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I dream all the time. I realise that dreams are important in that they are from another time and place. When confronted by sceptics and non-believers, which is often, I bring up the subject of dreams and ask the cynics to explain the dream phenomenon that we all experience. “Let science explain a dream”, I say. Usually I am met by a wall of silence. So enjoy your dreams for what they are – a window into another world.
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This morning, as I sat in my usual spot on the cliff edge watching the seabirds whirl and glide over the Atlantic swell, my mind turned to one of my favourite poets W.B.Yeats. In his later life he had a house in the village not far from here and he wandered these very cliffs himself many years ago, as I do today. He was a man occupied and intrigued by the spiritual and the occult, much of which manifested itself in his poetry. Where I sit on the cliff edge, the view is such that there is no sign of modern civilisation, all you can see are the cliffs, the waves, the sky and the horizon, this is truly a timeless place. As I sit here I truly feel that I have nothing, but at the same time I have everything in my dreams. And that is why I thought of the poet today, perhaps his spirit touched me this morning, certainly his words formed in my mind as I sat there alone.

“Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,  Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

As I walked back home, I felt I had been given a gift for today – and I wanted to share it with you..

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