She has been walking a very long time now.

Across a landscape where everything changes yet remains the same.

There is a forest of trees that have offered her protection from the elements as seasons come and go.

But she doesn't seem distracted or deterred by whatever might appear on her path along the way - because she is following the sound.

The sound is guiding her, calling her, drawing her toward a very clear and certain unknown.

And she is transfixed.

Often she turns, looking over her shoulder, around dark corners - vigilant, watchful, observing all that is.

Yet she doesn't veer or stray from the direction of the sound.

And after an eternity that became an instant, she stood before the end of her path.

There was no barrier blocking her way.

She could see forever from the place where she now stood.

Still, something deep within her and a trillion miles away held her in a place of wait.

Wait and listen. Wait and feel. Wait and Do nothing. Wait and Be.

And she didn't know why she trusted it so, but she knew she would wait forever.

Then, in another eternity that became an instant - - - a portal appeared.

It began as a pin-light, parallel with her heart, and as it swirled, the spiral grew until a passage formed; and she knew the entrance was her very own. She stepped in and the spiral took her and she was not afraid.

She was turned again and again and again. And the heaviness and weariness of her journey fell away as music delighted all her senses, and excitement grew.

The thought that pressed itself on her expanding mind was this:

many get to where they're going - at once.

Others get to where they've been led - at last.

And the nature fairies and devas and sprites and water nymphs all appeared with the sheer delight of her arrival.

Little balls of light all charged with a portion of her splendor.

And they anointed her and bathed her and nourished her and adorned her in luminescent layers of light.

And she shone.

Then all was silent - but the sound.

The ground, Mother Earth, carried the echo of the sound that no longer emanated from one distant yet magnetic direction.

She was surrounded now by a celestial symphony, music not of this earth, coming from a surround sound of sacred.

And as she stood there - brand new - at the end of her waiting and the beginning of her wanting; they appeared.

The tribal council. The gathering of elders. They arose from beneath the earths secret chambers.

Giant monoliths of wisdom with the keys of Enoch.

And she was ordained and granted their use forever more.

It was a celebration. A rite of passage that has existed for all time.

Many have stood in the place that for this moment, was hers. Many more are yet to come.

The mystery and the majesty of the entire universe filled her heart.

And she knew then that the pure intention and sincerity of her spirit had been returned to her

multiplied by every star in the sky.

She was home