The Shipibo then thought of imitating the fish, since they assumed that the god of water had revealed to them the secret of a great medicine. They then extracted a large amount of juice from the seeds of the tree and then sprinkled the surroundings of the village with the magical liquid.

If with the seeds of the tree the fish can fly, we, with the juice of the tree, will reach the sky, said the Shipibo. And that night they went to sleep with the firm intention of traveling to where only the sun reaches.

The next morning, the Shipibo noticed the houses were strangely tilted, and after exploring the entire community, they noticed that part of the ground had come loose. Little by little, and while the brilliant star in the sky ascended, the community, with houses and farms and ceramic pots, also ascended.

But, as incredible as the trip was, in the afternoon the ascent suddenly stopped, and with the sunset the community descended towards the earth again. The prayers and the tears were not enough to stop the fall. In fact, when night came, the community fell from above, and fell noisily on the Cachahuaya hill.

The Shipibo had fallen far from their place of origin, and they no longer had a magical tree loaded with fruit, nor a beautiful freshwater lagoon. During the descent, houses collapsed, farm fields were covered with jungle, and ceramic pots shattered. Even the hill on which they fell, stopped being high and became small. But all had survived.

After their incredible journey to heaven, the Shipibo had to learn to live on earth again.