Shana and Zed tweeze you a tiny, shiny black square of film, and an hour later, all of Findhorn is glowing and growing, alive with Nature Spirits. Outrageous roses explode liquid reds and yellows into the snow, three-foot zucchinis and basketball-size broccolis erupt from volcanoes of sparkly sand. Yes, it's all true. Even the humancharacters all seem connected by luminous threads to the Earth and the Sky. Voices ping and zip and mingle with the previously-undetectable low squeaking sounds of plants and, in the distance, the ocean muffles the rumbling of lorries, and all of it, all of you together sing a chorus to the Great Circle of Being.