In the sacred grove I am present to my light.
I permeate the environment around me, as it permeates me.
There is something out there above me, behind me, around me, so much greater than me, my mind cannot fully comprehend the magnitude.
It is warmth; an intelligence, a light that envelops part of my own, yet I am still whole yet we are undivided.
I feel the earth, she is cool. I feel myself entering her. My light descends.
I resist at first, the fear of losing myself. I am reassured that it is right, all is okay.
My mind a swirl, no tangible thought to hold on to.
Feeling. Peaceful.
Not understanding and yet with knowledge I refuse to analyse.
Tingling sensations as the light returns within mortal vessels
Before seeing I feel pressure on my right shoulder a touch from above me.
Secure and confident. Assure.
I slowly return, guided to the sacred grove.
Forever changed and eternally me.
Purposeful.
Awen.
Yesterday afternoon I finally visited William Rickett’s Sanctuary. The place, the work, the environment is astounding. Needless to say it will not be my last visit, next time I would like to experience it in the morning with the sun is still coming from an easterly direction.
‘Guided’ was a result of my musings, scratchings whilst sitting and meditating in front of the figures photographed below whilst at the sanctuary.
