This collection provides a glimpse of the beauty, of the serene landscape of Lemuria.
Water Fantasy by Linda Plaisted
Fragrance of Lemurian Rain
The fragrance of rain
The Fragrance of rain
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The Lemurian Collection of Vi Jones
All day long the door to the sub-conscious
remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side and return again,
as easily and secretly as a cat....
Wonderings of the Mind
I had read recently about Avalon, the Island in The Mists. I had thought a lot about circles of stones; the henges that dot the landscape of my native land and which, in keeping with my mood seemed to be voices reaching into the present from the past. Can we, in this enlightened, scientific age afford to ignore voices that come to us in such moments? Can I, as a solitary human, afford to ignore them? There is no map to direct me safely into the past and back again – or would I, having experienced it, want to remain in the there forever?
The fog became thicker, so dense in fact, that it muffled the sound of the nearby surf and the shore birds raucously announcing their presence. I had lost all sense of direction and wasn’t even aware of the proximity of the surf until I felt it lapping greedily at my feet, causing me to retreat as if burned by a flaming torch.
When I moved far enough up the beach for safety, I rested upon the sand. It was as cool as the fog that blocked the warming rays of the sun. Yet far to my right, a tree was illuminated as if by a spotlight aimed at the headland upon which it grew, declaring its presence despite the white swirling fluff that turned warming sun back on itself.
I thought I saw on that distant headland, a child, free of concern and running gleefully about. Was it an illusion? Was I that child, or was the fog playing tricks with my imagination. Then, I heard, in that distance, a child’s cry – a lonely forlorn pleading for a childhood lost, one that that ended in this old woman’s bed.
She has always been with me,
She’s known me since conception.
Now that I finally meet her