“Ali Baba’s Cave”
“Orenda wondered whether she should touch the book or leave it as it was. Maybe it was something sacred, which, for some unknown reason, was meant to occupy that special corner of the cave. But an inner voice told her that the book was meant for her. She tried to move it with her mind, but it remained in place. Gathering her courage, she bent down and slowly reached out for it. As her hands got close, they felt a gratifying warmth entering into them. Suddenly, the hands struck her as little independent beings, with a life of their own. It was a strange sensation! The moment she touched the book, the entire cave transformed into something like Ali Baba’s. The walls coruscated with the radiance of embedded gems. The floor gleamed like an embered fire, stretching out like a polished sheet of solid gold. The ceiling reminded her of the mother-of-pearl iridescence of an abalone shell. She looked around, stunned. She was standing in the richest source of gemstones ever before seen!” (from “Palace of Perfect Wisdom”)