I believe I last wrote about the house of the god, in that magical place, where the surface structure was a tiny shack, but inside a straight stairway went down deep into the ground. A few nights ago I dreamed that I was studying with a native american teacher named Coyote. He gave me aya as a sizzling hot resin, that might be what a melted jolly rather would look like. LAter I went to his house. He lived with his four adult daughters. His house had the same staircase, 4 stories down.