Night passes, blessing the devotees of the dancer with small successes and insights. Some retire to their beds, discouraged, while others continue, moving with the familiar rhythms of their task. Suddenly time stands still and hands move more quickly, papers fly, visions and sketches pour forth with unbelievable speed, complete formulas dance in the air, and entire songs burst forth, clay moves and flows with unbelievable grace . . . . She moves swiftly from one to another, weaving Her invisible web. The dancer moves gracefully as She opens the minds of the passionate, and unites each to the passionate minds of others.
Communication begins . . . . .
Energies spiral upward, inspiration is electric. The dancer moves in the eternal scared dance of creation. The unseen dance envelops a painter in New York, a physicist in Boston, a musician in Los Angeles, a shaman in Latvia, a sculptor in Omaha, a writer in Florida, an astronomer in Italy, a weaver in Burma, a researcher in Palo Alto, a dancer in Athens, a jeweler in Chicago, a writer in Tokyo, a programmer in India, and countless others . . . . Each one sharing from the vast wells of their own insight and perception with the others, wordlessly, and with crystal clarity. The unseen web of minds flows, and daily dances the first creation of the Universe.