poliphilo

I woke in the night and my bedside clock was displaying the numbers 1.11. "Wow," I thought- "A symbol of the Trinity- three in one and one in three- also of the Egyptian Triad, Isis, Osiris, Horus. Surely I've been seeing those numbers everywhere recently. It must mean something...." On getting up I wasn't so sure about any of this- but as I took my shower (always a good time and place for inspirational thought) I reflected that my nighttime self- which is constantly popping off onto the astral- and beyond- may well be better attuned to ultimate reality than my daytime self which isn't.

Last night- as most nights- I slept fitfully. Once, earlier or later- there was thunder and lightning and a heavy downpour. Another time- earlier or later- I came out of a dream in which I had been revisiting my old school chapel. The chapel is a Victorian gothic building, narrow and spectacularly high, modelled, I'm told, on the cathedral at Amiens. In the dream it was smaller, more intimate, with painted walls and velvet hangings. I went into a side chapel expecting to see Graham Sutherland's huge tapestry of Christ in Glory (which in mundane reality hangs behind the high altar of Coventry cathedral) only to find it had been covered over.