It seemed appropriate too, that we came together from the three corners of the planet; from Europe; India; and America; with a commitment to enrich our human world to the point that it matches the splendor of this paradise that we have come to in order to enrich one-another's self-perception and surpass everything along that line that we had achieved in the past. We agreed too, that Nicolai should have been there with us also. Unfortunately, security considerations didn't allow this. As Fred had pointed out many times, the world still grinds on. The sadness of this 'grinding on' situation hung at times like a shadow over our ongoing celebrations. It stood as a reminder, though, that we were not assembled on vacation, but on an emergency mission to find ways to rescue humanity from being ground into dust by its fascination with small-minded mythologies of darkness, fear, and faint shadows, in which it denies itself.

      Above all, there was a development of a great inner peace unfolding. Perhaps this peace came from watching the seabirds. There were always seabirds in the sky. They seemed to teach us that it is possible to fly with ease above the troubled waters. Their graceful dance in the bright, free, air became for us a counterpoint to the kaleidoscope of superlatives that we all had been caught up in, which had been driven by a whirlwind that had started already in Caracas.

      In the flow of this whirlwind a new version of the 'royal dance' had become defined; a higher version of the dance that Ushi had once presented in the dessert. This long ago event seemed like a relic of a past outgrown. But it wasn't. It gave way to this new dance into which it became transformed; a divine dance. The new 'divine dance' that we celebrated on those island shores was unfolding to be the dance of a new human being that stood tall above all the tallest concepts that the phrase, royal, as in the royalty of man, had ever alluded to. I saw a movement in this new royal dance that was a divine dance, that appeared like a great wind; a wind in which the needed sea change for humanity might yet unfold, and this in time before time ends, and in its flow encompass all nations.

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Stories about  Love from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche