I'm near a fire that's about to get started.

This isn't just an ordinary fire. It's a kind of spiritual fire. I feel the presence of spiritual beings close, closer than the body can touch. They seem elemental, feminine in their energy.

At some point I'm asked to move back a little from the fire (by what, or who I can not describe - seemingly those beings I mention). I realise that the energy of the opening of the fire needs to be strong, that there are those who are supposed to remain here for this. I feel that my energy would somehow mess with proceedings - that it's not stable enough.

I back up a little, and find myself sitting in a small circle close to the fire. I can feel the heat from the fire. It's hot. My lips are hot. I cannot speak.

I am reminded of a time where I participated in a sweat lodge. I feel the need, a demand from the rest of the circle, to speak my wishes to the world. There is a sense that the 'spiritual grandfathers' are here. I can feel the heat of the fire at my lips - they're still hot.