May 14 - We had all come to the conclusion that we were going to release the child.
Before the angel was whisked away by the sentinels standing guard at thick Machu Pichu doors and by the pull of heaven I saw its face. It was like a child's: simple, exquisite and fearsome in its beauty-delicate, sublime. I was so overcome by its divinity that my last thought before it left (and before I lost consciousness) was extreme remorse for what we humans had done to it: which was to capture it and display it like a circus animal. I could only hope for its and God's forgiveness.
I knew I had received it because even though the angel was behind the thick stone wall I could hear it say to the sentinels, "That was weird."
