In this majestic darkness, we remain in silence, waiting for the first rays of solar force. Saving our energy for when it’s required, to shed light on what or whoever tries to hide, and illuminate those who are ready and willing to be fully alive – as we are. Each turn is a miraculous event, a death and rebirth in the very same breath, the very same moment. This is not a moment of formulating demands and petty personal wishes. It’s a glorious moment of expressing gratitude to the Sun: life giver, father, mother, son, daughter, force and fire. Thank you, Sun, for shining the light and inspiring us to do the same. Each living thing owes you its life force. We realise this and are grateful to be children of the Sun rather than muddled shadow creatures, inhibited by their own fear and projections. We fear nothing and no-one, and we create with and in your force and fire, so that we can radiate inspiration for as long as we live. Grant us the blessings of health, wealth and length...