Archaeology and Ceremony

I'm in this church yard down south somewhere, where an Archaeological
dig is being made. A discovery is found, a great treasure; these big
old carved circular stones from Roman times are dug up from the back
of the church.

On them is carved a picture of a boat with people on, and runic
lettering, above and below the boat. Its not roman lettering. Looks
more like viking but its older than viking.

I comment on the advanced culture they must have had all those years
ago; I point out the sophistication of the large boat design with
sails, stores, sleeping places, and the sophistication of the runic
symbols; they show a complexity which marks the sign of a highly
evolved language system.


Someone digs up a strange voodoo like head. These mafia people come
along to raid the spoils, and they try to sell this head to make some
cash. This guy buys it, and uses it to discover a secret passageway
through to this underground temple. Its a very tight passageway to get
through though, so they plan on sending this little girl in there to
bring out treasure for them.

Instead what happens is that the girls dog, who has been missing for
years comes out of the tunnel. He had been keeping himself alive by
eating human preserved remains.

He is very glad to be back out in the open air and with his owner.

More and more people gather around, as these new found discoveries
become known. I meet this one girl who is dressed in a costume, its a
period costume from thousands of years ago. She looks very comfortable
wearing it. She shows how it can be worn to either reveal or hide her
breasts.   She wears it round her waist, showing he breasts and
talking about how she wants bigger breasts. I quite like her small
breasts I tell her.

I'm sat next to a guy and his girlfriend. Me and this guy, casually,
are comparing dick sizes. I have never done this before, I always
thought it would seem a really odd thing to do, but now it feels quite
ordinary. We are surprised to find that our penises are basically
exactly the same, but mine is just a tiny but longer.

Interestingly his girlfriend looks quite similar to this girl who is
sat next to me showing me her small tits.

Now we have to separate as now lots of people are gathering round in
this ancient tomb site and begin make preparations to have a great
ceremony.

It involves the men and women separating on to two sides of the room
and putting on costumes. The women select a queen out of them. They
choose the  queen of them, the goddess, she is a large powerful,
mother goddess, wide thighs full belly type of woman, and she can
dance and hold a presence like no other. She wears a head dress. She
hold shaking sticks in each hand. More than any of these features
however, she is chosen by the women because she has suffered and has
known suffering.


  There is a choreography guy coordinating the ceremony. Its hard to
follow his instructions, and so when the ceremony begins, me, as well
as many others (mostly the guys) haven't got a clue what we are
supposed to be doing.

(The whole ceremony is meant to revolve around a ritual enactment and
role play of the masculine and feminine forces in our culture, and yet
where the feminine force is the one who we worship, hence the queen,
and where men are basically hear to receive wisdom, guidance and
healing from the goddess and goddesses.)

I look at this guy who looks at me, as if to say "what the hell are we
supposed to do?"

I stand next to him and he says perhaps we could do this dance thing,
but it just seems so odd. I think we both feel a bit intimidated by
all these dressed up powerful looking women at the other side of the
room.
Thankfully the choreography dude stops the ceremony and gives us all
fresh instructions. He encourages the men in particular to move to the
center of the room, to approach the goddess, and to just surrender to
what will happen from then on, to open ourselves to the spontaneity of
the moment. We are not meant to stay on our side of the room, that
much is certain.

  We begin again now, and things feel more certain. Head for the
middle when the time comes. And go from there...