Many times man lives and dies,
                           Between his two eternities;
                           That of race and that of soul,
                           And ancient Ireland knew it all.

Have you ever felt an inkling at the back of your mind…

some sort of memory of a broader way of being…?

Have you ever looked down a bustling street or a forest glade and could swear you see something more than the sum of all things there…?

Something in the shadows…?

Have you ever fancied you could really fly, even though everything around you tells you you can't?

Do you sometimes feel like there's a whole world waiting only a footstep out of your reach?

In other words…

If the memory of somewhere free is engrained in you;

if you have been touched by the Well Being…

if despite all arguments and rationalizations it is the spirit that guides you in life…

Then I welcome you,

Friend.