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Inner Sanctum…

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Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber.

The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both now holding the light.

The light that some say would not have been original to the monument.

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From behind, the standing stone still looks like wood…

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…Dark Wood.

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Still a little perplexed by the experience the previous day at the ‘Chant-Eater’ we ran through the nine-fold chant and this time got some good effects.

The middle three seemed to resonate most favourably which, being the heart triad, would make a lot of sense here.

After which we re-made our dedication…

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Our timing was beginning to appear propitious…

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But then we noticed that the ground was turning red…

The Hill in a Dark Grove, reprieve…

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We had known for some time, courtesy of Rupert Soskin, that the resident stone of the inner chamber at Bryn Celli Ddu is part of a petrified tree trunk.

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And once we had our eye in it became apparent that other ‘chunks’ of petrified wood had been used in the construction of this chambered tomb.

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At least two, and almost certainly more, of the ‘entrance’ or indeed ‘exit’ stones and the lintel of the passage itself readily conformed to the strange specification.

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This was very exciting, for while we may have been able to extrapolate a workable symbolism behind the use of such material for the stone of the inner chamber, this symbolism was, perhaps, not so readily applicable to the surrounds of the passage-way…

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And was also, possibly, an indication of a more utilitarian function for these stones.

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The mind… began… to boggle.

Free Passage?…

 

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‘It’s easy,’ she had said, ‘you believe the other-world to be greater than this one…’

‘Do I?’

‘You believe those that have passed can still see you…’

‘That’s true.’

‘…but you can’t see them?’

‘Not ordinarily, no.’

‘So there you go.’

Inescapable logic.

‘Yet, you believe life to be greater than death?’

‘I knew there would be a catch, one would certainly hope so.’

‘So what’s your problem? Get up, and walk forth… into life.’

Easy to say, much harder to do, but the corridor did look different…

The stone was gold-suffused-light.

Out of the old world into the blue…

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‘Cloud City Central!’…

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The phrase was uttered as a prognosis as much as a question and so we smiled an affirmative, in relief, that we were not the only one’s to have been thus transported…

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It is not by happy chance, alone, that one is brought here, although happen stance can play a part in bringing people to this beguiling, auspicious place, which is not a place so much as a state of being…

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For those who have never been, it’s inhabitants are apt to appear forgetful, or inept, or even…foolish.

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There are no machines of any kind in Cloud City, nor or there any contraptions…

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Of what use is it then, and what possible good can come of it?

One word…

Replenishment.

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