He felt a deep urge to put some order in this chaos. Leaning against a large standing-stone by the wayside, he drew out his dreambook and began to write.
Dream of me, my love, and I'll be with you all night.
Instead of writing backwards over what had happened, giving structure and meaning to his story, he wrote forwards, slipping into troubling futures.
Silence is the door to Oran Mor. Close your eyes. Quieten your thoughts. And listen. Listen in particular to the sound of the waves. Let the Great Song sing in you. In an hour I will ring a bell. When you hear it, make a sound that resonates with the...
A stylized sun and moon, joined by a horizontal bar, floated above a country divided in two by a river that snaked between them.
Organised religion generally gets in the way of spiritual experience.
