This is also a glimpse of some of the material found within the Wyrm Project.

The Spiral Dance Life is changing. Mine. I am not who I was, and thus am becoming something new. I have learned something else. About dances. Yours is yours, only yours. I can never be a part of any dance but my own. In religion it is called the dance. The deity Shiva, not my dragon, carried the balance in his arms, and it was called a dance. I did not know that until a while ago. The dance of Shiva's arms. My dance is something unique, the dance of my life, and those who share in it. Even the spirits it encompasses. My dance is a dance of the world, of hope of peace. It is a private serenity, and a loud cacophony of voices. It is a part of the dance of Man, and a part of the dance of Dragon. I dance alone on it, but I am not yet immersed in it. I am not alone in this dance, many are near me, but this is the dance of self, the journey of Truth, and the passage to being an adult in the eyes of the self. My dance cannot be given, but it is shared by all. It is a dance of everyone's truth, the epitome of a web. I dance down the strings, dancing my life, and sharing the web with other dances. I found it! The force that is there, the thing with no name. With young adulthood came some understanding. The brightness of the dance, the beauty of what is wrought. I can see the vastness of the world now, the entirety of life. Even the insects, even the animal. Glimmering like tiny raindrops, tiny rainbows of light. So many, so many little shimmering lights, beauty, and wondrous things dancing in their lights. Souls of the lost, found again. A vast shimmering spiral, a virtual galaxy of lives. Everyone in their own dance, their own balance, their own truth. Hearing their own sounds, the music of voices, or just the sounds of life. So many dances, so many lives. The sacredness of the Spiral Dance, all dances together. Even the Gods. Shiva dances in the center, tiny lives spinning new strands from his weaving hands. He dances gracefully among the strands, under and around, never touching them, wheeling like an Indian dancer, his hands spinning like graceful doves taking flight. Even the Christian God dances, slowly spinning, his body taut, then shaking himself limp, dancing to a frenzy of celebration. All of them are there, all the Gods ever heard of. So vast, the Spiral Dance. Never had I hoped for even a glimpse of what my mind has just shown me. I had hoped to find my Truth, but never did I expect to be able to see this, so early. Dragons whirl and dive with wild birds, the strands twining, and never touching, the beasts never truly touching. This is a Dance of words, a dance of movements, a dance of souls. Nothing comes close to the Truth of this dance, nothing equals the Spiral Dance. All dances are a part of it, and mine is very, very small. My dance is a way of life, a spirit found and a spirit lost. I am not/am a dragon, I am something more/less. I am human, and I am a predator. I am a part of the animal dance, a part of the dragon dance, a part of the human dance. I am the dreamer finally awakened, and I am blessed beyond anything I could ever expect. I am so special, as is every single life. Every insect, every beast, each is an integral part of the Spiral Dance. I am a Dancer of the strings, a creation of beauty, as is every piece of the Spiral. Truth, honor, integrity, love, all of these and more an integral part of the higher dance. I speak, but am I heard? This is the Spiral Dance, of which every dance belongs. I am my own dance, alone on my string, but I dance beside the creatures, I dance the dance of the elements. I sing the call of creation, as does everyone. We are manipulated, this is what we are born for, and we are here to be the Dance. We are life, we are birth, and we are Creation! Every creature, from spider to cockroach to dragon, all of us dance the dance. We die when our dance is over, when our dance is replaced by a newer form of the dance. Ever does the dance change, the Spiral grows larger, grows more beautiful with each passing day. How can I ever have lived differently? We are the Dance, we are warriors of the web, and we are the saviors of our own souls. We are the Dance, the Spiral Dance, dance of the ages, dance of the Gods, dance of the Creation. We are, we are, we are, and will always be, the Spiral Dance. I am part, as are you. No matter what other people serve, they are a part of the dance. All life returns to the dance, and all life leaves the dance. Creation and Peace, the Spiral Dance advocates. Peace to the souls of many, peace of the gentle souls, peace of the quiet river. Let the dance within flow with the river, flow strong and gentle, wide and quiet. Flows the Spiral, dances the Dance of creation, dances the world and the lands. The Spiral dances on, it circles and loops, always coming back, never ending, never beginning. It changes, as it must, but it is forever. It is Truth of soul, it is the essence of every spirit, it is the dream of creation, it is everything and nothing, it is and simply lives on, it is not a sense, it is core, it is All. It is the Spiral dance, the dance of life, and the dance of All. How can we dance this dance, if we are not the Dance? We are the dance, yes, we are the dance, and we dance the Dance of Eternity. We are the Balance, we are the Chaos, and we are the elements raging. There is no sound, only the souls singing on, voiceless and unchained from reality. There is no sight, only the feeling of the Cosmos, only the Spiral of the Dance. There is no taste; there is only the call of the mind, the emotions of the color. You do not see, you do not hear, you simply are. I am, you are, we are our dance, we Dance the strings, we dance the Dance of the Dreamers, and we Dance the Dance of the Cosmos. We are, we spin on the bright flashes of light that are the souls, we spin in and among the life, the souls, the breathe of the Creation. I am a sacred strand, as is the cockroach. We are all vital, we are the dance, and there is no dance without the Dance of the Eternity. That is what is within us all, and that is my Truth. Truth of soul. I am a part of the Spiral Dance, and I dance upon my own string, my own dance of my creation, of my life. I dance what is given, and I dance the dance of the Creation. Home