I felt a great desire to make a bloodless sacrifice to my Dio and I needed a mountain to do so. I wanted it to be a sacrifice of love, respect and admiration.
I had and have a mountain for me until this day, my chosen one, my beloved one, I have not visited long ago for the world has prevented me It is my mountain for being closer to my Dio.
At the top of the mountain there was silence, loneliness, mystery and peace. I used to climb up to the top to feel the loneliness of human beings in the universe, to feel the center of everything that exists.
When I reached the top after the rise, I looked to my left and saw the distant abyss that led to the world. It looked at me and I saw the plain of my life towards the unknown martian forest. I looked to my right and saw it much taller than me, the face of Saint Miguel, eternally illuminated by the sun and then I walked across the plain so often crossed by my non-Jewish ancestors but , by the time, I did not know yet.
I looked back and I could hear the tumult of the near and distant world.
I looked at the sky and saw three black crows crossing the sky towards San Miguel honking in the silence of the whole creation.
There, at the end of the plain, in the forest, snow covered my body but I did not feel cold nor I felt alone.
I climbed the rocky path to the top holding in my hands the flour and oil trying to find a suitable rock on which make the offering with fire but during the search a viper had been waiting for me , hidden under a boulder during all my life but I carefully threw it away and got my rock during the sunset. There, on that rock, I tried to make the offering but no flour or oil could burn although they did in my heart.
So perhaps it will burn somewhere in Zion though in Pueyo I was called.