The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 2

I was not troubled by these dreams. Rather I thought they were reaching out to me. To help me to understand – myself – this book – and the situation in which it had placed me. 

Yet they never seemed to conclude – despite efforts to go back into that dream state after waking. 

Then, a morning came when I heard the voice again. And I realized something that I had not grasped before. It was not any spoken tongue that I have known or studied. But I understood it completely. 

Excitedly I fetched the tiny fat volume from the shelf. And opened it. 

Now I understood every letter and every word.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 6

I stumble over my thoughts when I consider how best to explain how I unlocked the book. 

I sat in front of this page a full hour before I set pen to it. 

It was not so much the same five letters that I saw over and over – though I am so familiar with them now. 

But it marks the first time I heard the voice. And I felt myself to be the object of some watching presence once again. 

The voice did not address me. On the contrary the impression grew that I was being allowed to overhear what was said. 

My comprehension was immediate. I saw the “letters” as the steps to manipulate the lock open. 

I followed them. And saw the pages within at last.