Shaman dance

There is a crystal castle somewhere in the celestial realms, with corridors of crystaline purity. A light shines from within it, such that the entire place glows a faint green of gade. We are now gathering there, slowly drifting through the serpentine passages, and into the central chamber, a vast space with high vaulted ceilings and an alter of pure spirit light. We are now coming together there, settling down, coming to rest, and listening to the stillness with our hearts.

I am prepared to deliver the grand exposition on the nature of consciousness...
"Aahemm," I clear my throat as I step up to the podium...dust flying up from the brittle ancient pages of the Akashic Records. There is feedback from the microphone, and the light of the stage, blinding. I look around the room and see many familiar faces...I see you...I am comforted by the truth that all is Love and that there is nothing to fear in the revelation of Truth...for the Cherubim guard the sacred treasure, not for the sake of God's zealousness, but to play a game with the foolish adventurer.

I say, "Learn the ways of the Shaman dance: Find the pathway into the heart."

"No answer will suffice. No word can quench the thirst of your quarry. No thought or theory will hold its ground under the weight of that which is Real."

"Go and discover the Truth for yourself."

"Feel It!"

"This is the only way."