ceremony. While I am standing back in the tunnel, a
young Indian woman comes up to me. She puts her arm
around my waist and walks with me into the cave, down
the path and out among the dancers. She dances with me
briefly and then leaves me with another partner. [The
fire gives off plenty of light but no heat. As a
consequence, it is not unduly warm.] While dancing, I
suddenly realize that my steps are exactly the opposite
of all the other dancers'. I am momentarily uncertain
about what to do. Then the woman who had brought me
into the cave is back at my side and tells me that I am
doing just fine. She begins to dance with me, matching
her steps to mine. The dance works just as well with my
backward steps as it does with the regular steps.
(C.K.S., San Angelo, Texas)

     A ballroom full of couples who are dancing to the song,
"Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree." (C.G.S.,
St. Petersburg, Florida)

     I am alone in the middle of the desert at twilight. I am
sitting on the driver's seat of an old-fashioned
buckboard. I hold the reins but there are no horses to
pull the wagon. I have a long white beard and long white
hair. Encircling my head is a cardboard ring painted
gold. Suddenly a young girl appears out of the ground
with a horse. Silently she hitches the horse to the wagon,
then goes around back and climbs aboard. Suddenly
there is a shiny, pointed gem sticking up out of the front
of the cardboard ring around my head. Then, appearing
from nowhere, others come, each with his own horse. As
each silently hitches his horse to the wagon and climbs
on board, another gem-point appears on the cardboard
ring. Finally there are seven people on board and there
are three pairs of horses with a single lead horse. The
sky has been growing lighter and the people are
murmuring about the strangeness that as the hour
grows later the sky grows brighter. Finally it becomes
like broad daylight, although there is no sun in the sky. I
start to drive and as soon as the wheels start rolling, we

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