I was bicycling and it was raining or started to rain. I wanted to forgo the misery of that, so I stopped in at the house nearby, fearful I was. The house turned out to be like an amusement park cinema. I saw a lion leap across when I looked through the window of the dolphin-esque cinema complex, initially half-expecting that those statues by the water and falls would be sphinxes but instead the distinction was unclear. They crossed between red Chinese tiger/lion statues to sphinxes. I hesitated and decided this wasn't a house but I was still fearful of what? Wasting 2 quarters in the slot up front, in front of my face, that hinted it would open the door to a show? There was some other fear. There's always fear. Fear not, don't think, do something. Completely, I mean COMPLETELY stick your head in the lion's mouth and, don't say the following but BE the following: "I've no idea what the hell is going on." That's the way to live life. I mean of course, reality fluctuates from this to that, which is completely part of the whole picture too. And that, my friend, is where the Sphinx Fae, who by honour and courtesy of Etc Tech and Dark WonderLand Corp, is esteemed to have been initiated as of September 2005, under influence of a green moon and synchronistic, creative expressions of teal among other variations of green, has been given both the external officialness of being an explorer of worlds and responsibility to always engage the inner child.