twenty-three hours of floating through the clouds and atmicshere of graceland along a migratory pathway pulling us through the proverbial tunnel, the bumpy wormhole into a magical realm of  green and yellow, love and joy the coins of this realm, the currency of this buoyant sea…

findhorn community, a place i have known of for almost half a century, is now a living reality as Magical Mac, the brawny Scotsman with a hypnotizing brogue conducts us to the field of dreams and the magical cottage which is our home for the next few hours, portal of entry into sacred space where all who are led find the horn of plenty, prosperity flows as love’s frequency grows…

yes, we are home, we have arrived… graceland opens to wondoorland as we see through the eyes of love, as we be the cosmic hum of harmony… namaste…