In transit to Abyssinia, the land of the ancients, the lone man stands by an airstrip in the Yemeni desert, danger and uncertainty his companions. It is the first decade of the third millennium. Looking out at the surrounding scene of imminent danger, he knows he is not seeking anything or anyone in particular. The fire burning within him is the timeless continuum of that burning through all the prophets.
The moment flashes his psychological death, that annihilation of self in Australia, since then the years of learning and teaching in Europe, UK, Middle East, the books he has written on his extensive travels drawn by the one message of truth. Here in Yemen, he stands alone in an unsettled land, many dangers lurking in the shadows, his certitude his only security. As man, he has endeavored to honor the sacred feminine, not an easy task in the flash materialism playing the base strings of humanity's creative force. He has seen man's greed in the guise of mostly every ideology, philosophy and theology in this existential world. Before annihilation, his struggling self many times faltered, yet something unknown kept urging him listen not to the ways of the world, listen only to the voice in the heart.
In the Arabian desert her star re-appears; yet another test, this time luring him through the uncertainty of Yemen. His heart speaks, 'Even though you slay me, still must I serve you, the one SHE, the one divine essence in every woman.'
Source: Alan Conlan