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you can find us at 25 Portugal Place, just off Bridge Street View Larger Map interesting how we're praying in Portugal Place for that same vision which Pete Grieg saw so vividly on the cliffs of a place in Portugal: Standing on the spectacular cliffs of Cape St Vincent that night, I had no idea that my life was about to change. We had pitched our little tent on the most south-westerly point of Europe... along the coast of the Portuguese Algarve... Nick and I had pitched our little green tent right there on the cliffs, laughing that we were to be the most south-westerly people in all of Europe for a night. But, unable to sleep, I had climbed quietly out of the tent, leaving Nick gently snoring. A breathtaking sight had greeted me: the vast, glowering ocean glimmering under a shimmering eternity of stars... To the south of me the next great landmass was Africa. To the west it was America. But I turned and with my back to the ocean imagined Europe... From where I stood, the continent began with a handful of rocks and a small green tent, but beyond that I could imagine Portugal and Spain, France, Switzerland, Italy and Germany eventually becoming Russia, China and the Indian sub-continent. Visualising nation after nation I raised by hands and began to pray out loud for each one by name. And that was when it happened. First my scalp began to tingle and an electric current pulsed down my spine, again and again, physically shaking my body... As these strange sensations continued I received a vision. My eyes were open, but I could ‘see’ with absolute clarity before me the different countries laid out like an atlas and from each one a faceless army of young people was rising out of the page, crowds of them in every nation awaiting orders. I had no idea how long that vision lasted – it might have been a minute or as much as an hour – but eventually I climbed into my sleeping bag next to Nick, who was quietly snoring, and with my head still spinning, I drifted into a deep sleep. My life would never be the same. Extract from Red Moon Rising.