“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.’
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.
“Dana knelt down and picked some leaves, placing
them in her basket.
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.
“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.
Copyright © Pam Giblin (Selenna) - Hobart, Tasmania 1992, 2011