Silhouetted against a hazy moonlit sky one night, I saw a troll; not a dwarf Danish or Swedish troll but rather a giant Norwegian forest troll. Ugly to be sure--as trolls are supposed to be--but not fearsome at all. It peered down benevolently from its height of some 135 feet. My wife and I consider it a guardian spirit. Some observer friends see a troll, others merely an ordinary Ponderosa pine. Several see an eye like a full moon facing north. Only one person has felt unease in its presence, possibly her subconscious mind at work, wrecking her spiritual education. We’ve tendered it a gift today, placing a chunk of amethyst at its feet.
