From the roof of our hotel in the hill towns just south of Rome, we gaze into the deep cobalt waters of a little crater lake nestled in the woods. To the east, a Full Moon rises, catching Her reflection in the smooth dark oval that is known as Diana's Mirror. This is Lake Nemi. deep and mysterious as the Goddess who claims this area as Her own. Lord Byron, in his poem Childe Harold, likens it to a sleeping snake: "Lo, Nemi! navell'd in the woody hills...The oval mirror of thy glassy lake...All coil'd into itself and round, as sleeps the snake." A palpable kundalini power lies among these coils, for Nemi is numinous, even eerie, in the twilight. The lake seems to have a heartbeat.