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EXT. HILLSIDE MEADOW --MORNING

CAMERA ZOOMS past acre after acre of high grass and flowers waving in the wind.The sounds of birds are soon joined with the sound of girlish laughter in the distance. Faint at first, but soon it becomes very clear. A yellow bonnet and then a yellow dress appear on the horizon. Bouncing and skipping, we see it to be a young girl with a flower basket, filled with the same blooms that surround her. She laughs and skips and swings her basket of flowers in unfettered joy. -The laughter begins to echo, and though the tone changes not, her laughter begins to sound mocking now. Her giggling seemed to be coming from everywhere.CAMERA QUICK PAN R&L --The sound seems to come from every where else, yet no others are to be seen, anywhere. She is suddenly much closer, with the most innocent of eyes peering right through the camera. When she's caught our gaze, she bounces her little figure and smiles coyly a moment before she turns with a wink. With an effortless gesture she is instantly flying down the hill at a full run.CAMERA PULL BACK to show the young man-whose eyes we've been looking through. He desperately tries to follow and immediately finds himself running much too fast (out-of-control) down the hill. He trails hopelessly far behind her. She passes under a tree and she grabs a branch over head with both hands. She pulls the branch down the hill with her until it seemed that it would surely break. As she swings to a stop she is completely upside-down for an instant. The branch begins to draw her back, flinging her lily white legs high in the air. Wind and gravity pull her bright yellow dress all the way over her head for several seconds. Showing not the least bit of modesty she points her toes skyward and pulls her self up and then over, the branch. Her youthful, waif-like frame, was only barely clad in panties. She becomes stunningly visible to the young man. Already hopelessly-out-of-control in his descent. This hypnotic distraction was hardly necessary: to send him in to a full tumble. She then flips the rest of the way over the branch, swinging to a perfect landing under the tree and her dress snaps right back in to place.

CAMERA TUMBLING VERTICALLY Her laughter, suddenly much louder seems to revolve around us horizontally, clearly in only one place at a time now, dancing an invisible circle around the tumbling young man. Suddenly the grass and the menacingly hard ground were no longer beneath him. The pounding he felt at every tumble became his every wish: for now he was in free-fall, and every split-second meant an increasingly brutal landing was pending. Desperately looking for the ground that he could not feel, he catches a glimpse of a tree line below approaching fast. They looked infinitely better than the unforgiving ground or rocks he feared he would see. Sailing through the tops of the first of two rows of trees at the valley's depths, he is bounced back by the second row, and dumped unceremoniously into the brook between. He can hardly believe he is alive and conscious! Afraid to move too quickly in case of broken bones, he stays still and opens his eyes. After a brief scan with his eyes and some minor motion to test shoulders knees and such, he begins to get up.CAMERA PAN LEFT THEN RIGHT He starts to chuckle with relief, having landed safely. The mirth quickly silences and a smile freezes and sours on his face. He hears again, the little girls laughter, becoming impossibly loud and circling him faster and faster. First he tries to face towards the sound in defiance, spinning in place frantically. Then, exhausted, he tries to follow as best he can with his eyes. Finally the trees and the ground begin spinning with the voice, and he mutters something about a concussion as he goes unconscious on the canyon floor.

EXT.-FOREST-NIGHT

CAMERA ZOOMING DOWN SLOWLY to reveal a dome shaped outline traced out by some really bright fire flies, or something. As we draw closer we see the lights occasionally take the shape of fairies for an instant an then they change back into flying spots of light. They outline a perfect dome over the young man, still unconscious. The lights change color for a moment and the man begins to awaken. We see his eyes move, slow at first then rapidly, but nothing else moves at all. He tries to follow the lights that surround him with just his eyes and quickly becomes frustrated. He is completely immobilized.

MARK: (off screen voice with echo) I can feel the wind and the ground on my arms and legs so I know that I am not paralyzed. I can even tense my muscles for all the good it does me: it feels like the laws of physics have changed, and I 'm the obsolete model from the old universe. No, that's ridiculous. Get it together man, a few moments awake and still, and I start thinking the universe as we know it has come to an end. What-the-hell are these lights? Yikes! Did I just see what I think I saw? Fairies? Naw, it couldn've been. I am probably still half asleep, and that would explain why I cannot move, as well! -----Then he sees it again, more clearly this time. Two fairies fade in to shape and slowly back out. His eyes open wide as he realizes that he is inside a "swarm" of fairies. ------Your a long way from home chaps, this ain't Ireland!-----As though in response to his thoughts the lights shift color for a moment again, and the little girl's laughter returns. This time it sounds belittling, like a powerful (yet small) queen, chuckling from her throne. The lights begin to swirl around him, suddenly all going the same direction. A glowing cloud slowly appears above the lights, growing brighter and beginning to take on a distinct form. Soon, the little girl is floating above him. The face is the same but the expression she wears is completely different. She looks at him now as though he's a helpless child or pet, and she is still laughing.

FAIRY QUEEN:You have over-much nerve speaking in that manner, Mark. We danced our circles upon this entire planet long before you thought creatures were born in flesh. Let that be aside for now though, there is something I must try to communicate to you and yours, my friend.

MARK: Why do you call us thought creatures?

FAIRY QUEEN: Because you are. (She waves her hand and the lights disperse, Mark rises carefully to his feet)You have always been made up of thoughts, and nothing else. You've been given bodies to house those very thoughts but you are not these bodies. Thoughts are above time and space. When a child is born, a thought being is incarnated as a time space creature. Your philosopher Descartes stumbled upon the truth when he said "I think, therefore, I am." You are a whirlpool of thoughts, personified. You are a thought creature. That is part of what I must teach you before you can understand what I must tell you.

MARK: Whirlpools of thought? Whoa! You must have the wrong guy, I'm not cut out for that philosophy mumbo-jumbo. Though I always liked that "I think, therefore, I am." I figured it was because it was short.

FAIRY QUEEN:(with demanding authority) Lose that habit of "because"!Cause and effect are the products of time and space: they are not of us. You are the right guy. It almost wouldn't matter who I spoke with, your all so far away from your real selves. I just have to choose one and remind them who they are.

MARK:That's it? Then, your done?

FAIRY QUEEN: No, that's just so you can understand what I have to say.

MARK:Why wouldn't I understand?

FAIRY QUEEN:There you go again! Why is just like because, worthless. The folk tales of the little people speak of the Fairy when there was very little for the Fairy to do. The peoples of Ireland and the Native Americans could see us sometimes in our day to day activities. Their languages had not completely lost the ability to transfer a living idea, orbiting around the words spoken. And they do tell such wonderful stories!We do so love to hear a well-spun tale!When there is laughter or mirth about, we'll be there, the wee folk love a good time as well!Those times are sorely missed indeed by the Fairy. Yet, rest assured, there are even better times ahead!

MARK:How do you know that?What if we blow ourselves to kingdom-come?

FAIRY QUEEN:You certainly have a lot of words for because!Thoughts are not to be held in words! Words should be a focus point for thoughts to revolve around!When you tell a story and say "Once upon a time" the meaning of these words is not to be found in the word themselves, we simply know it is story time!The folks, especially the children, would gather to feast upon the imagination of the elders. Even if you've heard the tale a hundred times, not once would you hear it the same. The response of the audience the atmosphere of the moment, and many other things contribute to the uniqueness of this story. You can't tape that on your VCR! The imagination is the seed of all creation: every thing that is or ever will be, starts out as an idea. Stories are a chance to share imagination for its own sake! A child raised with stories will never run short on imagination!They don't even care if it is a very good story, they just want to hear daddy or mommy tell a story. It is a personal gift of creation, given in unconditional love: It is a very good story. All beings are a vortex of thoughts, going either up or down. If you are creating for the sake of sharing that is the essence of being a parent.

MARK: We have millions of stories, in our books and movies, why is it so different to share them in person? What is wrong with watching T.V.?

FAIRY QUEEN: For one thing you don't even know how to tell a story any longer. For example, when an animal speaks in a fairy tale there is always something supernatural at work there. Animals may communicate, but they do not speak. The spoken word is the result of a thought creature's attempt to share his thoughts. When an animal speaks, even in a story, it is a moment out of balance. The animal must be possessed by something that is speaking through it. They don't go about having conversations between themselves! Read some of the traditional fairy tales of the Irish or the myths of the Sioux, when an animal speaks, it is never really the animal it self. It is almost always a magical being of some sort that is speaking through it.

MARK:Are you serious? Who is going to settle for those old stories when there are so many new exciting stories in our own time? This doesn't make any sense. Do you really expect us to turn off the television and gather around the campfire? This is the modern world, after all!

FAIRY QUEEN:Don't be too proud of this world and its technological advances. You can not make it rain with a thought, most of you can hardly imagine rain with out a video tape. You have forgotten most of what you knew before you got here, much less learned anything. We are wasting time, come let me show you.(she waves her hand and the lights appear again swirling above them, then descending around them. They lift up off of the ground and the scenery begins to change.) Don't get me wrong, it is not like there ever were any good old days. It is always nice to have food on the table and an activity to keep the mind awake, these things were in short supply in the large part of the past. Wealth or even the dreams of wealth can easily distract one from what is really important. Don't get me started on how many people there are, birth control at best can be only too little too late! Their may be enough food but the spirit of the earth and the spirit of mankind is dying. Where is your place to be alone in the living temple? There are those who have never walked alone in a natural place. How then can they do so in their hearts?

EXT.-JUNGLE-DAY

They fly over a large Native American gathering around a huge stone pyramid in the center of town. A high priest is at the top waving a severed bloody head by the hair and holding up a staff. He shouts something in another language and lightning cracks three times in the clouds above him. Then it begins to rain.

EXT.-DESERT-DAY

The scene changes to a desert with another pyramid amidst a large crowd in robes and face wraps. A man stands most of the way up the pyramid with a staff and the clouds crack repeatedly with peals of thunder and flashes of lightning. Then a ball of lighting descends from the clouds above, with a deep hum and a crackling sound. It is clear by the motions of the man with the staff that he is in control of its movement. He yells some words we don't recognize and it disappears within itself. Then it begins to rain.

EXT.-STONEHENGE-DAY

Four black robed figures pointed in opposite directions with staffs held in front of them. The sky above churns and begins to spin around them. The sky roars with thunder as clouds appear from nowhere. Four lighting bolts crack directly over each of them and meet with a deafening roar in the center of the swirling clouds. A huge glowing disk of lighting hovers above them. Then all four turn around towards the center and the disk changes colors and grows taller. The center of the disk stretches up and down until the bottom reaches the ground between them with a huge explosion.Then it begins to rain.

MARK:That never happened, it was all superstition and legends.

FAIRY QUEEN:I could only show you the little things, ye of little faith.There have been those to command the elements at will that have saved entire nations during times of drought and famine. Some who could mitigate the raging of volcanoes and earth-quakes, even seismic waves have been foreseen and influenced by the careful use of the natural powers of the sun and this planet. You have just seen a couple of rain dances, little one.

MARK:Cool! You going to show me how to get power and use it, right!(She disappears, the earth disappears, and he is tumbling helplessly through space with her laughter all around him.)I'm sorry! I'm sorry! All right already! I take it back!

FAIRY QUEEN:(off screen voice) I'll not be trifled with boy, you say another word of betrayal like that and I'll just leave you here!

MARK:(still tumbling in outer space) OK! For God sakes! OK! I'll listen! Please, just get me down!

FAIRY QUEEN:(off screen voice) I've shown you enough for now (he descends to earth and he collapses to the ground) Now you must show me your worthiness. Do something with a pure heart without thought of repayment. You will see me again when I want you to. Good-bye for now!