2 November 1996

“Every mountain has a star within you.
When you have a star, you can travel
anywhere,” Mama Cimona says.

Pachamama feeds them. When
mountains journey to the stars,
“Eat this and remember me.”

Sensed strange energy in our group—
— climbing— navigators on strange
ships to the stars.

La Roca Perdida— an astral journey—
passes through two portals—three
aspects—baby, wife, ninsta.

Apachita— first view of the Andes—
strength, coolness— three mariposas—
painted lady landing right on our feet.
Energy arriving at the navel— forceful,
certain— Chicha, holy water over roofs.

Laguna Pai— sensing water for Cusco—
coming in the time of seeding— children
walking behind donkeys, crude ploughs
—first rains materializing —a flock of birds
— possibly ducks