Micheldever Woods in the Spring.

Ancient footsteps fall flat upon the modern world, the shoes no longer fit.

Ancient pathways lay untrodden whilst modern man whistles by on wheels, the paths forgotten.

The waters glisten, yet are quiet, the sounds of oars upon wood a forgotten memory. The creak and groan of planks as they move through the water, no longer heard. All is fibreglass and steel…man’s creations.

Abandoned Fishing Boat in Wexford.

The sounds of the woods, an axe’s fall, an arrows whistle, gone now. Only the sound of gunshots crack and roar through the trees.

Time passes by but slowly now, Giant Elk bellows…a distant memory.

Micheldever Woods in Spring.

It seems so long ago and yet it was only yesterday. A yesterday which is still with us…in our minds. For all of human history lies here, hidden in the depths of the mind where no time exists.

All human knowledge resides here. Nothing is truly forgotten, it only appears so.

But how do we access this knowledge, this not-so-forgotten history?

Let us see…you could contact the ancestors, the Ancient Ones, those who still inhabit the dimensions of human memory.

Or…you could travel the ancient pathways and wear the old shoes and thereby allow your mind to bring to the fore long forgotten memories and skills. You see how easy it is?

The tea House of Brandon Dale. My Magical Place when I was a child.

Try it now and discover for yourself how humanity has moved through the ages and how he has forgotten himself in the process. When you have ‘remembered’, bring it back to life and then you will see how to move into the future.