I stood under the tree in the darkness in the garden when the man appeared before me and he said “Forgiveness is all”. I asked “who are you?” He held out his hands and within seconds I found myself upon a hill staring up at a cross and I heard the man cry “Father, forgive their sins”. I found myself next to Israeli soldiers – I could feel their fear, I became their hate and fear, finger poised upon a trigger – aimed – the child huddled beside his Father became a body riddled with bullets. Within a bus, a martyr walking, praying, I became the fear and hate the bomb exploding – the dead and dying. I sat upon a rock – beside which hundreds, thousands, millions surged and swelled, praying, chanting – the rock split in a flash of brilliant white light and the millions became white bones upon the sands. I stood beside an ancient wall with those praying – the wall tumbled in a flash of brilliant light – nothing left but white bones and silence. I found myself beside an ancient tree – whereupon stood the man – I felt his pain and he looked at me and said “wherein lies life?” and I said “there is no life” and he replied “there is no forgiveness” and he faded from me. I found myself under the tree in the darkness of the garden.