shall never forget that fateful morning. It was a typically bright
and clear June day, as I sat contently in the early sun devouring
the idyllic scene on Brixham rocks. The ocean seemed exceptionally
soothing to my mind on, perhaps, just perhaps, the universe for
just a few moments was at peace-and for a few blissful seconds there
was nothing but contentment in this world. Or maybe, far more likely,
I conceded it was just my own overwhelming sensation of well being
affecting my version of reality. It was after all the morning after
I had received the contract from my publishers, my first ever. As
I sat there enveloped in my perfect little existence, I was momentarily
distracted by an unexpected gust of wind. This seemed to reel me
hastily from my day-dreams straight back into the confines of reality.
As my concentration regained I noticed a slight figure of a man,
casually approaching from the hotel above. From the distance he
seemed as if he was an elder gentleman, his posture being crooked,
and his clothes reflecting a bygone era. Yet, as the mysterious
presence loomed closer still, I saw that I had been mistaken, as
I could plainly distinguish it was the face of a younger man, features
much more youthful than my forty years, approaching. I could not
help but feel sorry for his hunched shoulders and poor posture.
Possibly some sort of accident, or maybe a mutation from birth,
at this point I could only endeavor to guess, and I would not want
to bore my reader with such trivial supposition, at least at such
an early stage in the narration.
the figure was all but fifteen feet from me, he smiled, revealing
a remarkable manicured set of white teeth. He spoke in a deep, well
educated voice, again not as I had anticipated.
there!" He barked enthusiastically towards me.
nodded and countered the greeting appropriately. At this point I
was unsure and, I confess, rather weary of the stranger. It seemed
an odd set of circumstances, very odd indeed.
due course the figure was standing directly in front of me, extending
me to introduce myself" the stranger spoke confidently, and
soon was to be a stranger no more.
name is Mr. Peacock, a Mr. John Peacock
dutifully shook his hand, I am after all an Englishman, and anything
else would have gone against my breeding.
my name is Barnaby, good sir, Philip Barnaby."
there we have it, the unremarkable introduction of two men upon
that rocky beach at Brixham. Little was I to grasp that from such
an innocuous beginning, that such woe and misery would soon beset
me. How was I to realize that when this stranger had began walking
my way, I should have quickly exited that beach, making our introduction
one of life's near misses.
I did not, I sat there, and allowed the peculiar Mr. Peacock to
acquaint with me a most unusual and horrific story, and in doing
so transform my life for evermore.
Peacock began, as most good stories do, at the beginning. He spoke
of a time fifty plus years since and yet conversed as if he had
experienced the events personally; despite his young appearance.
Was he a charlatan? Or worse a madman? Yet, the soothing tone of
his voice and the resonance in his gray-blue eyes convinced me against
common sense, persuading me beyond my comprehension of reality that
he spoke nothing but truth.
Peacock told of a time in the early twentieth century, an exciting
period for the human race; the age of enlightenment and discovery.
As a young scholar he had been caught up in the mysteries of the
world, and as a result had become an academic of some note. He elaborated
with the finest details of how he had embarked upon a journey of
great discovery, attempting to find the illusive key of eternal
life. He had traveled throughout Europe, and beyond into Asia and
Africa. He told of conversing with witch doctors, shamans, mystiques,
philosophers, and apothecaries. It was, I learnt, a six year trek
of discovery in an attempt to amass the vast source of knowledge
from each of the wisest men to uncover the one everlasting truth
to the secret of eternal life. Mr. Peacock informed me that it was
on a humdrum rainy October evening, whilst contemplating his dreadful
lack of success over a liter of second-rate red wine in Venice.
He felt a pair of eyes scrutinizing him, as if attempting to unearth
his deepest thoughts merely through the power of stare. Mr. Peacock
informed me that he finally succumbed and stared back. His eyes
were greeted by the image of a tall man, a very tall man, at least
seven feet tall. The peculiar figure had broad strong shoulders,
and was dressed in the finest clothes that Europe had to offer;
a long finely woven black cloak adorned his back, covering white
ruffled shirts, his trousers were cut from the finest of English
tweed and his boots surely from the best cobbler in Italy.
Peacock explained that he had been terrified, yet intrigued all
in the same instant. He apprehended immediately that this was no
ordinary man; indeed he believed the imposing figure to be nothing
more than the greatest of men.
figure beckoned to Mr. Peacock, who unresistingly walked over to
his table. The stranger apparently replenished my story tellers
wine glass, and prompted for him to take a seat.
Peacock made clear how he had stared at the bearded man, sitting
directly in front of him, and how without any introduction he began
to speak. "I know of your great quest and I have knowledge
concerning the answers for which you are searching, and indeed answers
to questions beyond your comprehension. The great trouble with the
human race is that its constituents do not rightly appreciate the
wonderful imagination with which they are granted at birth. It is
imagination, recognized as a liberating power, that produces the
gems of poetry and art which we so much admire, and it is the mind
properly guided by this power which will elevate us all. I do not
believe in miracles, but I hold that the imagination has a wonderful
and creative power. I hold further that if we let it soar in the
world of spiritual and creative thought - and are not afraid to
let it soar - it can create what truly seem to be miraculous things.
Yet the imagination, like all things, is dual. Along lower lines
it is as disintegrative in its power as it is creative and constructive
on higher lines.
are looking for the divine secret of eternal life, you hold that
answer deep within the connected intellect of all living of all
the creatures that have ever existed. Visualize! Visualize! You
touch a mystic law when you create in imagination the picture of
mighty things, for you open a door to new powers within yourself.
Something in the way of potent energies is awakened and called into
life and strength both without you and within. If you aspire, visualize
your aspirations. Make a mind-picture of your quest, a picture of
the eternal life as you know it to be, and carry that picture with
you day by day. Cherish it as a companion. Carry it with you for
breakfast, dinner and supper, and before you know it a new life
has been born. Before you know it the ideal has become the real
and you have taken your place as a creator, truly, in the great,
divine scheme of life."
Peacock told me that he just sat there silently for a brief moment.
Almost overwhelmed at what he had just heard from the strangers
lips. How could he be familiar with so much about him, his imaginings,
his pursuit, his journey?
expressed to me he felt that the stranger seemed to perceive his
new acquaintance's trepidation.
listened on as Mr. Peacock continued to share his story; he retold
it with vivid clarity.
me to introduce myself' he offered, presenting a large burly hand,
with rings festooned with vivid ruby gem stones on every finger.
name is Ozona-The great one". His timbre was strong and confident,
yet, somehow also gentle and heartening."
Peacock informed me he responded almost flippantly to the firm hand
shake. "And I am Mr. Peacock-the inquisitive, yet, I feel confident
that you are fully aware of this".
outsized iridescent eyes revealed that he did indeed know this,
and indeed a great extent more!
Peacock continued his account
am in search for someone to share my great obligation of knowledge'
Ozona continued. 'And when I say that vast knowledge is a burden,
I do not embellish. It is a responsibility beyond the capacity of
just one man. Even a man as great as my imposing self
to discover just the precise individual to share this burden with.
An inquisitive man, a man with high and noble ambitions, a man who
has the capability and deep grounded acumen to grasp the vast endowment
that I can proffer; a man such as yourself
Peacock narrated how he had gaped at Ozona, carefully dissecting
the giant man's features for further indications of his true intentions.
Was he to be believed? After a few moments he seemed to assure himself
that the face he was staring at was undeniably indisputable.
do we begin?" he explained how he has questioned Ozona, his
speech pattern accelerated as the exhilaration began to form in
the pit of his stomach.
have explored this magnificent world all over, in an attempt to
find the precise point to call home; a place where the earth's energy
is in concord, a place that can be a sanctuary. I did indeed find
such an ancient mystical location, in England, your very homeland.
In a place called Berry Head
Head?" Mr. Peacock told how he had echoed this in amazement.
face had, according to my story teller, cracked into a large grin,
revealing oversized pearls of flawless teeth.
Allow me to explain. I discovered that the Earth's
ley lines all directed me to that magical ancient place
large man took a deep breath, and took a rather gentle sip from
his wine glass. The taste evidently pleasing him, as the sparkle
in his eyes seemed even brighter still. He then continues in a hushed
voice, to prevent anyone from over hearing.."
lines, I discovered are alignments of ancient sites spanning across
the Earth. I pursued and studied them. They led me to ancient sites
and holy places ranging over every continent. A ley is simply an
aligned placing of marker sites. I learned ley lines are part of
the Earth's energy system rather than just mere meeting places of
old. Taking it a step further, I found that ley lines to be the
energy grid of the mother Earth. The Ancients, such as the Egyptians,
Mayans and druids knew that the areas where these lines crossed
over one another held the greatest concentrations of the Earth's
power. Out of these areas are where places such as Stonehenge and
the Pyramids of Ancient Egypt arose. These ley lines allowed the
ancients to communicate. I discovered that an ancient great temple
had been constructed at the strongest convergence of these lines;
a vast temple lost and forgotten for a thousand years since. That
place, as you have surely surmised, is known today as Berry Head.'"
Peacock sat there silently as he shared his marvel of a story. He
informed me that he had considered it fate that had created the
meeting between himself and Ozona, yet, now he feels it was something
much darker and deeper.
was considering a similar notion.
that is how Ozona and my self traveled here to Brixham, all those
distant years ago
he had studied Ozona all those years ago, I too studied Mr. Peacock.
was he telling me all this?' I silently pondered. Yet, soon it was
all going to be blatantly clear.
see" Mr. Peacock continued
"I did learn the secret
of eternal life
Ozona shared with me his great amassed secrets,
and still does
shook my head in amazement.
is still alive?" I questioned. "How can that be?"
shall soon become clear
" came the cryptic retort. "Assuming
that you too would like to know the secret?"
fear was being surmounted by my curiosity, my quest for knowledge.
Imagine what books I could write if I had the entire wisdom of all
Peacock stared at me intently and spoke in a hushed whisper. "Time
for your answer is quickly fleeting."
took a deep breath, and stammered my reply.
want to know everything!" I bellowed into the night.
Peacock seemed please.
be it!" He announced jubilantly, "then please accompany
minutes later we had climbed the rocks up to the hotel and kept
on walking. He walked surprisingly quickly and nimble, and it took
every effort to keep up with him.
kept on walking beyond the hotel, to an old fort overlooking the
rocks below. Then he began to climb down the rocks, and as I watched
he suddenly disappeared. I followed, not quite believing my own
eyes, and proceeded to also climb down the treacherous rock face,
and I discovered how Mr. Peacock had vanished in front of me, there
was a hidden cave.
looked about me in awe. How could such a place exist? If you have
ever read Ali baba and the forty thieves you can envision what this
cave looked like; full of fantastic gems and gold. Satin sheets
in vibrant colors adorned every corner and pillows lush and luxurious
were spread all over.
Peacock was sitting in the middle of the cave, on a red oversized
pillow, in front of him was a similar pillow and he prompted me
cave took thirty years to construct he explained. Yet, it is on
the most critical place on Earth; as this is the spot where the
Earths entire energy is most harmonious and strong. This is the
place Ozona had brought me all those years ago, he explained the
secret to having the knowledge you desire, and in doing so live
suddenly became scared. Mr. Peacocks face began to Morph in front
of my very eyes and within moments he became a large faced man
as quick as I could glimpse it, it was gone.
that is Ozona," Mr. Peacock explained
live forever on in me, just as the both of us shall live inside
that he grabbed both of my hands. The pain was excruciating, an
agonizing throbbing overcame my mind and I screamed. Yes, I remember
I screamed. Then I have no recognition of what occurred.
next thing I knew I found myself lying on the floor in the cave,
alone. Yet, I surely was not alone. As within in my mind hundreds
of thousands screamed. I heard animal cries too- birds squealed,
tigers shrieked. In the distance I could distinguish Mr. Peacock's
voice, louder than the rest
Certainly he wasn't laughing?
was ten years ago
I eventually discovered that I could restrain
the voices in my head, and concentrate
Ozona was there, as
was Mr. Peacock, as indeed was every living creature on Earth. I
can just about stand the pain now. Every time a creature dies I
feel it. Hundreds of creatures die every single second of every
single day. I feel all of their grief, and share in all of their
is only one escape from this great burden. To find a new carrier
I need to find just the right person, someone imprudent enough
to have a yearning to live forever, someone also foolish enough
to want to understand everything
Maybe that person will be