We did not have a stone quarry. We did not cut the stone ourselves. We spoke to the stones and said, “This is what we would like and need, these portions of you; would you like to participate?” This was all done in love and friendship. Because the stones existed near where we were, some of them wanted to participate as an act of friendliness and love. We said, “This is what we want,” and drew a picture on the ground, in the air, or more often, with our fingers on the stones. Sometimes we had to walk for miles to draw on a stone, guided by that stone’s love and desire to participate. The stone guided us by the feeling of moving back, and we also moved back until we didn’t get the feeling anymore. Then the stone broke off and moved slowly to the ground in the form we wanted and needed.

Then came the time of moving the stones. Sometimes pieces of stone came right away, moving the way I mentioned. Other times, a stone came part way and then decided it wanted to move more slowly. We had to be patient and enjoy friendship with the stone.

Often stones have a sense of humor, so there was joking, laughter, and merriment. Even though stones do not seem to talk, they have all the feelings humans have. More stones joined in when they were ready. We could not move them much; sometimes they moved themselves.