After reading the page Enchanteur provided called the Delphic Treasury I was intrigued and inspired.

I thought about what gift I could give to the Muse and nothing seemed appropriate except only one thing kept coming to mind. I didn’t like the idea of giving it as it is not exactly a gift to be happy about. The Muse may not like it and throw it back in my face, I thought.

But then I remembered that the Muse is not human, like me, and therefore likely not flawed in the same ways that I am. I also realised that the gift I was thinking of giving was actually invading my thoughts right now and the Muse may be glad to help me be free of it.

I decided to jump in and take the chance and see what happened.

I called The Muse and asked for some precious time. I felt it was granted when I felt a presence next to me, comforting and expectant. I couldn’t see anyone but there was someone there. I said, “Dear Muse, I give you this gift of my Fear. It has been a royal pain in the backside for many years of my life and I give it to you in the hopes that you may turn it into something more productive.”

I waited without breathing until I felt the presence of the Muse leaving me but not before it kissed both my cheeks in a warm caress.

I glowed with acceptance and pleasure, feeling as if I was finally being given permission to be me. And it felt good.

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