2 November 1996

Magnificent soulful eyes drew Freyja to a wiry man
deeply worthy of a serpentine stone she bestowed.
Maro spoke, “No one gives me a gift— hardly ever.”

Drawn to reciprocity, handing out stones in ceremony
in the middle of his wonderful store, Maro instructed
Freyja to put her feet apart, ground, pull up the energy,

Open the spine, pull it down, draw from the cosmos.
Standing there while the Shaman toiled with a stone
he identified as a meteorite and its energy.

Freyja held out her hands— received the meteorite
upon his command, “Manos.” He insisted on doing
the same thing for everyone in our party.

After giving Meg her stone, it was my turn. Knowing it
would be hot, I removed my hat. He told me to stand
several times instructing me to do so with more Fuerte.

He had me draw down celestial energy— holding my
Chen— just so. While he worked with energy
of the stone, I opened my third eye—

Saw golden bubbles— tear-shaped—
along the right side of my field of vision—
feeling energy very strong in my navel.

Maro cutting, cracking the meteorite in two,
motioned to Sage— we were sisters. Following
me, presenting Sage, Geoff with their stones

Holding a bag with labrys, it virtually found its way
into my hands. Purchasing the bag, placing my half
of the meteorite in it with coca leaves donated by

Maro. To Geoff, he gave a tree of life medallion
to wear around his neck.