The key to the gates of the land of Beulah can be found in the light of a pleasant summer’s evening illuminating that part of a moderately well to do suburb of Sheffield that gives way to open countryside.
The key is not a physical object that is discovered by the sun’s rays settling upon it, as if it were made of metal. The key resides in the light itself.
I realise this might sound quite vague but anyone who has experienced the sudden apprehension of immediate illumination in present time will know what I mean.
This experience could be called nothing special but all important. It is open to everyone at all times but for some reason it is not commonly realised.
It seems that people are more interested in locating their identity in jobs, houses, and families than they are concerned with their position as inheritors of light.
And where is this land of Beulah, and what does it consist of? I say that it is the porch that opens on to the precinct of the prospect of vision.
I know that definition lacks the clarity that people who have not entered there demand before they can give the notion credence but that need not concern me.
It should go without saying that the key is not located in this suburb alone (being the suburb of Crookes by name) but that it can be found anywhere and anytime that can be said to describe exactly where anyone is right now.
Sheffield Patrol Group 