It was raining thought-forms in the central region of thought-forms. Lady Aurel stood atop a rock with her golden spike, weaving the fluttering ribbons emanating from the power centre of thoughts.
Almost all the beings in the world of thought-forms were present when the humans arrived with the flying carpet. The flying carpet descended at a safe distance from where the weaving took place, and they all stepped down to watch what went on.
They saw thought-forms of different shapes and sizes descending from the rock and tarrying around. They tarried around until everyone heard a loud explosion from afar, then a shock wave swept through the terrains of the region, blowing beings away, except for the ones that laid on their bellies.
The humans laid on their bellies as instructed by the Sphinx when the explosion was heard.
"What was that?" Six asked.
