Introduction

The Story
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A Few Personal Stories
Francis
Faith
Anne
Silva

Once Upon a Time - Page 2

Circle on the Beach

The two dozen of us sat down in a large circle on the beach.

"If you get any pictures or feelings - anything at all," Faith said before we started, "just tell us all afterward. So close your eyes and relax. Let what comes come. Now begin the meditation."

The dogs were the first to settle down. (I should have mentioned that we'd brought a half-dozen German shepherds with us.) And soon we all drifted off until, about 20 minutes later, we heard Faith calling us back in.

She went round the circle, asking us each whether we had anything to report. "Not really," was the main answer. She pushed us a little more.

"Well, I saw us all heading down that trail," said someone, rather half-heartedly, pointing to the sand track that went east out of the village. Not exactly a revelation, by the sound of it.

"I saw a circle of palm trees in a sort of golden haze," said someone else.

"I saw an old man with a stick and a dog."

"A big old ruin."

"Three buildings."

"I felt we should go that way, too," said someone else, pointing down the sand track.

"Me, too."

 "I felt we should go that way," said Tessa, pointing the other way, west. She always wanted to do the opposite of everyone else. So that kind of confirmed going east!

And since there was no other plan, we agreed to head off down the trail along the beach the following morning.

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