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seasons it seemed that it was early summer and it seemed to stay that way. I may have been in the valley like this for months perhaps even years for I was beginning to become aware that I was no longer aware of time. Yes I could experience the start and end of a day and yet it caused me no sensation of time passing. Rather it was as though I was in the now, that place you can never quite be in because as soon as you think of it it is passed and gone and we can no more be in the now that we can be in the future. At least to be fair that is the way our brains process the information but our brains trick us daily and see the world as our brains decode it rather than as it actually is and the world we live in is not that of other animals for whom reality is something quite different. Imagine if we had the eyes of a cat and nose of a dog what a different world we would experience. That is the  closest I think I can get to describing what happened during that period in the valley which I hoped would never end and where I would have rested and played for all time had I been allowed to stay there.
    There came a day when I awoke and the valley was different. Quite different in fact. There was a whisper in the wind that began to blow and it called my name.
     
     

The Lake of Fire
    The changes in the valley were at first difficult to grasp. It was obviously different but I wasn't quite sure why and there was a presence. A shadowy silvery presence beside me. I allowed myself to float face down my head turning in to the wind. I rose to perhaps two metres off the ground and looked downwards at the grass which was changing slowly but surely.
    I would glance to my left to try and see my companion but failed to detect more than sense of being flowing out into the wind, I received impressions of this figure rather than saw its presence and I could tell nothing of its nature or sex. I sensed rather than saw long flowing robes and golden hair flowing in a faster wind than I experienced, a creature being drawn out in to the distance by the wind.
    This all sounds unlikely all I can do is faithfully relate that which I experienced, how or why I made this experience fit this description may owe more to my brain's need to put into concrete form that which it was experiencing by calling on past images and forms to make sense of the reality that was now shifting as though ruptured.
    I cannot vouch for what actually happened as now on reflection I realise my brain  could play many tricks on me in this fluid environment. I recalled many times late at night when I had heard footsteps in the house which of course did not happen but my brain interpreted the sounds of a cooling house with its creaks and groans as footsteps. How often we are fooled by our brains.
    It is therefore with some diffidence that I try to describe the events that appeared to take place in the hours or days that lay ahead. That the experience was real I have no doubt it is just that I am trying to describe experiences to which there is no easy relationship to vocabulary or the earth bound reality we experience. So I have to resort to simply trying to describe what I think I saw happening without being able to do it adequate justice. I know as I write this down that it would be easy to fall in to the trap trying to explain it as I go along to add a commentary to the events, to try and explain after a period of reflection, what happened to me, however I fear that my illness progresses rather faster than I had hoped and that I might not even be able to finish this tale before I am overtaken by death or weakness. Rest assured though that what I describe to you is as real as these notebooks you are reading. This was not some morphine fuelled tripping into an imaginary world. If time is allowed to me to finish this tale then of course I will try and add what commentary I can to give you the key to fully understand what has been granted to me in this experience. Only time flows so rapidly