As I’ve got older, I’ve got more relaxed with the voices in my head. At the same time they have become kinder, they look after me, give me advice. I can ask them things and they help me. I think of them as the old gods, or ancestors.
I feel more grounded and as this has happened I started to see them in the world around me, in nature, trees, rivers, mud. Everything is alive some how and i am part of it.
Worlds within worlds.
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.” William Blake
Yet it is not always like this, sometimes the evil returns.
