I may not have worn a habit, but to all intents and purposes I was living life as a bachelor monk. My marriage had ended and I'd rented a small flat on a farm in the rolling Hampshire countryside. I was exploring energy principally through meditation and my connection to Mother Nature. Countless hours were spent in the fields connecting with trees, birds, cloud formations and the miraculous weave that exists through the pure and simple beauty of life.
Each vision synchronistically so presented, stirred deep feelings of joy within. I was dissolving steadily but surely into eternal self love. It was as if everything I observed, heard, touched or tasted on the outside had a deeper meaning, the hidden code of which was now revealing itself to me. This was a heavenly language spoken in many tongues - it was the unmistakable language of divine synchronicity.