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opportunity to come across and perhaps couldn’t have happened at a better time. My first concern was being able to apply concentration again given that my mind was still fragile and buzzing with activity fresh from the recent developments. I wondered how my mind would cope focusing on something else like a new language but it would be interesting to try. They say that going away doesn’t necessarily solve problems as you only take them with you but in all honesty I left on the note that they were no longer there. My demons had literally left me and in any case I seemed to have exorcised their significance by writing. The only mark they had left on my abandoned mind was a slow acting recall of memory but I found that more exciting than intruding. It had only been about the first week into my holiday that a new memory emerged. As always I point to the great significance in “‘drifting-off to sleep” because I believe this hypnotic stage is uncannily receptive to all wavelengths inside and out. One evening after retiring to my room between 10:30 to 11 p.m., I lay in bed awake generally wondering about things as I normally do. That particular night I remember desiring answers to things imagining them to materialise in a way that could only be wishful thinking. “Wouldn’t it be nice if someone could pop answers into my mind as I slept” was the gist of my thought but if that had been interpreted as an actual request then I wouldn’t have been surprised by what I came across the very next day. That following afternoon, without warning it felt like cold water had suddenly been thrown right in my face. How did I ever manage to forget that mystical garden with all the lakes and strange seals everywhere? That seemed like years ago, so long I had actually forgotten. That was where I saw so much magic performed. It was a distant memory of either a huge garden somewhere or a national park or woodland. The sunshine seemed to have been at its peak but I don’t even remember feeling hot. There were hundreds of people around but I don’t remember much about them other than they wore robes similar to the ones Asians wear and they bathed in the nearby lakes. What fascinated me about this scene were those animals everywhere that resembled sea-lions even though I knew they weren’t. These creatures seemed tranquil with a placid intelligence with which I actually believe I communicated. It is because words were not spoken yet everything was immediately understood that I have to refer to telepathy once again. There was peacefulness about this communication and I seem to remember conversing with a number of these creatures, about what I’1] never know. I recall seeing them scattered everywhere, some in the lakes and others resting by the banks just like seals 124