Once upon a time there was an interpretative dancer named Donna. She had just finished practicing her dance movements in the privacy of her loft apartment. As she sat down and wiped some perspiration off her arms and face with a towel she began to have thoughts of great self-accomplishment. She considered her dance style the tip of the spear in human culture and she was one of the best at it. Her walls were full of awards.
Suddenly she heard some mocking laughter coming from the far corner of her loft. She turned and saw a strange man in her room.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “My name is Andy. I am an angel of heaven sent from God.”
Donna immediately realized that she had a real metaphysical being in her apartment because it apparently came through her wall and was emitting a beautiful otherworldly glow. But she was still cautious and guarded toward the intentions of this uninvited and supra-natural guest.
“I thought that angels spread God’s Love—not mocked or laughed at people,” questioned Donna.
“Angels also have great intelligence and wisdom” he replied. “I know your thoughts and heart, so I was mocking your false acknowledgement of self-importance and personal enlightenment. You and your dancing style are not the cutting edge of human accomplishment or human evolution.”
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“God has sent me down here to show you how much dancing has deteriorated in modern times,” said Andy with a serious expression.
“That is pure bunk and absolutely counter intuitive to the trajectory of human history,” Donna snapped.
“At least you grasp the notion that postures can communicate concepts and emotions,” stated Andy. “In former times the human race had a much deeper knowledge between physical postures and their higher meanings. Your style of dance is guided mostly by mere self-expression, whereas in ancient times dance communicated great cosmic truths.”
Please explain…” asked Donna in a doubting tone.
Andy scanned her apartment until his eyes came upon a wooden armature on top of her desk. The small armature was that of a human form and had movable limbs. He grabbed it and put it in the middle of the floor.
“I originally bought that armature for art school but now I use it for studying postures and poses in my dance routines. What do you intend to do with it?” she asked.
Andy made a motion with his arms and the small wooden armature miraculously grew to the size of an adult human. Its movable joints were now different as well.
Astonished, Donna went over to the enlarged armature to get a closer look at the movable joints. They were ball-and-socket joints but the socket part had openings revealing strange marks on the ball parts. As she would move a limb, a different mark would show itself on the ball inside the socket.
“What are these strange marks?” questioned Donna.
“They represent the ancient knowledge of correspondences, that is, the cosmic or spiritual meanings behind different body postures. Now, when you change the position of an arm or leg, the mark that appears on the ball in the socket will communicate the precise symbolic meaning of the pose,” answered Andy.
“I do not understand the strange marks in these joints,” replied Donna.
“The marks represent an ancient alphabet or code. I will help you translate some of the meanings of these marks,” explained the angel.
Andy pulled a golden tablet from under his robe. The tablet contained a codex that translated the strange markings into the English language.
“Go to the wooden armature and move some of its appendages and I will show you how profound this knowledge is,” said Andy.
Donna was always intrigued by ancient Egyptian culture so she bent the arms of her enlarged armature to mimic the curiously crossed arms seen over the chest of Egyptian rulers and on various mummies.
“Take this tablet and interpret what these arm positions mean,” said Andy with a warm angelic smile.
Donna looked at the marks of the joints and compared them to the codex on the tablet. To her surprise, the crossed arms over the chest were interpreted as communicating “Emanuel,” that is, ”God is with us.”
Donna immediately sensed the truth of this message with this particular posture and stepped back, open-mouthed and in amazement. But when she turned around, Andy and the golden tablet were gone. Even her armature was back on her desk and restored to its original size.
Donna was left with a strange, nagging feeling that God was somehow going to reveal new corrective knowledge to the human race…