I picked up an escargot shell
in
1985
and put it in my pocket. I knew it meant
something but I couldn't figure out
what. I felt like Richard Dryfuess
in Close Encounters. I knew I was
looking for something and that the shell
was the key to it. Finally I went
over to my friend Averil and told
her my dilemma. Averil had a great library
of esoteric books so she let me look
around to see if one would jump out at
me. I borrowed a couple but none
seemed to be what I was after. Then just
as I was leaving I happened to peer into
her bedroom and there on her bedside table
was a little red book called 'The Voice of
Silence'. I marched right in and
placed my escargot shell over the sketch
on the cover. It fit perfectly. She
said it was a special book that she always
kept in her room to read.
I
find that when I read passages from this
book out loud, it puts me into a deep
contemplative state. The 'Voice of
Silence' was translated by Madame
Blavatsky, from ancient tablets in a Buddhist
monastery in Tibet.
But
there's another part to this story. A
woman popped up on the internet one day
and we got talking about synchronicity and
the strange things that Spirit does to
lead us in new directions. I was
just beginning to tell her the story of
the Voice of Silence when she stopped me
and said: wait. Let me send you
something. She sent me the two
fractals above without knowing my vision
involved the escargot
shell.
