I visited my aged mother tonight on Christmas eve. When I was a boy, we moved from island to island in the Pacific (my father was an itinerant missionary). This, she said, unsettled me, and I sleep walked. A spirit was walking with me, said the islanders -- and my local guardian, being fearful of it, would not disturb me, but walked silently behind me. Soon there was consternation on the island (Abaiang atoll) about the pale child with red hair who walked in his sleep. My parents addressed it in the meeting house: this was what happened when a child was unsettled through excessive travel. OBSERVATION: Today I remember waking up at the ocean, my guardian with me.
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