On the Way to Machu Picchu, 48

I step onto Machu Picchu. I see Candelaria and candles on all the hills. On this shelf there once was water, for blessing.

I feel at home. "Tscheschipo is here." I say. This is the last time I say it.

Three rocks in three rooms give a clue to the psychtronic generator for Matrix circulation of the Nothing Point.

Sitting in a flat triangle, I catch a pendulum in my head. I hear, "Calor", and I go up a string to spirits who come down over me as a mantle of feathers.

The ruins are intricate, fascinating. Rooms, passageways, terraces grow out of natural rocks, grassy areas and hills in a maze. I now go towards Huayna Picchu, the dominating peak.

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{To Lake Titicaca: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
To Matrix: 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33
To Machu Picchu: 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47
To Amazon Jungle: 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65}