Twelve of us are seated in the circle at the top of the tower of the 'Light'. Each is contemplating the repective scroll given them. All are dressed in opalescent white robes.

In our midst appears the 'Lady of the Light' each of us sees her in our own way.

The Lady smiles upon us, we nod our heads in greeting. She takes my hand and I greet her in another place, and in another time.

I wake up to see her standing in my room, she appears radiant. I could not belive that it could really be her. I stood up and looked about the darkened room. The only light emerged from her glorous presence. I was very happy for her. She had overcome so very much.

She understood that I doubted that this could really be who it seemed to be. Her costumes and her colours changed. She was famous for the beauty of her presence and her apparel.

We flew, we soared beyond time on a jourey beyound discription. When I returned to the place of depature the 'Lady' told me to tell no one.

Of course I immediatly wanted to write everything down, because I remembered everything. Then when I tried to put pen to paper I found that there were no words to describe what had actually transpired.

The 'Lady' had been a very famous woman in her time and now she is regarded by many to be an icon.