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Nemeton - Selected extracts

Jovina (p39)

“The beautiful lotus blossom opened slowly, layer by layer revealing more of its essence. Forms emerged from the shelter of the petals and floated Heavenward, leaving their shadows swirling together around the blossom’s stem. I watched fascinated as beneath each layer of petals, lay another more complex level until the crystal-fruit of the flower shone from its depths. White angelic hands beckoned me closer – inward to my true Self.”

The Seer (p61)

“Taran sat on the bench at the back with his nine year old son, Bryn, munching some nuts beside him. The Seer looked directly at Taran. He frown as if straining to hear a tiny sound in the distance. ‘You will embark upon a long journey,’ he said. ‘You will be surrounded by a sea of doubt, but trust in the choices you have made, or the doubt will engulf you.’
Taran shuffled uncomfortably, looking at Brigid along the bench, whose face showed concern.
The Seer turned to Brigid. ‘Don’t fear. You will both have the added strength of a good friend.’
The hall was silent. A few feet scuffed the floor. The Seer stood looking at every face. Some people let out a slight breath as he passed. Other watched him eagerly…
As Shannon watched him in amazement, the Seer walked back to the front of the hall touched both temples. He turned and addressed them all with outstretched arms. ‘Your tribe has great strength. But there is a physical obstacle between you at the moment. This will be overcome.
‘The different parts will merge and there will be wholeness. East will meet West and you will find the path to the Halcyon Days.’ He broke off, eyes closed. ‘After the Sacred Kingfisher returns, you will witness a Transformation’.”

Stone Circle (p123)

“As they entered, it grew dark all around them; the dolly bushes and graceful native cherries gave way to tall stringy bark eucalypts towering above, blotting out the last rays of the sun. The horses’ ears were pinned back, sensing the strange energy, as they made their way slowly forward. Their sound was deadened by the grass of the path. The wheels of the wagon glided over the sandy ground. There was no sound from the forest. A wallaby bounded across the path, then stopped and studied them curiously. Krista felt her skin prickle; the energy was electric. Brigid shivered and put her woollen jacket over her shoulders. Bram looked back at the women, shrugging, questions in his eyes.
‘Will I keep going?’ he whispered. All three looked back at the forest, now enclosing the path they had travelled. There was no sign of their wheel tracks. No branch had been broken.
‘Oh, yes,’ said Krista softly, surrendering to the energy’s magnetic pull. ‘We must’.
The track ran parallel with the ridge of the thin peninsula. Bram looked around him, letting the reins slacken in his hands. They slowly relaxed. Krista noticed bright coloured lights shimmering briefly before darting away. She tugged at Brigid’s arm and pointed.
Ahead the forest opened up. Bram jumped down, staring at something beyond the edge of the forest. Krista and Brigid joined him at the tree line. Ahead, the ridge curled gently around and down to the bay – the last flick of the dragon’s tail resting in the water. Before them, at the highest spot of the long tapering point, was an ancient circle of standing stones.”

Nagini (p140)

“Dana knelt down and picked some leaves, placing them in her basket.
There is always great risk. Too little and it won’t work; too much brings it own danger. Nagini watched dispassionately as Dana plucked some berries and placed them beside the leaves.
Fresh tears began to gather behind Dana’s eyelids. The gravity of her situation and what she may do to her potential child weighed heavily upon her shoulders. I don’t want to… but I must.
You may yet decide to birth you baby. Either way, you will need courage.
Nagini had disappeared when Dana looked up, leaving her along in the gathering gloom.”

The Mineral Kingdom (p221)

“Beside me was a large red ruby, in the shape of a human heart. I sat up and looked around. I wasn’t in the shelter at the Nemeton but sitting in a warm cave beside a dying fire. It was dim at the back of the cave where some bedding furs were arranged. A tall ma lifted himself from the furs and came to stoke the fire. He hardly glanced my way and I prompted him with a slight cough. Only then did he turn and acknowledge my presence.
‘I wasn’t expecting you so soon,’ he apologised.”

Ownership (p250)

“Brent walked over calmly and held out his hand for the map and title deed. Marak handed them over to him, allowing the inspection. Brent held up the piece of paper as if to study it, then, before Marak could stop him, crumpled the deed and threw it in the fire. It flamed quickly, only to become black ash.
Marak glared at Brent.
‘No one owns anything now, Marak. Not even those of us who actually bought the land with money. No one, I repeat, no one owns the forest. That was the most positive aspect, and the major effect, of the Collapse. Have you realised that? Don’t you remember what happened because of this type of thinking? The forests were decimated. We could have been choked to death as the Earth’s lungs were cut away, because people believed they had a ‘right’ to it.’ ”

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