The population would separate according to their functions in the group. Here they would go into trance, the resultant visions later to be shared with all groups when the ritual was ended. By these means would the settlers make choices which guided their movement through Time in these Spaces.
Here is where lightning is caught in stone. It is not known if the mountain uses these captives from heaven as food, for warmth or for protection. Perhaps it is their downward motion which sends spells to the valley below.
I see these marks left by the creatures that walk, silent in the night and their strange bodies form before me, transparent in my mind.
The waters that rushed through here, that have been and will be forever shaping the canyon so as to make the pilgrimage only for those whose heart entirely seeks vision, like thirst seeks water.
The shadow articulated forms, and in his lassitude these forms recalled the shapes of former loves. His arm resting on the thigh of a beloved, face pressed into fragrant hair, and heat from the neck warming him as the beloved slept. The desert gave him these memories in his weariness, that he would go on, in strength and peace.
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