A lightning bolt and the ritual is complete
The lone figure stands with arms held high ... aloft
The mark of infinity carved in the rock ... the anvil of power
The role play heralding the result ... a tryst with the ancient ones ... the elders
... now a certainty
Ambassadors wait to unite on a physical world
Now that the vibrations match and a door swings open wide.
Extract taken from 'A Victorious Dawn' written by Matthew James September 2003