As you enter the palace, you feel a warm breeze kiss your face and it appears the floor is made of swirling glass, but it is perfectly stable and safe to walk upon. The walls are white and marble and the ceiling appears as the winter sky, but the room is a moderate temperature. You begin to explore the area and discover glass cases which seem to contain trophies or awards of some kind. A small wooden box with a moon on it sits upon a pedestal in a shrine that emanates a beautiful white light. You open the box and a tiny white sphere floats upward and hovers in front of your face. It rotates slowly and as you’re reaching to grab it you hear a tiny voice whisper. “Find the tiny sun”. You grasp the orb, and place it back in the box. “No world should have a moon without a sun, nor sun without a moon.” Says a soft feminine voice. You take a moment to look around and take in the beauty of the sky. Focusing on your breathing. In, Out. In. Out. You hear one sole violin descending a melody and with that an entity of thick cloudy air manifests before you in the shape of a beautiful woman with a flowing dress. A smell of wet rainforest overpowers the room and words
appear on the ground. “As you came into a world that was much larger than you, there was no perceived fear. Much like a seed floating through the wind, once there, now here.” A cloud begins to swirl before you creating and image of a wondrous castle separated by great bridges from the land. It seems to be floating and wispy golden clouds circulate its silver towers. But as quick as the vision came, It was gone. As the room clears you’re overcome with a feeling of peace and the walls become a mural of a great battle. You look to your sides, are you alone? You feel strength inside your chest. Suddenly your mouth opens and no sound comes out but your lungs fill with air. A celestial women appear before you and begins a beautiful dance. Constellations float from her body and hands as she twirls. You begin to twirl with her, and now its as though your body is being controlled by her movements. There are pillars coming up through the floor with shining orbs atop them. As you dance a hum of strings overtakes the palace and you hear it echoing deeply, as if you were in a great valley. Then when your body finishes moving, you see the pillars had raised all different colors of orb into the room. You feel
compelled to take one. Which do you take? “It is yours to keep forever, whether cherished or despised.” The voice in your head whispers. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, and when you’re ready to leave simply lay down and close your eyes.” Says the woman. You walk the walls of the room, intent on gaining whatever you must from this place. You run your hands along the walls and pass your eyes over the many hieroglyphics. But this is not your home. This is not the end. However beautiful a palace may be, you must admit when you’re not yet home. So as you were told, you lay your body down upon the floor and close your eyes. No visions appear. A great black. Perhaps your home is the dark you see when you close your eyes. The meeting ground for all of us. A few moments pass in total peace, and you feel yourself orbiting and drifting gently. The room swirls and then becomes still. When all is settled, before you is a gem inlaid staircase. You descend the stairs and with each step the world becomes brighter until it is blinding. You put your hands out to find something to hold on to but there is nothing there. In, Out. In, Out. In, Out. In. Out.