Spectral Transmissions slips quietly through the slumbering city streets listening to intense whispered tarmac dreams and the quiet concrete mumbles. "I stood here, and saw before me the unutterable, the unthinkable gulf that yawns profound between two worlds, the world of matter and the world of spirit; I saw the great empty deep stretch dim before me, and in that instant a bridge of light leapt from the earth to the unknown shore, and the abyss was spanned.” – Arthur Machen With thanks to Ben Branangan, Decily Devine ad Xanthe Horner