This is a simple meditation to find your true form and your purpose in this life, and will result in bilocation.

First, if you cannot bilocate easily, you will want to meditate. Make sure you are calm and open to new ideas - if you are not, you will see conflicts when you get to the mirror.

As you meditate, find yourself walking into a cave. The cave is dark, and full of large and small crystals that you can touch as you pass by. You may hear water, you may hear bells - this is a place of serenity and holiness. Many creatures have walked this path before you, gods, kitsune, tengu, angels, as well as me, and two others in the weyr. This is not the place to be scared. Breathe, and follow the light.

When you exit, you will be blinded at first - the light is strong. But as it eases on your eyes, the warmth will fill you and you will see the path. Follow the bamboo and the clearing, walk AROUND the large red and white gates - the gods are walking with you - they walk under the gates. Walk besides them on the outside.

Do not let any animal distract you, let not words or sounds stray you from the path. Soon you will arrive at a pool, surrounded by trees, bamboo, and leaves.. in the center of this pool is a small patch of land with a celestial mirror propped up. This is the mirror that will dispel bias and show you the truth.

At the bank, you will see a waterlily. It's waiting for you. Kneel at the edge of the bank, and whisper this to the lily : "Please show me my true form and my purpose here on earth." The lily will glow slightly, and you may hear bells ring. Push the lily towards the mirror, just a light push, let it drift towards the mirror.

When the lily reaches the mirror, the mirror will light up. It will display before you your true form, and you will hear a voice tell you your purpose here. Let not bias change this form, if you see it flicker or change from it's original showing, revert the changes. Only the original is your true form.

Thank the mirror with a bow, and return to the cave. As you walk back into the darkness of the cave, allow yourself to wake up from your meditation.

Dancing is rather sacred to many demonics, you may compare demons dancing together with birds doing courting rituals.

The intent is often the same.

Dancing between demons, it's quite spectacular to watch, and more spectacular to be a part of; each connect their wavelengths and the energy becomes an amalgamation of each aspect of the other - if you were to watch the energy converge its similar to painting, or a city street light up as the sun falls. Each dance is unique to each pair, as each energy is unique. The dance is almost instinctual.

Some even prefer to add flare, mostly for themselves, using magic to add almost special effect like qualities as the songs of their souls play.

But, demons do not reserve dance for just one purpose, although the merging of energy usually is, demons may dance for any reason.

Where the line is drawn between appreciation and love is blurry.

The morning star is quite picky with notion of dance. You're more likely to see his memories before he extends his hand.

The embodiment of pride, the star extending his hand fistfought god for free will, and got what he wanted in the end. To this day stars still fall with the same wish that he brigaded for. The gold in his wings is not evidence of a fight lost but shining proof of his glory.

Lucifer is the most narcissistic demon in hell, with good reason.

If he extends his hand, be it for formalities or a spark of anything from respect to passion - the dance itself is a marvel one's brain cannot comprehend.

He is very old fashioned, would you expect anything else?

His right foot first he will lead, if you try and flip the roles, he will cease it all at once. His energy is beyond strong, with his rage even stronger, if yours dares to try and mix your mind may start to collapse. The song of his soul will fill your ears, everything from the melodies of the celestial wars to what you will interpret as swing. Give in and let him guide you, the instinct of the mind as thoughts shatter in such a presence.

Eccentric, really, it will last no shorter than ten minutes, no longer than twelve. When your mortal mind once again regains it's ability to form coherent thoughts, you may not remember the dance but you will remember the emotions, the flight. He still holds his holy light.

For a moment, be it fair, you shall bear the same wear - the weight of war and loss. For a moment, the self was one as him, only second to the elohym.

Be still, now, as your energy starts to calm. For your whole being was in his palm.

Morning? No, for him it is mourning.

Where the line is drawn between appreciation and love is blurry.

But the intent is often the same.