Today I had an appointment at a hospital with a female consultant. She was a remarkable woman. I have never met such a person who was so comfortable with herself, her sexuality, her job or talking to a stranger about intimate matters. She just laid back in her chair with her legs out like she was at home. She radiated contention and totally put me at ease, as I have never really felt comfortable talking to foreign people, or those of a different race because there just aren't any around where I live in Cumbria . Some may think that sad, but that's the way it is for me.
  The only reason this is post is on Golden is due to the fact she was African. Her graceful aura and appearance reminded me deeply of the African woman dressed in a purple robe whom I came across at Glastonbury. She was manifesting ( I presume through meditation ) the awful power I could feel in the Chalise Well Gardens. Both these women I admire as a man for reasons Ive never felt before or have not felt for a while anyway. They remind me that great women are out there, and my god the world is barely worthy of their presence.

It seems Africa has something positive to offer ? Something regal, something royal ?