Back in the long forgotten past, while the early morning stars were still shedding their faint light upon the ancient City of the Sun, there could be dimly seen men’s shadowy forms passing through the quiet streets and moving swiftly toward a lonely spot outside the walls, where rose straight up from the dark shadows of the night about its base a tall tapering shaft of solid rock, its sides marked with strange signs, its lofty apex polished smooth to catch and reflect the first rays of the rising sun.

Apparently this was a familiar ceremony, for no word was spoken as each one took his place in the figure they formed around the base of the Obelisk, a circle to represent the solar disc still hidden from sight but whose first beam of light would be flashed to them from the reflecting surface of the shaft above their heads.

Quietly they stood with minds intent and bodies still, a reverence in their attitudes, each face upturned in expectation of the joy which ever filled them at the sight of that first contact of the light. The last star faded out, leaving the chill greyness of the departing night. Then suddenly a gleaming ray of rose and gold shot from the East across the earth and struck and glittered on the apex of the Obelisk.

In quick response to this gift of the Sun a great breath of sound rhythmically intoned passed through their lips in chanting, “Amen Ra, Thou God of Light.” Swiftly rose that grateful breath to mingle with the golden light now spreading down toward them, until at last each figure of the band stood forth revealed in the clear colors of the eastern dawn.