Mythic motifs, merging time periods.

I was told that pilgrims could receive a blessing after morning mass in the cathedral at Puy. I walked there before dawn through foggy winding streets, without people or cars. It could have been the year 1250. I'd forgotten how bizarre holy communion is, but was oddly moved by the blessing itself. Then a day walking through the area terrorised by the 'Beast of Gévaudan' between 1764 and 1767. There are still over 100 wolves in the wild here. And toadstools everywhere - the original shamanic hallucinogen (apparently) - eating them might really merge time periods, but so far I have not indulged. 

'La Bête de Gévaudan'

Amanita Muscaria in the woods.