Blue Glass ... Steel Goblet
We Were Not Alone
A few nights ago, sharing my space with two others, we all jumped out of bed at the sound of a bell.
I had inadvertently knocked my blue glass against my steel goblet.
Sometime that night my friend Chris died.
I have not spoken of this before.
The experience reminded me of incidents reported by CG Jung, especially the clammering of a bell one night (or was it day?)
The deceased friend I refer to shall not remain nameless.
However, I shall not name him yet.
He was gallant. He threw a bully thru' a fence. And then did he his quiteus make.