Therese: In my vision, a pathway leads into an ancient oak forest. Green moss cascades from the tree branches, and sunlight streams through the canopy. I stop and gaze at a huge, gnarly oak tree. To my delight, a single shaft of purple light shape-shifts into Merlin. He stands tall, dressed in a purple robe and sparkly high hat. He smiles broadly as he forms his palms into a cup in which he cradles a shimmering flame of light.