I enter a small, dimly lit shop, which has a surprisingly magical atmosphere. The proprietor is nowhere in sight, and there is only a small counter and a couple of shelves holding ritual objects. Hanging in the middle of the space is a large mask, resembling a Balinese spirit, perhaps, but more skeletal. It is decorated with masses of fiber art hanging like skeins of hair. A rather vertebral string of decorated bones counterbalances the wild headdress, looking like a spine. It is a gorgeous yet terrifying work of art which has a palpable presence. I feel a chill which is less of fear and more of recognition, and the phrase, “Beyond the bones,” comes to mind. Beyond the bones, beyond the bony framework, the skeleton is wrapped in radiant layers of invisible, shimmering energy, connecting everything and creating the worlds. I feel invited to participate, and that somehow, merely apprehending this invitation is already participation.