From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, read by Clementine. She also refers to this work: www.awakeningthetrueself.com.

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The chorus hits and I’m lying on the carpeted floor of a beat-up van hurtling to a barter festival in 1987. It’s pitch dark, and I know people around me are talking and laughing but all I can hear is Zeppelin, so loud I’m on my own rolling planet of sound. If this is the way I go, I think, well so be it. Transport me. A rumbling chaotic cocoon of music flying into the night, Immigrant Song carrying me into space, and I am overcome with love.

I will love this music like I love a person, forever. That girl in the van has dreams that never anticipate this stage tonight. It would have made her happy if she knew this was coming.