I have always been captivated by good story tellers and none more so than by the troubadour who visited Bodmin Moor one September night in the early 1990's.
'So,' he said in a voice no more than a whisper, 'you came.'
There was something in the way he said these words and pointed his black gloved hand at what seemed like each and everyone of us that made me shiver as I looked into his partially masked face.
'I knew you would,' he said, 'for although you may not know it, I called to each and everyone of you in your dreams. Tonight, my friends I will tell you the tale of Cob, guardian of the eastern well - the dream maker, but take heed my friends, take heed and remember - whatever you put out into the world will come back, albeit in strange ways.'
From 'Mrs Darley's Pagan Healing Wisdom'
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
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