have loved to see these creatures. They have long since gone.

The first time I met a male witch I was astonished. I had only known girls and women as witches. I hadn't thought about it much. That is what they call themselves. I watched him smile, and thought I saw a glint of gold from his back tooth. Something very unique about him. The way he moved around the room. So unlike most men I had met before. His small attic apartment was filled with books, candles and impliments of witchcraft.

His eyes reflected a spark of light as he turned from the window. I could feel the magic swarming around the room. When he touched the tip of my little finger a jolt of static shocked me and made a sound, like a snap. My breath escaped for a second. The smell of chocolate came to me also.

He sat on the floor with a mortar and pestle and began to grind something, he removed his shirt and sat with one knee up, and concentrated of chopping the herbs and grinding the powders for his concoction. I saw glass bottles on a shelf, all in different colors, half filled, each one, with spirits. I mean the alcohol kind.

I let slip from my thoughts the words "male witch." He said one word back "Warlock." Can't be, there are none anymore. He assured me that there was and that he was one. I wanted to giggle but didn't.

I didn't want an explanation. I decided to just watch and see. He brought a libation over to me and I drank it without question. I was leaving my body and watching myself from above as we dreamed our lifetime and future. Astral traveling up to space, from planet to planet, further and further out to other stars and distant galaxies. Passing other searching souls. Into the coolness, a light breeze touching my face. I can hear music, far away as if in another room. A large party or ball going on with a thousand voices trying to talk above the orchestra that is playing, The Emperor's Waltz. I was on the outside looking in and I saw a beautiful lady riding on a Unicorn. There was a great painting on the wall of that same lady riding a dragon.

 I open my eyes again just as I am moving quickly across the tops of the ocean waves. My face is misted with sea water as it splashes and crashes below me. Back up onto the clouds and out over the tops of trees I go. The smell of pine is clean and gives me a happy feeling. Now I am over the rooftops of houses, slowing down and floating towards earth and home. 

My whole body tingles as I awake upon entry. I am slightly paralyzed in the instant. I think I was day dreaming. I may have dozed off for a moment. Were you telling me something a minute ago? Oh, yes, about "Warlocks."