Voyages of Plato
From the time we were children we carried with us a sacred knowing. A feeling, subtle for some, and resonant for others, that there is more to this world than meets the eye. As we grow older, our jobs, our obligations, our little hurts and hungers pull many of us out of the mystical and into the mundane. Out of curiosity and into complacency. Out of spontaneity and into schedules. I have met many people who have shared with me a feeling, that something is missing, that there must be something more.
There is.
There are places where the dust whispers stories from the worlds where giants once walked. There is a place where the songs pulled great stones from the earth and erected pillars of a promise that still stands to this day: there is so much more. There is a place where the coastlines blush at the sight of the sun and where the very mountains speak the secrets of the ancients. There is a place where the angles are painted across the halls of those who have kept prayers since the dawn of time. A place where titans clashed and monsters roared, where men were great warriors and the women were oracles.
The age of heroes isn’t over, it has simply been sleeping. This is your invitation to enter the waking dream. Egypt. Turkey. Greece. 4 times a year I bring groups of brothers and sisters together from all over the world to discover the mysteries of antiquity. There is a magic that longs to be married to modernity. And I welcome you to join me alongside those brave enough to seek it.
