After a week of interacting with wild dolphins on Australia's west coast, my partner David and I decided to sleep in a cave hollowed into the cliff rising along the shoreline. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of clapping sticks and dancing, laughter and conversation. I could hear, but not see, the ancient gathering. The ascended masters say they live among us, if we only could raise our vibratory rate to theirs. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of their world, like ancient eyes sleepily opening. Some day, when my eyes are fully open, I may be able to walk full-bodied into the corroboree.