I'm at a gathering, and all of my friends are there. I'm sat at the front of everyone, as if on stage, and everyone is clapping and cheering me. They are telling me how wonderful i am, and its so moving that i cant help but cry! I here this amazing music that they start playing spontaneously for me. This feels amazing! everyone should know what it feels like to be treated like this once in a while. What have i done, thay would make them want to treat me like such a guest of honour? i simply cant see.... one sound attracts me more than any of the others - this string guitar sound. i follow the sound and it leads me to a female musician playing this instrument that looks like a cross between a lyre and a mandolin and a harp. It has these deep base strings like the harp does but its played in a different posture since its not as big as a harp. The deep base strings run right through me, reverberating my soul.....

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Now I'm with my friend Rosa. I am telling her about this course that I've seen advertised about this new healing method that can cure terrible illnesses that plague humanity. She looks at me with doubt, as expected she would at such a proposal.
" but you see.." I'm telling her, "it says on the poster that only those who have had the MMR vaccine can come along. So they can't all be airy fairy hippies talking homeopathic mumbo jumbo!"
"Yes," she says, "but you don't know about whats going on in hospitals these days. Have you heard about the increase in the amount of muscularopathists? theres thousands of these new wackos who are like the new homeopaths. They are trying to be all scientific, but its still a load of rubbish!"

What shes saying to me seems to be making sense, but since I'm not one to question things in her way, i can't immediately put the poster in the rubbish pile yet....

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I'm traveling through the Scottish highlands, with my parents and family. Rosa is also with us. She is talking about something, maybe still criticising mumbo jumbo "alternative" therapies.... I'm not sure.... my attention is too busy with the amazing views through the window. Huge rolling ancient hills, deep browns and purples, an ancient timeless air to the place....
"wow! look at that wall" i interrupt her in mid flow... She stops and looks.

The Wall is about 70 meters high and about 1 meter wide and about 200 yds long. What the hell is this wall doing out here? its made out of enormous concrete blocks, cemented together, like giant breeze blocks....

As we drive we see more of these walls. Why the hell are they still standing? some of them are so narrow at the base, its unreal the way they haven't fallen down... I see one wall that is balanced on one single concrete block - supporting hundreds of them above, as if it were being mysteriously held up by strings.

"its as if they are floating in mid air" i say in amazement. And then as if by magic, we see giant blocks floating in mid are with nothing holding them up. And not just blocks now, but old factory chimneys and bits of factories are appearing in med air, the sunset sky behind these giant floating architectural objects...

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I'm with dad. Hes taking me on a trip to this famous forest in England that is nearly all one tree, this very special tree that is from newzealand. When we get there i see the tree. it looks like a pine tree with its very straight trunk, but also like a monkey puzzle tree, but more compact like a cypress tree. Its very dark green on the branches and leaves, which are held very close to the branch, and the trunk is a very dark Brown, almost black colour.

I climb up the tree, and at the top (this is only a baby one, about 4 meters tall) i look down from above. The pattern is totally amazing. Dad has climbed up as well, and hes telling me about the forest.

"it was planted by this guy who came back from Newzealand and wanted to spread this tree because its so useful to wildlife. Its got these amazing fruits on it" . he proceeds to pick one off, snapping off this banana like shape but smaller and pealing it and eating a bit, before offering it to me. He continues "this forest is different from other monoculture forests - it doesn't lack diver city from there being only one tree. Most other monoculture forests are poor for wild life but not this one. The wood is really hard and fast growing and straight; perfect for building. And it improves the soil and has the feel of an ancient woodland, even though its only about 300 years old."

I have tasted the fruit, which is sweet and bananay tasting, and now I'm looking for one to pick my self. I find these little red berries on the tree that are about hte size of cherries, and have a spidery pattern on the skin. I taste one, and its is the most amazing citrusy explosion that ive ever tasted. It seems this tree has multiple types of fruit... Now im looking for more, to give to the biggins children who are now standing around the tree. i cant find any and am about to give up, when all of a sudden the tree grows a whole load more berries, this time a little smaller and pinker and yellower coloured. I pick them to give to Anna and Elizabeth who are keen to try them.
" taste these" i say, handing them to them....