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the everyday. In DAANY BEÉDXE time, life and space occurred completely different than in the Valley. The holy mountain had been built many bundles of years ago by the first artists of the interior stone, and since those times until present, it continued to operate without interruption. As it was not a temple, Palace, Fortress or city, it was apparently deserted, but at the same time, it felt inhabited by human energy force, which shared the mysterious and incomparable atmosphere ambience of the building.

DAANY BEÉDXE had four personalities, totally different from each other; in the morning, noon, afternoon and evening. Night Eagle’s preference was for afternoons and evenings.

His stay in the sacred mountain among other things, allowed him to develop a contact, with the being that resides in the depths of consciousness. This stranger who generally is asleep and that however, is a vital part of existence.

The relationship with his teacher was excellent, the more time passed, the less he saw him, because somehow he had learned to communicate with him mentally. That ancient voice, which always lived in the depths of his being, was now his faithful companion, and shared the wonderful experience of being in the Jaguar Mountain. He was not sure if indeed, the voice heard was the mind of Star serpent or whether it was the silent knowledge found in every human being, which is the sum of the experience of hundreds of generations, who have lived before, and the existence commitment deposited in the individual. Whatever the case, Night Eagle felt whole and excited with this presence, which was coming from his deepest self, and that at the same time he knew it was not himself, but was also sure it was an intimate part himself.

However, every time Star serpent showed up, the boy’s joy was manifest. The companionship of another human being turned into joy, because at the end of all, human beings need company. The love to earth, the dear mother, which

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