Being completely ignorant of what the hermetic path entailed as I embarked on my own inner journey gave me a huge advantage I realized later, as I had no expectations of what I would find. Thus in my opus magnum, The Sleeping Giant’, I was able to describe my experience in my own innocent terms. And the truth was that despite the suffering and the seriousness of my mission, I was incredibly excited as I set forth into the unknown… In fact it felt as if I was going on the grandest of adventures, like Jack, climbing a magic beanstalk right up into the clouds to face the Giant, or even a young troubadour galloping out into the unknown void to join the light crusade against all the darker universal forces. So I guess I must have had an insatiable curiousity, as well as masses of trust that I would eventually end up victorious and well again. However we all know that no grand quest is quite as simple as that. I soon discovered that each rung of the ladder I was able to climb, had to be earned by first uncovering a little bit more of my own shadow. So it was a case of one step up into the light followed one step down into the dark again, with many sleepless nights and angry tormenting episodes on the way, as well as the inevitable floods of tears with my eventual surrender. And the higher I climbed the tougher it became, but at no time did I ever think of giving up, I fully intended to overcome whatever was thrown at me until I came face to face with my own inner giant and God.