From the recording Sacred Earth
The ‘fire movement’ actually sounds hot; not just fingertip hot, but beyond-measure-hot…volcano hot. We’re standing at the rim, staring deep-down into our own violent, roiling origins, hypnotized and mute, unable to move. The ancient, purging heat finds its way into every cell of our very being, nothing less than a trial – and eventual healing – by fire. The spell is picked up by the villagers below as they sing in tongues by torchlight to their own frenzied, ecstatic dance. An Elder jumps to the center where with wildest abandon he gyrates to drums and scales from worlds well beyond this one. Suddenly the spell breaks with a magical sword-like crack of heat lightning.