Read a book about a gypsy folk band in colourful clothing, who were really witches in love w/ their High Priest, unable to eat, drink, etc. w/o his permission, kept on literal leashes in the form of a stupidly tight wooden necklace, which tightened when they had 2nd thoughts re: whether they truly loved him [of course most didn't]. Could "hear" [as in imagine] the band's songs;as you can probably tell, the book fascinated me.
Give/take a couple of yrs, I've eaten up legends, folk -rock, & medieval stuff, while trying to surround myself w/ similar people ever since, or write said world into existence when none can be found.
Fav. childhood poem was 'I Saw A Peacock'; every line started w/ "I saw ___" & what they saw was all wrong. "What a good song that'd make", I thought in my little girlie head. Was overjoyed to hear Steeleye's 'Well Done Liar..!' which is basically the same thing.
I think I might make some artwork for said poem myself.
Also calm people down who can't get their wants/needs across, cheer them up etc.
I don't think any of it's a/my mission though.