On the evening of Friday, August 9, 2024 sitting with three guests I saw a flash of blue lightning.
My psyche moved to the ck of my being. I became an observer like someone sitting behind the driver of a car.
I had said to one of my guests that we must throw away pens, pencils and paper. We must weave our poetry out of the air.
He gave his reasons why he would not do that all of which implied a supreme ck of trust in the gift we, as ts, are given.
Out of me poured a rage that was like the biggest possible volcano.
Done with that person the rage turned on the fellow to my right.
Both were sent away.
The being within me said to the third, “You can stay.”
He bolted for the door.
As they stood outside asking what had just happened I asked the same inside.
Came the answer, “I am Cú Chulainn. Have you got a beer? I have not had one in too long a time.”
Things have become really interesting-Reg Hartt
The Legend of Cú Chulainn
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