It is a lovely sunshine day but often we live among the shadows. Life is a heady mixture of supreme joy and abject despair. We ride on the rainbow of life often at its zenith then plummet to the bottom only to find no pot of gold. Frequently we dwell in the shadows.

Feeling good one day only to be sick the next. Wondering what its grip is on you, fearing the mysterious Covid 19. Illness stops the Game Clock. When we are at the height of our revelry and all is right with the world we hit a brick wall.

‘Well I don’t quite know where we are the light is dimming and shadows are on the trees,’ Chet said. ‘Did you hear the whispering voices,’ Chet asked? ‘One said rest here while another said hurry forward,’ Chet explained. ‘I told the shadows that we were lost in the Dark Wood and needed a guide to assist us,’ he said.

‘I have been having the strangest dreams that seem like reality,’ Billy B said. ‘I am in conference with people discussing a coming calamity that I know nothing of,’ Billy B continued. ‘They speak of worlds to come and my place in the plan yet it sounds like gibberish,’ he continued.

‘I had the distinct feeling that someone was following me only to look behind me and see a shadow much larger than me with a trenchcoat and fedora hat on its head,’ Jane said with a quiver. ‘The Shadow said that things will get brighter around the corner,’ Jane smiled. ‘Dad has been sick and we are all so worried but the Shadow told me he was going to get better,’ Jane noted with a tear in her eye.

‘The Shadow told me to not forget when we leave their land and to show mercy to others who are still there,’ Chet said. ‘All must experience their land and from the lesson, they will learn the Secret,’ Chet said with satisfaction…