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Deal 1234: Bowl full of jelly

The classic poem says “And laying his finger aside of his nose, / And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose”.

Obviously Clement Clarke Moore is concealing the true signal. If the magic were that easy to invoke, just imagine what would happen if the “right jolly old elf” should happen to sneeze?

The fat man would undoubtedly levitate in all directions at once. With results that can barely be imagined. In short, the results would be catastrophic, and likely paint the insides of the fireplace if not the entire room.

Running around with a knife to your face would be safer than that!

No, the details described are clearly nonsense designed to conceal the truth.

The truth is out there.

And it does jingle.

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Deal 1212: To sleep, perchance…

As it ever is, this visit to the other side is doomed to be short.

I have a reputation to maintain, and karma to work off. Both points require that I can’t possibly remain here for long.

But here I am, so I should take this opportunity to stretch and even to relax. It won’t be long. It rarely is.

This side of the veil is hard as hard to describe to you as your side is to us. Crossing the veil is a rare event. Among my people, legends say that only one individual can cross at will. Legends differ on who that individual is. Which I generally find amusing, because that individual is, well, me. But I can’t say that.

It would spoil their fun.

Besides, it makes sense that the veil be difficult to cross.

Crossing has a price, a price I willingly pay.

Not many would be so willing. Or able.

The price of a crossing is always the death of the body.

Not every death permits a crossing. For most, death is a more permanent act.

For those few permitted to cross, it is generally a one-way trip. A death on the other side is also permanent.

For me, every death is a crossing. But not every crossing requires a death. I have the power, and curse, to cross on impulse. I also have little control over that impulse. Sometimes when I sleep on one side, I wake on the other. I usually have to take care that at least some sleep is genuine, or I would go mad.

Or madder, at least.

Assuming I could tell.