Moniqa & Magic Unicorn

 

CHAPTER 2

MAGIC OFF THE T-SHIRT

That night as Moniqa lay in her bed, the stars shown their dazzling light into her room. She had hung her T-shirt on a hanger from the bookcase where the light from the moon and stars could shine on it. The painting was even more beautiful in the soft light of night. The Unicorn sparkled iridescent. Suddenly, the Unicorn tossed his head. He was more than just the head and neck of the Unicorn that she had painted on her
T-shirt. There was a whole Unicorn standing in her room!

"Thank you for creating me," the Unicorn said, nodding his head and pawing the carpet.
Moniqa sat bolt upright in bed. "Who, who are you?" she stammered in amazement.
The Unicorn snorted, turned his head to look over his shoulder and snorted again. "I'm a Unicorn, of course, You gave me a bit of a start there for a moment. I had to look to make sure I had the right body. I mean, it wouldn't do to claim to be a Unicorn if I was wearing the body of a lion or a dog, now would it?"

Moniqa giggled and sighed, "I know you're a Unicorn. But, how did you get off my T-shirt? Are you really real? Am I dreaming? What's your name?"

The Unicorn snorted again. "My, my, aren't we full of question? Which one should I answer first? Let's see..." he cocked his head to one side, "How did I get off your T-shirt? I didn't. I exist beyond my painted likeness, just as you exist beyond your photograph. As for my name, I don't have one, yet. Since you are my creator, it seems that you should be the one to name me."

"But, I didn't create you, I only painted you. Moniqa protested. "Unicorns were created long ago. You just said so yourself. But, a beam of dazzling light came from that bright star up there and -poof- there was the rest of you. And you're off my T-shirt!"

"See, you do know. You knew all along. Why did you ask me?"

Moniqa laughed nervously. "I was startled, I guess. I didn't expect to have you come off my T-shirt like that. I guess I thought I was dreaming."

The Unicorn threw back his head and laughed uproariously.

"Sh.-h-h-h! You'll wake the whole house." Moniqa chided.

Stamping his foot and tossing his head in the air, the Unicorn laughed some more. "No, I won't, because you are dreaming!"

"What?"

"But of course, my dear. Turn around and look at yourself."

Moniqa whirled around and looked at her pillow. She stared at herself in astonishment. "How can this be? Am I dead?" Moniqa started to cry.

"There, there, my dear, there's no need to be upset about dreaming. Of course, you aren't dead, you are merely out of your body. Your body needs rest but your consciousness does not. Your consciousness gets to go play anywhere in the Universe it chooses. Evidently, you've never turned around to see yourself before, never known yourself to be beside yourself before." Then he chuckled at his own pun.
"Very funny, Unicorn. By the way, you haven't told me your name, yet."

"You haven't introduced yourself, either. It's not very polite for a creator not to introduce themselves first and then you must tell me what my name is since you are my creator." The Unicorn said mater of fatly.

Moniqa sighed, "OK, my name is Moniqa. And your name is... hum-m-m."
"I'm sorry, but I don't like Hum for a name. It's not at all distinguished, and all Unicorns are distinguished." He turned his head and licked his shoulder like a preening cat.
"I wasn't saying your name just then. I was just thinking out loud." Wonder, peace, love, joy, excitement, adventure, these were all feeling which raced through her being while looking at the Unicorn, but none would do for a name. What then? What to name this magical creature?

"That's it! That's it! Magic! The perfect name for a Unicorn." Moniqa beamed.
The Unicorn tossed his head in the air, and pawed the carpet. "Magic. A perfect name for a Unicorn. Thank you, Moniqa, I like my name very much."

Moniqa looked at Magic intently. "I don't think you answered several of my questions."
"Refresh my memory."

"Why do you call me your creator?"

"Did you not paint me on your T-shirt?"

"Yes, but, I painted the vision which came in answer to a question whispered in my mind."

"Oh, I can see that you are trying to weasel out of that one. You are not taking responsibility for your part in all this. You painted me, so you are my creator, and that is that. Now, as to the true question here. I think you want to know where ideas come from and why. The why is easy. There was a need. You have a saying, "Necessity is the mother of invention." There is a need and someone is receptive to the answer. That was you. And let's call the one who gives the answers the Ideal Angel."

Moniqa clapped her hands together. "I like that. That's a nice story. I'll buy it."

Magic looked puzzled. "You don't have to buy it, Moniqa, speaking and ideas are free."
Moniqa giggled. "No, silly, that meant that I would accept what you said as true."

"More true than you think. Ideas are as many as atoms. It is questions which are scarce. All through the universe people accept tradition and lack and need, simply because no one has formed the question properly or specifically enough. Once the question is properly formed all Heaven and Earth - all Creation moves to manifest the answer. But, if no one listens the ideas, the answers go unfulfilled. The next sticker is when someone hears or sees the idea-answer, either they don't know which question it answers, because they weren't the asker, or they just sit on the the idea because they don't think anyone else would like or could use it."

The smile drained from Moniqa's face, "That's really sad. The Idea Angel has a frustrating job. It would be awful to have to run around the universe answering questions and have no one listen to you."

"It is." Magic said soberly. "But it has it's rewards. Thank you, Moniqa, for catching the idea, the answer to your Heart's question for peace, love, wonder, adventure, and creating me."

"OK, Magic, so I caught the idea, and painted you. But, Unicorns were created long ago, probably long before humans. You have been the answer to that question through antiquity!"

"Very well, Moniqa, since it distresses you so to be called my Creator, then I shall not do it again. But, Dear One, remember that you are a much more powerful co-creator in this Universe than you give yourself credit for. Of course, all Unicorns were created long ago, like all beings. We have never inhabited your Physical Realm, only your Mental and Spiritual Realms."

"That was my other question. I suppose that since I'm dreaming, that you and all this really isn't real."

Magic snorted, shook his head and stamped his feet. "That is the height of conceit and human egotism, if ever I heard it! You humans have the mistaken idea that your Physical Realm is the only Realm that is Real. Truly there are at least a dozen dozen Realms of Reality in this Universe. Each Realm of Reality is no more or less real or valid than another, just different. This is the Universe of Differences; honor them.

"Moniqa, I, or any other beings, you meet in this Realm you call Dreamland, are no less a real experience than going to school or whatever else you fill your life with. Your see, Dear One, there is not a single thing in this Universe that you can think of which doesn't exist some where in some Realm

"Is there something or somewhere or sometime you would like to experience? Climb on my back and I'll take you there."

"You can do that?" Moniqa asked, wonderingly.

"Of course, That is one of my Life's Purposes. Unicorns are windows between Time, Space and Realms Hop on and away we go."

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