The Sacred Symbol.........

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The above is what I refer to as the Jew Box which was given to me by old friend Chris a long while ago. The famous Star of David  has great esoteric significance. It can symbolize the Perfected Man, or indeed Woman through the many rounds of reincarnation...

Incidently, the Box is the only "antique" proper I have in the flat. I believe in living very simply as we tend to clutter our life, and our homes with far too much stuff which usually has little practical value..But I have though  hoarded loads of books which I will probably be rid off fairly soon...! These notably are non-fiction works on parapsychology, mysticism, history, philosophy, psychology, science, mathematics, and the like.




                                                Inside the Box..................







                                 A small section of my books piled up against the wall of one's flat




                         

                                Two old vinyl records on Medieval Music............




                                  A look out of the flat window where St Peter's Church
                                  and the Memorial Cross dedicated to the Fallen of World War
                                  One can be seen in the distance (top left)




                                    
                               





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