When the call comes.

I suppose I could say that my call came in many different guises, a mysterious illness, a broken marriage, a desperate desire to play the harp, (very necessary I found out later to call down the angels) a vast  void of nothing opening out in front of me, an unexpected gift for healing that had to be investigated and an obsessive need to create strange mysterious sculptures that looked as though they had been dragged up from the ocean bed… Wlilst all the time aware that my unconscious world had gone into some fast and furious overdrive, throwing out a plethora of visions and dreams, many of them pre-cognitive, such as the eruption of mount Virginia, the fire at Windsor Castle, and last but not least, the most beautiful dream in full colour in which I was standing on the edge of the universe watching quantum energy at play at the beginning and end of all creation. A dream that although rather worrying at the time, inspired a series of paintings that predicted the discovery of  the Julia (Mandelbrot) sets, some three or more years later.
So obviously something was playing havoc with my consciousness and it seemed that I had no control over it. Indeed I felt like a puppet the of some grand play master. And alongside all this I had the profound belief that I could not only heal myself of the wretched M.E. (or C.F.S as it is now called) as well as the abusive childhood that had probably led to it, but also by quite simply baring my soul and undergoing a deep transpersonal Jungian inner journey to address all those darker aspects of my shadow, that I would eventually also uncover my own gene of God and through enlightenment understand the nature of the universe.

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