In 1945, along the banks of the Nile, the words to Thunder: Perfect Mind were found, bound in papyrus notebooks and sealed in earthenware jars. The words spoke to me of mystical experience. Body, mind and spirit are exquisitely expressed in all their contradictions, as true today as they were in ancient Egypt. The poetry and power of Thunder: Perfect Mind kept calling me. Over 7 years, as I played my harp, the words became music that sang through and out of me. When I knew the music by heart, I committed it to paper. I made the connection to spiritual teachings from 2000 years ago and now I celebrate it in song.