The portal is barred
Unknown adventures await
Beyond the threshold
The 13th century door of St Michael and All Angels Church, Horsenden, England. We had tried to get into the church before but had always found it locked. What we didn’t know on this occasion was that there was another door in use, so hearing voices, we had tried the handle of the main doorway in the porch. It is not used for visitors, being so old… but it was opened for us to enter, which seemed symbolic of everything we were doing on our adventures at that time. A rare privilege.
“…This is not how we started out by any means but we now assess the outside of each church like medics examining a patient. Even so… even though we already know, or at least strongly suspect, that there will be energy disruption inside… the door is still a threshold, fraught with tension…
A threshold which may, or may not, yield…unimagined spiritual treasures or the forbidden potentialities of dream.”
“As we approach the South door, I can hardly contain my excitement and take the lead. I can hear voices within… there is some sort of tour going on in there.
“…and to your right we have the South door which is the oldest working church door in Buckinghamshire…” I twist the door handle and lean into the door fully expecting it to open onto the interior of the church which it does not. “…since 1211…hold on a moment there… the door is barred. I’ll just open it for you.”
There is a heavy thud from the inside of the church and then a scraping sound and slowly the door creaks open to reveal the aged but very friendly face of the tour guide…
“…the door was barred, I’ve just unbarred the door for you,” he smiles and then nods somewhat knowingly and resumes the narrative of his tour, “Further to your left…”
I cast a cursory glance at his charges, three elderly looking tourists, two male and one female who are doing their best to affect an air of nonchalant acceptance of our unscripted entry. I glance too at Wen who has skipped into the church and whose mirth appears palpable.
Suppressing my own mirth and sense of triumphalism at gaining entry to the church I head for a most impressive stained glass window depicting our old friend George with his Dragon and Damsel and… I am instantly transported…”
Extracts from The Initiate, Sue Vincent & Stuart France