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Section Index

Preface Prognosis Consummatum Est Fields of Consciousness Entelos Epinike A Word in Passing The Spark of Nous Walk a while with me The Road to Wisdom The Barren Tree The Cosmic Sigh The Motherload The Journey Home The Arkons of Transition The Love of Hell Annihilation Circuminsession The Void Resurrection The Watcher at the gates of Dawn Beyond the White Duality The Cosmic View Gnosis Revelation The Dark Side The Eternal Bleep Quo Vadis The Pain Ode to Metamorphosis The Odyssey Walking on the Waves Cosmic Blackmail Elitism The Virus Physics and Psy The Fire of Life The Irony Full Circle Paradise on Earth The Reciprocal Convergence The Tiger Moth Drink Deep Dichotomy The Wind does not Blow Serendipity False Idols The Grail Re-Legio The Passion Science Thus Quenched Emanation The Path Teachers Philosophers The Water and the Jug The Judgement of Memory Divine Freedom The Cog's of Form The Accusation Frustration Dream On Happiness Reason and Emotion Affectation Meaning Contemplation The Cosmic Dance Judgement Gnosis of Direction For Nothing The Eternal Mystery The Humour of Dialogue The Cosmos of Creation The Secret of Life Good and Evil Fulfilment The Inheritance The Child and the Man Truth Unconditional Love A Birthday Thought Incarnate Evolution Always Now Affirmation In Conclusion The Deepest Wealth The Knowledge A Breath of Vision The Last virtue In Waiting In Passing Silent Night Ab Aeterno Ad Hoc The Hero For What Reason The Last Amen In Leaving Time and Again The World is full of Beauty

SERENDIPITY


Dedicated to William A. Taylor-Fraser



When the insubstantial pageant fades
and leaves not a rack behind
of things that come and go in time,
other than my mind;
then maybe it can come to pass
that I'll return to see
such quintessential essence in form
as the river Badgworthy.

And like the slopes that rise and fall
along the Quantock ridge;
the mists that ring the Exmoor combes
and the Barle at Landacre bridge.
The misty paths that garland the feet
of Dunkery at dawn,
the solitude of Anstey plain,
like Paradise redrawn.

Where best to be, I think at times,
in Paradise or here,
among the finished products fields
where purpose is made clear ?
Such choice is one so hard to make;
and glad that it's not mine;
but would be nice, me thinks, again
to come here one more time.

Be then in no hurry
to return from whence you came!
so much there is to do on Earth
which sets the heart aflame.
The mystic path of life entails
such wonders thus to see;
and all the things that come our way!
such... Serendipity !!!


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