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first performed 11/9/02
Find yourself in a comfortable place. Find a place which is familiar to you; a place which calls to you.
From your place, there is a path leading away a great distance. This path goes as far as the eye can see. But it is a well-worn path, and a path which feels comfortable and inviting.
Begin walking this path and notice that it is very comfortable to walk along. Feel how the path takes you up and along hills and curves. Notice how the scenery becomes beautiful and the animals seem content to go about their daily business. There is life everywhere you turn.
There are sweet smells here, and bird songs. And the gentle warm breezes help carry you along. There are bushes and trees, and grasses. And ahead of you is a large open meadow.
As you approach the meadow you feel a warm breeze flowing gently from it, and the trees quiver a bit. There is an object in the meadow quite some distance from you. It is hard to tell what it is from this distance, but it is obviously very large.
You enter the meadow and begin walking to the object. Your journey takes you uphill a ways. Moving gently along the way you hear the bird song becoming quieter. And you notice everything has become still, except for the warm breeze which still caresses your face.
The object is becoming easier to see now. It looks like a large marble sphere on an iron pedestal. And it looks like it has been here for uncounted centuries. The sphere is smooth as ice and seems to reflect everything around it. As you approach it, you notice your own reflection becoming clear in its surface.
You are near the top of the hill now. In the distance you see a tower, or perhaps a very tall tree, disappearing upward into the sky, as though it holds the sky up. But before you now is the reflecting sphere.
The sphere seems to vibrate silently. And it also seems to be the source of the warm breeze. As you gaze into it the reflections in its surface become more clear.
You gaze in... You gaze in deep...
You see the brilliant blue sky above, and the green grass below. You see the birds flying by and you see yourself gazing into the sphere. You see the larger picture, as though you were flying above it all. Higher. Higher.
The world begins to look smaller as your viewpoint takes you higher. And soon you begin to see things in a different sort of light.
The people below begin to look like ants. And you see their interactions. They build. They destroy. They go to war. And then they start over again. Their colonies grow larger. Their colonies destroy other colonies. Their colonies change.
The black ants and the white ants wage war. They yellow ants and the red ants also fight. And soon they change partners with which to fight.
Yet in all this conflict, and still more, the earth continues to exist. The sun still comes up and goes down. The plants still grow and the animals still exist. And no matter how much damage the ants do in their battle, life goes on.
Now, you fly higher still. The ants become much too small to see and soon you find the earth receding from view, as a marble being shot away. The blackness of the sky becomes more apparent and millions of stars dot the landscape - as though grains of sand along the shore of a great ocean.
The sandy dots of light become more common, until the beach is full. And you find yourself flying over a great beach with the waves crashing to the shore. The wind becomes gentle, then it roars, then the breezes become silent again.
You notice how the wind continues to change, yet the balance is maintained. You notice how the waves churn up the sand and keep the beach always in motion.
And you fly on, past the beach and the sea. Past the cliffs and rocks. You fly back into a familiar meadow where you find yourself gazing into a large marble sphere. And you fly down until you become yourself once again.
The surface of the sphere still reflects the sky and the grassy meadow. And you turn to regain your path back to your sacred place once again…
The warm breezes from the meadow carry you back down to the opening where you once again pick up your path. The song of the birds again returns and you begin walking back down the path. You pass the bushes and the trees. The sweet smells of the world greet you again, welcoming you back. You pass the curves and hills. And finally, you come back to the place where you began your journey.
Created by Guides Chandonn, Hypatia X, and Sophia X Pharou
Last modified: 06/20/2009