The magical mystery tour begins
The remaining four had all left time free for whatever was needed for the highest,
greatest good of all. Both Padraig and I had felt that there was something to be done in Cornwall.
Ciel had received similar guidance and Andrew had received a message to “follow Ciel”.
So, he says “Like a happy puppy, I tagged along”.
So, there we were, late in the morning, sitting in Padraig’s green car in the parking space in front of
Tor Down Guesthouse, knowing we were to go to Cornwall, but not why or exactly where.
We sat quietly for a while and then consciously set the intention to go where we were needed.
We asked our guides and guardian angels to guide us – and set off.
Ciel had heard ‘Bones in the fields’ which left none of us any the wiser. After we had
been going for some time, Andrew asked if anybody had been ‘getting anything’,
meaning “Did anyone have a clearer idea of where we were going?”
As always on such occasions, it is so easy to disregard the quiet voice within
and even easier to mistrust or misinterpret what you hear.
One of the ways to be certain that the ideas and words that you are hearing are not simply wishful thinking
is when the thoughts are unfamiliar or at least unconnected with anything you could have devised yourself.
Such was the case then. I was hearing ‘Go to Truro’. Clear enough, you might think,
but as far as I knew, Truro was in Canada! Going to Canada was out of the question,
so somewhat bemused, I asked “Erm…. Truro is in Canada, isn’t it?”
Padraig who had travelled far more extensively around Britain than I had,
replied that there was also a Truro in Cornwall. “
Well,” I said “I heard go to Truro”.
So that’s what we did.
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