Within the heavens, Lord Brihaspati, god of wisdom and eloquence, god of Jupiter and protector of the devas, rides his celestial body down from the sky and over the western horizon. Fair Shukra, also known as Venus, pure and clear, god of water, god of semen, follows in pursuit. The universe, a clock of unrestricted proportions, ticks forward, elapsing time, dissolving and reforming its material constitution.
Ageless spirits in non-corporeal buckskin, bone, and feathers cross over invisible dimensions and float through the nether to congregate on the land near the water’s edge, to re-embrace their lake of Powers. This night, they will speak stories into the ears of the sleeping ones who surround this little repository of cold, clear water, inspiring dreamy recollections of times past when another people looked up into the night sky with wonderment, seeking answers, seeking Divinity. Once they are fulfilled, they’re compelled to evaporate like vapors by the approaching dawn... as the sun reclaims the day.
Rattle of bones, feathers and stones... we all unfold as One.