The plane rose easily from the tarmac ... heading south for a rendezvous with many "old" friends ... mystics, psychics, shamans. Jaycee felt a shiver of excitement as she thought of the adventure ahead of her. She was looking forward to it.

Jaycee spoke several languages fluently, so an interpreter would not be needed. She could speak directly to the audience.

She settled down in her seat and dozed off.

One week later, Jaycee boarded the flimsy plane for the next part of her journey. She always envisioned an angel holding the plane aloft. She could see through the spaces in the floor and the angel supporting the plane.

Over Peru

Flying over the Andes to Peru and on to Machu Picchu, she reflected on the gift she had presented at the conference. She had received a standing ovation, a warm feeling of heartfelt welcome. Her medicine friend had been right. They had really bonded at the conference. Now, she was on her way to meet a shaman friend, who would accompany her to the Temple of the Condor, where she would meditate and pray on the night of the full moon.

As the plane flew higher, she quietly cleared her mind and let her thoughts anticipate her adventure.

The next day passed quickly.

She was rested and after a light meal, Jaycee took her pack and she and her shaman friend set out for the temple. She touched the necklace she always wore for protection. The sun was setting as they moved along the trail.

The Path

It was slow going, the trail was steep, so they took frequent stops to keep their energy up. The sun was gone now and the moon would be rising soon. Jaycee lit some sage and sweetgrass as she prayed for a blessing. The night was very still. The moon had risen and the soft light it gave the path to the temple and the mountains, seemed almost surreal.

Full Moon Rising

They were chanting prayers now and the shaman was burning copal. The fragrance drifted around them. Inside the temple now, Jaycee knelt at the altar placing the eagle feather and a crystal there. She slipped deeper into meditation.

Temple Trance

The moon, full risen, filled the temple with a soft golden light. Jaycee was in an altered state and she felt the rush of great wings and the sense of the bird’s presence ....

Spirit Bird

As she came out of the trance she saw the eagle feather and the crystal were gone. Her heart filled with joy as she came out of the temple and joined her friend who was smiling.