Pushing through the portal, she finds herself in front of a huge gate which is flanked by the enormous winged lions of Xerxes. They stand there, massive figures of protection, staring hypnotically into the distance, gazing at spans of time that put her mortal self to shame. She is reminded of the vastness of the centuries, the paths that weave their convoluted ways through history, leading this way and that, as she busies herself with seeking secrets that she believes hold her in ignorance.
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In every place, in every field and every ditch, every hedgerow and hill, beauty burgeons with abandon; every tree aches with fragrant blossom, the air heavy, soporific, incense thick, honey headed and drugged. She wanders soul naked and open, as free as a dream, into the arms of this waiting world that seems heaven sent with love.
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My bare toes are curling up in pleasure, the feel of a deep wool carpet beneath them, and I look down to see them planted in a garden of colour. Rich reds, apricots, gold’s and ambers, riot across the floor, a carpet with a mystical story, a carpet emblazoned with the image of the Kabbala, the Tree of Life.
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