Almost two years ago, before I’d even heard of Pacifica Graduate Institute, I felt called to make a pilgrimage to the sacred sites in England near Glastonbury and Cornwall. A walk in the woods through Rocky Valley to Boscastle in Cornwall, England was my initial invitation to explore the world of the faeries. On the footpath that day, I saw an iridescent apparition floating above a tree stump next to the river. I had to blink my eyes and shake my head for a moment because what I had witnessed seemed so oneiric, so unreal. But something inside me knew that I had seen something––I was surely awake, wasn’t I?. Somehow, linear time melted into mythical time and a veil separated to allow me entrance into an otherworldly, deathlike realm. Philosopher Ernst Cassirer describes mythological time as “always conceived both as the time of natural processes, and of the events of human life” (Cassirer 148). It was a disorienting experience to say the least.