We are the Stars which Sing - We Sing with Our Light;
We are the Birds of Fire - We Fly over the Sky.
Our Light is a Voice...

From the Micmac-Algonqian 'Song of the Stars'

Ahura Mazda Solar Disk?

 
Above video shows strange craft near Moon which shoots out beam at another craft.

My phoenix long ago secured His nest in sky-vault's cope;
In the body's cage immured, He is weary of life's hope.
Round and round this heap of ashes Now flies the bird amain,
But in that odorous niche of heaven - Nestles the bird again.
Once flies he upward, he will perch On Tuba's golden bough:
His home is on that fruited arch Which cools the blest below.
If over this world of ours His wings, my phoenix spread,
How gracious falls on land and sea
The soul-refreshing shade!
Either world inhabits he,
Sees oft below him planets roll...

'The Phoenix' - a poem by Shams ud-din Mohammed Hafiz - translated by Ralph Waldo Emerson