An Excerpt from the Book

P r e f a c e 

 

*** you can skip this bit kids. Just like staying in school isn’t essential…or is it? ***

 

does the influencer and thought-leader bug have us all thinking we “need to write a book”? That “our voices must be heard”. That becoming “irrelevant” is worse than death. 

 

I started writing this book out of worry… that after years of ‘shrooms and mezcal rituals, my brain might stop working and the stories from my life - full of magic, mischief and reverence - may evaporate into the thin air.  Where will our grandchildren turn for family folklore!? Netflix? 

 

Then the animist within remembered that anything that exists, seen or unseen, can be accessed till the end of time. That thanks to practices like Prayer; Deep Time Diving; Remote Viewing; and Meditation; humans can indeed find anything “lost” in time and space. 

 

The best gifts we can leave our children and grandchildren with is that of imagination; tools for expansion and exploration of all things woo. 

 

For anyone who hasn’t visited the College of Psychic Studies or The School of Intuition; there are courses you can take to learn to speak to plants; people who’ve passed over and past-life lovers. And in the global south, there are thriving indigenous communities and medicine healers where ancient ritual, tradition and stories are still being taught.

 

Wisdom travels through life-times whilst swirling in our atmosphere.

In the same way rain falls, evaporates, turns into clouds and back down. 

 

It's why no matter how many times we try to forget ancient wisdom, or re-write scriptures, the mysteries of life continue to be revealed. And somehow we find the same basic messages that nurture our human-ness in every century.

 

Like the time the Vatican priests tried to remove the Virgin Mary's prominence in christianity, only for her apparitions to start appearing around the world fast and furious. True story.

 

Or the time we decided to start polluting our rivers and the climate started speaking back at us. Ice caps melting as we speak. Tick tock.

 

Knowing all this - that first reason went kaput. There are enough sources to keep future generations in check. Perhaps I don’t need to write this book. Phew.

 

A week later, a dream.

 

Whilst walking over a bridge in a world that multiplied gravity, a white owl flew a dance that was both captivating and conversational through her movements and engulfing eyes. An unforgettable vision.

Waterfalls and rivers below and to the side of the bridge… flowing from all directions and angles. Gravity existed as a labyrinth of ley-lines rather than the one magnetic force. Inception meets Narnia. Adventure meets fantasy. Invisible white light elevating each scene.

 

I interpreted this dream to symbolise a readiness… for hidden feels in my crevices… to be seen. Wisdom accumulated over aeons - from ancestors, past-lives, time here on earth and each person who’s ever touched me. And ofcourse Google, Youtube, Telly and Sunday papers.

 

Dreams are a powerful compass for our lives. Just pay a bit more attention.

 

Here's to walking over that bridge of labyrinthian ley-lines - crossing the threshold, onto a stroll designed to tickle imaginations and celebrate magic.

 

Labyrinths are ancient tools designed to foster contemplation and spiritual transformation. Labyrinths unlike mazes, are not brain tasks. There is one way in and a way out. One engages labyrinths with calm, creativity and intuition.

 

Like the start of any pilgrimage, it's best to open the heart for this book adventure.

 

There’ll be an excitable start, powered by a strong sense of curiosity. A middle where we’ll either lose the plot or find ourselves in ecstatic flow. And an end that will either feel like a come down or one of those rolling orgasms that go on and on and on for hours…

 

How many trees will be cut down to print these pages?

Can this be published differently?

Time will tell.