Under the Sycamore tree a golden mantle appears to me, a place of light without thought. Softened eyes, they become cross eyed and floating. Left brain silent. Under the sycamore tree, whole sky above me is blessed. A pearl sits on the mantle, we are surrounded by golden radiance. The crown chakra looks down to the center. Spirit is watching the seat of my mind. There is a golden aura about me and the room of the pearl is spacious. It sees the outside and inside at once. The internal mind illuminated, the external world received. Five senses are energized. "Oh, look at you down there, fire center, you are tense. You are excited to share the news, like a child. You are welcome to share it."