I am in Malta with all of my many relatives from both sides of the family. It is a happy gathering, and it is decided that we'll take a picture of all of us together. My mother begins organizing everyone, telling them where to stand, in which row, etc. We are forming a long, crescent-shaped arc of people, which is the shape of the crescent moon. I find myself standing in the front row, and protest that I am too tall, and should be in the back row, but everyone tells me to remain in front.
Then, the purpose of the gathering shifts (the photo is forgotten), and someone brings out a tin-foil container with a home-cooked dish of fried onions, capers, olives, olive-oil, and a very strong garlic smell. Many of the family laugh or smile knowingly when the dish is brought out, but I've never tasted such a recipe before.
The bowl is given first to my cousin Joanne, who tips it to her mouth and swallows just a little bit of the juices and oil. Many laugh and talk amongst themselves in Maltese when she does this.
The bowl is passed to another person, who also takes a small, cautious sip, and then to me. Rather than sipping ( I can smell the powerful garlic and other herbs), I take an olive and eat it.
As soon as I do, I can feel a power spreading through my whole body and coursing through my mind. I experience intense clarity of vision and extreme imaginative powers. Whatever I wish to envision in my mind, I can see clearly and intensely.
I close my eyes, and imagine myself in High Park. I am surrounded by rich, green trees and green, green grass. I desire to expand the horizon of my vision, and so I do. I begin, through will alone, to rise up and elevate myself higher and higher through the trees. Finally, I begin soaring like a bird over and above the trees. I feel inspired, free, and alive.