One man’s Purgatory, another man’s reality
Another consequence of those celebrations involved several shots of Black Bush and numerous ballads and stories. In the deep serene sleep which followed in the small hours of the morning dammit if the fey and psychic side of me, inherited from my mother Mary, did not manifest itself very strongly in a way which involved an exploratory trip to Purgatory. The pure truth again as you can only read here.
The great news is that despite the teachings of the Catholic Church of my childhood, and yours too, there are no horrific fires burning in Purgatory at al at all.
