A03

Air Temple

Wednesday 4th October 1995 (9:15pm)

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Rob: On the altar is a large crystal. It�s about 18� in diameter, and glows slightly with a faint yellow light. In the centre is a small swirling ball of colour. This is very active like a small cloud of explosions. There is no reflection as I look in. There is a stillness about the temple, an expectant hush.

Barry: We hear from afar a low chiming and thudding vibration. We can feel the vibration in our solar plexus. The light in the crystal glows brighter.

Rob: The coloured ball of light is swelling, and moving.

Barry: The temple walls begin to warp and bend, light issues forth in waves.

Rob: They begin to take shape. We see a woman, he face heavily painted. She wears an ornate hat with peacock feathers spread out like a tail, and a shiny blue green dress again like a peacock.

Barry: Standing next to her is a tall man in a blue robe. He is bald and blind. He has become blind by deliberately staring at the sun. He now listens to the wind and speaks its message.

Rob: There is a third figure, that of a small girl in a white tunic. Her face is serious, she has no laughter.

Barry: They stand on a vast plain. The suns light is red. The land is criss-crossed with vast channels.

Rob: The woman, man and child represent the three mother letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The girl is Aleph, the blind man Mem and the peacock woman is Shin. He is winter, the peacock is summer and the girl is spring and autumn to them both. On this vast plain I see a town. Blowing around the streets is a lot of rubbish. The wind worries bits of paper, chasing them. Relentless but aimless, at times it dies down and lets the paper rest, then a fierce gust will throw it into the air. The wind is like our minds, flitting around then bored, then bursting with energy.

Stillness. Just as in water the still pool reveals what is at the bottom, in Air stillness helps to hear what is at the heart of things.

Barry: Stillness lies at the heart of the storm. To reach it is a difficult journey requiring much power and determination. I am currently stuck in a trap, buffeted around by wind from all directions. I don�t want to accept the destructive power of air, cold hard emotionless air.

The plateau is flat and totally without vegetation, which had been removed by the wind. Curled up in a ball and blown around.

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