‘Tis true the Seer was blind it seems,
Un-masked by love, his lust-filled schemes
engaged the maiden’s wary eye
Thus, turned her kiss duplicitous
She laid the prophet in his grave
And draped a silence o’er the knave
Now in her spiraled wood he lies
Shaman, Seer who never dies
Beneath the altar of her earth
His sacred wisdom awaits rebirth
Awaits the bride within the Well
For she alone can break the spell

A son born dead, followed a year later by the death of his wife during the birth of their daughter, Eleni, opens a door on the past for Samuel Alexander. Seeking solace, he travels to Cornwall to research his family lineage. But what he discovers instead, is a spiritual connection to a prophecy portending the birth of an enlightened woman in the 21st century. The prophecy is connected to the Ogham Tree Alphabet, and a ring that Samuel discovers in Bride’s Well, Glastonbury. After eighteen years struggling with mythic analysis, the symbols in his research journal begin surfacing in the drawings of his eight-year-old granddaughter, Sophie. But before he has a chance to tell his daughter, Eleni, of his belief in Sophie’s destiny, Samuel dies of a massive heart attack. Eleni is ignorant of her father’s research. And young Sophie doesn’t know anything about the language of trees, nor that her 2000 year-old Celtic bloodline is about to become a doorway to enlightenment.