The Voice, by Paul Fitzgerald and Elizabeth Gould

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But Stone's interest was for Afghanistan and from the
moment we met, our dreams seemed to slip into mythic
overdrive. Materializing with a nearly three-dimensional
holographic quality, Liz found herself nightly in elaborate
settings, Greek Temples, French Chateaus. There, in
shimmering Versailles-like palaces of light, Oliver would
listen to her hopes and dreams and tell her of his plans to
make her dreams come true. My dreams assumed a more business-
like quality, meeting Oliver in production somewhere in
Afghanistan, discussing the risks of the adventure. The
dreams even assumed the practical side as we'd discuss
expenses in a dream, then receive a check in the mail the
very next morning. But as the story of Afghanistan began to
unfold, its mystical aspects assumed center stage.
Afghanistan was the most significant geopolitical event of
the late twentieth century but it was clearly something
more. Afghanistan had been a storehouse of secret knowledge
for many thousands of years. Kipling, the soldier's poet had
written about its mystical allure and the U.S. Congress had
even acknowledged the mystical powers of its people. In its
report dated January 3, 1985 it requested the power of "the
Mujihadeen leadership, through their mystical tribal
communications network, put an end to the production of
opium, morphine base and heroin in their territory."
Isolated and withdrawn it had preserved ancient secrets in
almost total obscurity, touched only by the occasional holy
warrior, drug dealer and the most esoteric of the
intelligence community.

But what did the intelligence community want with the
esoteric secrets of mystical holy warriors? The dreams
intensified. Faces from the distant past began to appear
right in our living room. A BBC program on the ancient Celts
presented the reconstructed face of a two thousand-year-old
ritual sacrifice, thought to be a real "Grail" warrior
called "Lindow Man." And as I faced my own image on the TV
screen, my family responded with shock at the resemblance.
Everything seemed to be connecting me to the past, linking
me with some distant voice to fulfill an ancient purpose.
That the purpose was linked to Afghanistan became clear
when, while gathering historical data on the British Army's
first attempt to conquer Afghanistan in the 1840's we came
upon an old photograph.