How I love Machu Picchu. I get a lot of energy from this place.
The City keeps shifting back and forth, from brilliant to dark, from many buildings to just a few. As I stood at the very top, I could almost hear the music, but not quite. I thought I saw two white-robed men playing trumpets at either end of the City.
Valerie helped me sort things out a bit with the others. I had called the City ‘the Citadelle,’ and some of the ruins ‘cells.’ This seemed to upset my companions. They thought I was referring to Machu Picchu as a prison. My French can get me in trouble at times.
Valerie talks so little. Tall and very pretty, about twenty–four, she has more energy than any of us. She seems in a world of her own. She always carries the pouch that I now know protects a fabulous skull-carved crystal. She helped me understand that I should keep silent about the visions and emotions I was feeling. She said that I would give my power away if I talked about that to the others.
I didn’t tell Valerie that I do not like all that crazy talk that Anna feeds her regarding the baby she is carrying. Anna tells her this crazy yarn that she’s carrying a great priestess from the past of Machu Picchu. That she will be the mother of a very special soul. This kind of talk I always find disturbing. I am skeptical about all that nonsense.
Oct. 30, 1999 (Computer Journal)
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