Lion, Tiger, Bear | 391 lamor. The food too probably. High in vitamins, minerals, and fiber for growth. Ja-ja, Ill bow to you too! Kunchen motioned for Bea to follow. I will show you to your wounded companions. The group walked the seven hundred meters to the main entrance which was forty meters high and shaped like a horseshoe painted a dark glistening red. Rows of fruit trees and flowers lined their way, and blue flame-ponds crafted in sacred geometrical shapes glistened with azure and cream white tiles. A great marble hall adorned with lapis and coral surrounded them, with people coming and going and carrying on conversations as if an ambassadorial convention was taking place, which was soon evident. Thousands of large silk animal oriental rugs decorated the floor which had intricate inlaid geometric patterns in wood and stone of all varieties. The main fountain of the Sacred Threefold Flame was the very center of Shambala; many waded into warm water that dripped all the way down from Mount Kailash above, its snow pure in vibration from the unseen quantum field on up. A delegation of three unusual pale-skinned bald men in patterned blue robes came over and grilled Porsche telepathically. He grabbed his head as his Homburg fell. Theyre talking all at once so fast! Tell them to stop! No, I dont know where you can find high-sulfur bitumen in northern Asia… Kunchen waved an arm and the three men went away. He spoke in German. Apologies, Herr Porsche. They thought you were a dealer in such minerals. Im an engineer, not a Frankincense merchant. Bea soothed. Pretty sturdy stuff, telepathy, not for the faint. Gerlach handed Porsche his hat. What else did they ask? Porsche took a deep breath. Im not sure.. .something about why my hat is so strange and my vibration is so low. Hmmff, they should have seen some of the racecars I built, now they had high vibration. Gwafa took a glass from an offered tray as people and exotic animals swirled around them. Tastes like honey mixed with flowers. A two-headed jet-black camel led by a short man whisked by. One of the heads turned to meet his gaze. I know this isnt a dream.. .but it would make a fine one. Lavender llamas were next, a small herd led by a smiling boy. Alice sniffed then sipped. Mix up nice with gin and lime. From behind, an Indian elephant with a crowded Howdah atop lowered its trunk to drink from her glass.