As our breathing slows, we become centered and still. Only our breath is moving at a regular pace. The ebb and flow of our breathing is like a gentle ocean with us, falling upon the stillness of our inner being. A light appears out of the darkness. We are drawn to a room filled with light in an underground chapel where an altar radiates from the center, a round stump of an ancient tree, an altar/tree. Feeling the circles of the altar/tree, we see our lives passing through time. A white robed monk speaks to us, silently through each of us, inwardly, whenever we create an atom of silence, a quiet place of peace within our life. It is our secret chapel, were we each hear our own true word.