About 20 minutes’ drive north of Prague lies the small town of Melnik. Its tall church belfry squatting on the top of the hill, overlooking a wide range of Czech countryside.
I’ve written about saintly relics before. They exist all over the world because there is a belief that proximity to even part of a saint means ‘something’ can rub off. Prague has one of St Valentine’s shoulder blades to show off.
I’ve written before about the Czech saint St John of Nepomuk – read my other article if you want to refresh your memory with the story of this saint.
Earthquakes, uncommon as they are, are as realistic to me as World War II or a sensible lawyer. I know they exist but I’ve never experienced them directly. This makes it all the more difficult to imagine what it must be like to experience one.
I’ve written about the Black Sun of Prague and the connection between esotericism and this symbol. Prague also features a Golden Sun on the facade of one its buildings too. (The city is full of these symbols and signs, which makes it such a magical place)