The disciples are drawn to the high altars with magnetic certainty, knowing that a great presence hovers over the outer ridge of the gate ... a breath of purple flame within the portal of the temple ... signifies alignment, orientation and destination. One must silence the mind until there is only the blackness/stillness/purewill of spacetime in front of them, visualize where they want to travel and then ~ the blank canvas sets ablaze, in electronic primal patterns of fog-laced and static union / the moment between the beats and pulses of time / you jump through the gate; hearing the imagined music of a new world ~ a dimentional helionic bridge of unknown metallurgy forms and you are bathed in the light of an alien sun.