IT'S NATURAL
Running Man, just like a master conductor, allowed the music, the light, within us, to come out, weave together, creating something sturdy but etheric. He, with song and dance and intention, danced us to a rock face.
We found ourselves, Lily, Sam and I, perched impossibly, in the blink of an eye, on top of that rock face. We had to have been up six or seven stories. I'd like to tell you we levitated, but in this ceremony, it was a more now-you-see-it-now-you-don't feel. One moment we were on the ground, and quite literally, the next moment found us standing on that cliff.
It would have been weird to the point of distraction had Sari not been just floating around, up there in the moonlight, waiting for this moment in the ritual.
Sari gathered us together, and we took positions in the shape of a square. We held hands. We swayed.
And then Running Man was in front of us. Sabrina was a far northern position, Eddie, far south, but all of us were now high above the ancient site we'd come to explore that afternoon.
Running Man now had in his hand a long, gnarly staff, and at the tip, little shiny bells glinted off the moonlight. He shook his staff, and clunked it on the ground three times.
Yeshua and the Company of Heaven:
