A Threefold Dream
First I saw a large, high virginal rock formation rising from the sea. It looked like a peninsula, cape or headland at Cornwall. Left lay the nightly sea, right lay the mainland. Then I saw how the rock or sedimentary layers folded like dough. Movements which otherwise take thousands or millions of years ran off in a few instants. Between the layers of rock, I saw crystal clear water.
Then I stood in the dunes on the sandy heather north-east of Gwithian Towans, where I held alone a shamanic ritual with an eagle - feather. Towards the river Hayle I discerned in the grass in front of me a huge navel. It surprised me. I went and looked at the navel in the earth. Then I felt that the ground under my feet rhythmically slowly raised and lowered again. It was as if the earth was breathing under me and as if I stood on the belly of Mother Earth.
Finally I saw in an angled, steep grass-slope before me an entrance to a fogou or a dolmen, a prehistoric grave. The entrance was made of megaliths. The grey posts, to the left and right of the opening, and the lintel, which lay across the top of the two posts, consisted each only of one huge, rough stone. The passage had no threshold. The grass to the left and the right and above the entrance was juicy green and above the slope shone a bright, blue sky. The opening of the entrance was entirely black, until suddenly out of the black entrance a thin wisp of white smoke or vapour wriggled from under the lintel up to the sky. In the next moment the burial chamber was full of strong white light that beamed even through the cracks around the stones.
So far the threefold dream.