A Gate Opens - I Hear a Voice.

The Pumphouse and the Devil

Once, when I was about 6 or 8, Tavie  - my great aunt Octavia King - understandably tried to scare me away from a dangerous place at my grandfather's farm - the pumphouse. So she told me that the devil lived in the pumphouse. She believed all that Hellfire and Brimstone stuff taught to us children in the Deep South.

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But this warning may have had the opposite effect from what she intended - It created in me an urge to get a look for myself.  I came back later, looked in the  pumphouse, and found no devil.
Then I understood: The devil was bogus - and probably the rest of religion too !

So I began to wonder: How many other bogus things had I been taught? Or, on the other hand, maybe not all of religion was bogus. Religion taught conflicting things: "Love thy neighbor” but also "Kill everything that breathes.” But it also taught of hearing the "still small voice". So I started by listening. 

As the devil faded away, I envisioned things beyond the pumphouse, 
                           a voice called, a gate opened and I stepped through:

Another great Brendan Graham song - The Voice - here performed by Lisa Kelly of Celtic Woman.

The Voyage Begins:

As a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, so now I was on my way on a voyage of discovery - unintended, certainly unexpected, but nevertheless a voyage like those of Columbus and Magellan, or Darwin sailing on HMS Beagle.

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