Upon the Mighty Raging Sea page 26

Looking down at hands and feet with rainbows shine,

in great delight he finds he is not purple now but made of light divine

and at his step the irises spring bright!

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This story was inspired by a personal experience: I met the being described in the woods near Scholes Coppice in early summer, 1992, a being who seemed to be unipedal, and another person who disappeared when viewed directly but not peripherally, and a being who was grey, 8-9 feet tall with a face low down on his body and horns or branches on his back or head, this being did me no harm but one thing I know is that we are not alone.