"The door swings open wide with dazzling, burning white
as an inner sunlight bursts through
A human consciousness unable to comprehend the sight
Perceiving the wraiths there in terms of the material world
and those wondrous beings gratefully accept the form his thoughts give to them
Before him a host of faerie beings stand
Their tiny gossamer wings reflecting the light; rainbow patterns flick and glitter
the brightest sun’s light hurting his eyes
A sphere of intense magnitude hangs before them in the very nothing of space
An orb from a source which is not of the material plane ..."
Extract taken from 'The Legends Come Through The Open Door Again' written by Matthew James 11December 2002