The Alchemist’s Daughter

Annie Spratt

“Once there was a time I believed there was a big man in a white robe who lived in the big blue sky.  His city streets were paved in gold.  Surrounded by walls made of every precious stone known to man.  Everyone had their own home.  The size determined by the measure of good deeds done on Earth.  Then, one day I realized, it don’t matter what happens in the next life.  Fact is, we’re here now.  Now we can choose to dwell on the despair and sufferin’ that’s all ‘round us.  And in doing so, become a part of it.  Or not.  I choose NOT.”

Dharma Archambault

Earth 1978