The gods were waiting for Jamondinatavada when he returned, sitting where they were when he had left them. His sojourn on Earth had lasted a whole day and a night, but for the gods it had been the blink of an eye.
“I have learnt a lot,” said Jamondinatavada, as he materialised at his place at the table. “I have learnt more than I anticipated I would.”
“That is always the case,” replied another of the gods. “So let us share what you have.”
Jamondinatavada placed his hands on the table, palms down and fingers spread. The other six gods did the same. He closed his eyes and a golden light began to seep out from his fingertips and spread slowly across the table. Like liquid sunshine it streamed out, bleeding across the table as water into fabric. Vivid images, sounds, aromas, feelings and ta
