Equine & Exhalted One

Jeremy -
Twelve hours of dire stomach ache with many visits to the toilet it is clear to me that I have contracted guardia, familiar with the discomfort of such a condition, as I had guardia in India. My intention is to deal with it post haste, a quick trip to a clinic in Coya acquiring medication and few days of choking down the awful tasting tablets I rest for prompt recovery.
The week is occupied with much sleep and writing, as I regain my strength the activities recommence. In a state of almost full recovery I am able to appreciate life in Peru again. 
Standing in the garden of our adobe home I allow myself to wonder what next step my dreaming would allow. Within an instant my attention is pulled towards the clattering sound from the gate that swings open, moving towards the entrance in response I see much to my surprise a young Peruvian man who struggles holding onto two horses, one full grown the other a colt. It feels like Christmas as he hands me the reins of the colt. Without invitation he leads the way into our yard. My previous arrangement to house horses for our friend Kyd had somewhat evaporated so I feel bewildered about this equine delivery. Discussing for a moment with the stable boy it becomes clear that the horses are just here for grazing rights. This fits perfectly as the young man proposes that he will be back to tend for their needs as he loosely tethers the larger of the animals, with belief that Chaska the younger will just hang with his older brother. It seems to be the case for a few moments until he rears up making a be-line through our garden, disappearing in the direction of the stables about a third of a mile away. We run down the track as quickly as possible to retrieve the young horse. As soon as we arrive back I notice Pacha has released himself from his tether and in a chaotic moment I try to grab his reins, as he bolts around the alfalfa patch. The two spooked and nervous horses join forces and careen away together through the campo. Horrified by the potential injury of them jumping the rocky terraces, we run after through the maize and quinoa fields.

Lisana -
While walking back from town in the early afternoon on the path, I pass the familiar scenery of the old church, the stables below in the field where five or six horses spend their days and nights as I enjoy the splendid view of the waterfalls and the sacred valley. Then after crossing the foot bridge I see in the distance which diminishes greatly the oncoming charge of two horses. I am confused and delighted as racing right behind them with no surprise to me, is Jeremy. I gaze upon this spectacle turning to the Peruvian woman who happens to be at the same spot witnessing with me. Startled and feeling somewhat helpless as the larger horse struggles to get up to the path from a steep stoney terrace. Though concerned he will injure himself I quickly realize in his frenzied state that it will not benefit either one of us to attempt any assistance, with quick assessment I concede to the plight of the horses' jump and back away allowing for him to fulfill his goal. Jeremy greets me as he runs passed to catch the horses which gallop off to their familiar home. The young stable boy and he are successful in their efforts and return the horses to our yard of abundant alfalfa. Knowing Jeremy has been desiring the presence of horses and certainly holds horse energy, I am pleased to see this manifestation arise. 

Jeremy-
A week or so goes by and life in the sacred valley seems to take a natural pace. The horses come and go as the rains move in to encourage the verdant growth of the nature around us. 
Before coming to Peru we envisioned part of the reason for the adventure to the Southern Hemisphere is to establish a modern day light temple. Having found the property where our mud farmhouse stands, located between the mother and father mountain within the heart of the sacred valley, we appreciate this to be of energetic significance.

One early afternoon as we come back from town we meet a middle age Peruvian man, who presents himself as Exhaltacion, (the exalted one). With an odd expression he announces that he would like to show us some land if we are interested. Going along with spirits' unfolding mystery we agree. Appearing that the land he wishes for us to see is directly above our current abode, we imagine a grander plan of temple space. The walled property he takes us to, is covered with peach trees and stands below a friends place that holds a round sunken ceremonial chamber. Exhaltacion, with the grin of a child encourages us to follow him to the corner of the treed plot, to reveal the entrance of a cave that disappears deep into the rocky outcrop that bookends the orchard. 
He communicates that on sighting us, he heard the voice of God in his head, and with a glazed expression tells us that spirit wishes this land that backs up to the mountain, should be in our charge. A price is proposed yet we feel not to negotiate at this point and just let the circumstance  develop without attachment. He suggests we cut keys so we can spend time on the property to develop our sense of belonging. 

Twin Flame Throwers

Lisana-
The morning opens to sunshine, love, and a feeling of wonderful inspiration. Today is Thanksgiving and Jeremy wishes to prepare a somewhat traditional dinner, however he has allocated the morning for digging in the garden behind the horno oven, to prepare for a bath tub, another huge manifestation, oh I dream of the moment I bath under the stars. While digging he discovers a bone and sets it aside, later it is revealed the land has been a cementary. Joy (from Port Townsend) is expecting to meet me in short order to spend time together in town, so I am poised to head out. While walking in the garden I am quite over taken by the energy of the spirits, whom once again are seeking a way out and are aggressively making themselves known to me. In no way am I inviting them thru my vessel, especially after the tree energy from the first week of our arrival. 
Jeremy asks that I wait, so we can hold ceremony, honoring the hallowed ground while burying the bone and placing an Incan round stone on top.
Meeting up with Joy, we first stop to see a mutual friend and I find I am caught in a lengthy visit losing track of the time. Joy and I head into town to purchase some food for the days' meal, I am to acquire the chicken for the entree. At this point Joy is feeling a bit weak from her sickness with salmonella and still on her medication is requiring food. So we stop at a local restaurant to satiate her appetite. I grow a bit anxious as I can sense Jeremy calling me in, however, I have no idea of the time and for some reason I am not concerned. Joy receives a phone call from her son specifically stating that Jeremy went into town to purchase the chicken. I express to Joy my surprise dismissing any urgency to get the groceries. Finally parting ways, I rush home with the belief I am going to assist in food prep with Jeremy. I arrive to a very dismayed twin flame. 

Jeremy-
It being only an hour and half before dinner time when Lisana returns. I am in state of ill preparation to even begin the should be enjoyable time of cooking for loved ones, I find myself on the seat of anxiety. Accusing Lisana of hindering the process of festival engagement, I request the evenings ingredients and am shocked to hear the chicken has not been purchased. A mild sense of panic and betrayal washes over me, since I have been waiting for what I thought would be a prompt return. Allowing myself the pity of having taken on an impossible task of trying to please others. I listen to Lisana as she explains the phone call from William and shares in the incredulous prior communication. I really can't understand why such wires could cross and that my previously intended delicious undertaking will now transpire into a hurried spread, incorporating non existent ingredients. I surrender immediately to the undesirable outcome that dinner is off and appropriate actions should be taken in order to curtail any uncomfortable outcome for all. My twin flame and I instantly fall into polar opposition, shutting herself in our room. I mope around in the garden unsure of what to do with myself, yet I continue to fuel the flame of the horno oven. Knowing well that all have received word that dinner is off, I am surprised when Eduardo and children approach from the maize fields below. Looking like the party is to begin, I realize that the show must go on. Moments later Joy appears through the gate yielding a bag of the oh so evasive chicken, our main course. I tighten my belt and jump into action. During my torrid emotions I nip upstairs to inquire whether Lisana is going to hold presence. 
Peering into our room I discover her to be in an energetic coma, barely acknowledging me. I encourage her to join in the resurrection of such an awkward day. While witnessing her being unattainable, I accept my plight is to be solo. Albeit delayed, dinner is received by those present, Lisana does come down but appetite eludes her. On concluding my meal I become antisocial and tired from the days events. 
The morning begins with a contaminated sensation of the night before. I perceive an intense vibration of disparity and evasion from Lisana as she moves around in bed. In full awareness that this obstacle must be over come instantly, I rifle through our drawer of burnables for the sage bundle and palo santo. Sitting for approximately twenty minutes, filling the room with bellows of purifying smoke, I study Lisana as she resurfaces from her sub-dimensional quandary. She seems happy to see me and returns to her normal state of enlightened presence, it really feels like a welcome return. She admits to me an uncomfortable sense of having been taken over by the occupation of yet more exiting spirits; presumably provoked by our ceremony the morning prior. All I wish is to embrace the return of my twin flame and the opportunity to continue.
The next day I contract a stomach ailment that appears to be the transference of the shadow energies that moved through from spirit to physical.


Lisana -
Awareness of the thick aroma filling the room, I feel as if I have been gone for a longtime. All I see is  White Eagle sitting in front of me, welcoming me home. 

Hey Diddle Diddle......a feast In the middle, and the bull charged Into the moon

Lisana-
Before my eyes could open, my ears were tuning into the sounds of the cows being led out for the days ploughing onto the narrow dirt road that weaves right alongside the back of the farmhouse, continuing up one side of the valley. Impressed by the strength of these animals as I have watched them work in the maize fields below, they are an old breed, more like an oxen.  
I lie in bed wondering if it could be possible for them to run their horns through the mud wall of my home.

Today is 11/11,a powerful day, especially here in Peru for this pinnacle moment of shifting the frequency on Gaia. A perfect day to build a medicine wheel on the property, anchoring in the center of 2 vortices of the sacred valley. Our ceremony is done with intention following the ancients method of the 4 directions. We place crystals under the main rocks of each direction as well as the center stone where our Aboriginal dream time crystal will anchor. The outer ring is blessed with holy waters from around the planet, while ritual smudging imbues the circle with smoke. My crystal bowl is played as our voices bring a sound of harmony for unconditional love. A medicine wheel offers a powerful point of amplification and when set with a clear intention of love, holds enormous potential as a beacon.

The following morning, 11/12, another power day and for this we shall have a feast in celebration of Jay and Joe's birthdays, our two housemates. By word of mouth we invite our tribe, as well as our new friends of the valley. The potential could be as many as 30 people, excited by the prospect especially since we just moved in only a week ago. Jeremy completed the horno pizza oven in time for this gathering, you build it they will come proves to be accurate, as many friends arrive with their offerings, creating an evening of feasting around the new picnic table with a glowing fire and music to complete a spectacular night of celebration.

As the week unfolds it reveals to be full of diversity with much opportunity for connection while instilling our energy into the valley. Jeremy will take motion to ascend Apu Linli one of the amazing mountains that surrounds us. I will stay down below connecting with him remotely as we have done before. We charge the crystals together that are being offered to the mountain, while affirming our coherence. I have to admit being envious of earth walkers for they venture to lands I may never see in this body. 

The week continues with momentum, having been guided to the river today, where the ancient tree from the town square was dumped after removal. This tree has been an enormous charge for us, and now three weeks later we will conclude our efforts. We are to release the energy still stored in the massive splintered limbs which are piled beside the river, disposed like old unwantables and abandoned for decomposition. The ceremony is incredibly powerful and as I have been experiencing with this tree once again the energy wants to run through rather than around me. The intensity has me race off to leave the area, as the spirits were bountiful, swiftly embarking to their new station. All is complete, except one more deliberate action, that is to burn in sacred fire the pieces of wood that we acquired the day after the tree went down, as they are still holding energy that is incredibly disruptive. Our awareness that many people took pieces over the days that the tree laid in disparity. Attempting to hold fire, however each day brought with it an effort by nature to thwart us until the third day. When given a narrow opportunity before the rain to hold the ceremony, not only clearing our pieces, but all the pieces that many people had confiscated. It wasn't until the next morning that we realize how much this work was needed to open the energy that is direct connection to Intihuatana, the sun temple right above Pisac. This temple has an ancient cosmic rock which connects directly to Alcyone, our central sun. For this the temple emits quite possibly the highest frequency on the planet.

Jeremy -
The next day while enjoying a beautiful sunny morning at breakfast with Jay on the upper level, the doors wide open to the narrow wooden balcony transport me to an image of life in Italy. Lisana having left earlier for dance in the glass round house at PazYLuz, a familiar haunt for her and a comforting space. 
Gazing out over the terraces that step down onto the valley floor in front of our adobe villa, I notice the lethargic stagger of our landlord Rolando as he climbs towards the house. He offers me a hearty greeting as I join him in the garden and explains his hangover from the day before, claiming to have lost all of his money. I realize it's rent day albeit a little ahead of time. Accepting the money with his calloused hands he returns to the maize field below where he and two other farmers are working two teams of bulls.
Returning to breakfast and tea long enough for something to infuriate one of the beasts, having broken free of his harness decides to charge the other team. Jay and I spring up aghast at the spectacle. One of the small Incan farmers runs at full pelt while clinging onto the rope of the stampeding bull until losing his footing and then dragged into the dirt and through the corn stalks for about 20 feet. Letting go he seems alright but now it's futile to stop the charge.
Lungeing at the two animals harnessed together the situation seems drastic and extremely dangerous as Rolando joins in the skirmish with equal tenacity. I feel the psychology behind the bulls reaction as suddenly realizing the possible demise of one of them. It took seconds for their awareness to join, automatically turning 180 degrees like dance partners to face the individual aggressor as they stormed with a neutral demand. The single bull ran like a scolded youth. Our tea still hot, brings us back into the kitchen and to the discussion of tonights full moon.

The Sacred New Moon

Lisana-
The energy of the new moon in the sacred valley is proving to be a powerful one, allowing for quick manifestation of our hearts desires. Jeremy in particular, within this first week of living in our new home, has manifested by his own creation an amazing feasting picnic table, a horno pizza oven and the potential to have a couple of horses on the property. He has successfully cleared much of the property, pruned the sweet apple tree and made a cob floor for the new kitchen with the prospect of a hot tub on the horizon; while enjoying the camaraderie of our roommate Jay. My first night in our new home is filled with celebration as we host a new moon gathering, with sacred fire, drumming and song while imbued with community and love. Stories are shared of spiritual awakening and cosmic awareness with such beautiful openness.

Two days later we are called for ceremony up to Kinsa Cocha where hang in the sky 3 lakes and 3 sacred mountains; protection, fertility and wisdom, with one being struck by a meteor many thousands of years ago. We are guided by our new friend Kuti, a peruvian shaman who connected with Jeremy immediately upon our arrival. This being my first official hike where I actually wear on my back a daypack, I am challenged to be the galactic earth walker. Our walk in is met with the guardians of the mountains opening a clear path of sunshine instead of the impending rain storm, Kuti informs us that if we were not welcome the storm will surely chase us out. 
Kuti leads us as Jeremy watchfully follows, while I send a silent prayer to Gaia requesting safe passage. Shortly in Kuti offers to carry my pack and provides for me two walking sticks which prove to make all the difference. We stop at several spots along the trail while traversing the sides of the mountains which forms a chalice for the lakes, making offerings with our clear intention.
Sensing a gateway as we approach a rocky outcrop which stands high above the lake, we stop to hold ceremony calling in the heaven to earth connection. Whereby I sit on the large rock playing my singing bowl as Jeremy stands behind me with his citrine crystal aloft as well as his dream time lemurian quartz, directing the energy from the sun down into the earth. From there we descend to the headwater of the lake, where Kuti performs a traditional Incan cleansing ceremony. He seems surprised at our level of involvement as we readily contribute to the altar with our crystals, tobacco and gifts for Pacha mama (mother earth). Dipping our feet into the breathtakingly cold spring water allows for a very tactile moment as we are encouraged by our guide to each find a meteor stone, ensuring a return trip to Peru as prophesied by the Apus (mountain spirits).
The stunning panorama of vibrant colors with the shapes of the mountains gracing the back drop offers a magnificent monumountainous moment etched in time. Sharing earthen baked potatoes offered by an Incan villager who was just passing by at the perfect moment made for a sweet delight. My awareness of the Incan farmers working in the terraced slopes, as we pass by brings me to a thought of how they are at the top of the world planting their seeds by choice. That perhaps, they have no desire to descend to the lower as they exist in these higher realms. No need for cars or modern conveniences, for the space and vibration they maintain on the planet. Reminding me of the Tibetan monks holding the dream for many years on top of the sister mountains of the Himalayas.
After full circumnavigation of the lakes where our transport is awaiting us, we are quickly taken to a local Incan woman who offers us chicha (corn alcohol) drink. Her two beautiful children sit with us while Kuti and his taxi driving brother guzzle their corn beer down. Jeremy and I share one and with my first sip I assure to leave most in the cup for Jeremy to enjoy. A mix of sour and fermented maize creates an odd tasting beverage that I am sure after many generations one could acquire a taste for.
Moving close to the children I give them each a heart shaped serpentine stone, though they do not speak any english we connect with our hearts and have loving giggles. Such a sweet way to end a powerful day of work on the glorious slopes of Kinsa Cocha.

The Merging of our Worlds

Lisana-
Jeremy and I have traveled quite well together, up to a couple of weeks at a time, but we have never co-existed in the same living space. Now, with our 3 month journey to Peru, we shall be asked to merge our worlds. It really makes for an interesting and at times humorous story of our polarity in how we live on this earth. Jeremy, the ultimate earth man and for those of you that know us you have heard me reference him as my earth walker. It is clear I am a galactic and my experiences on the earth have been very limited. Having just camped for the first time this summer while working on Mount Shasta and now in Peru requiring a passport, are just examples of my naive exposure to this earth. Hotels and camping are entirely different from sharing a humble abode together and now we will find balance in our existence, bringing Heaven to Earth.
The merge was bound to take place after our week at PazYLuz's, as we knew we were searching for something affordable, that we can leave our belongings while we travel about. Now the morning is upon us when we are to move on to our next home, a bit leery for what is coming, I surrender to the possibilities. The taxi arrives to load up the luggage dropping us at the edge of town where we find a hostel that also offers horse back riding, called the Caballo. Jeremy being a fire horse in Chinese astrology is really enthusiastic over the prospect. The price was right, the convenience  perfect and Jeremy seems quite content with the modest amenities of the cowboy style quarters. My night was restless as I did not feel the room to be sanitary and the bed quite uncomfortable. Having to use the outside down the stairs bathroom a couple of times in the night added to my discomfort.
Arising at 6:30 we decide to explore an opportunity of a room in a shared house that our friend Jay spoke of just the day before.
Following the dirt road to the north of town into the beautiful valley we hope to come across Jay's location.This valley is nestled below the sacred ruins of Pisac and holds beautiful and magical energy. We walk to the roads end without discovering the house, heading back towards town we notice an old adobe farmhouse. Feeling this must be the one we enter the gateway to find Jay in front of his room-perfect timing. He shows us the room and shared kitchen and bath. Jeremy seems quite pleased with the prospect, I on the other hand am struggling with my 3D vision of the living quarters, though I do feel at peace with the location and the energy of the area. Having an outdoor bathroom will be a new experience for me especially when Jay announces there is no hot water. There is no hand rail down the concrete stairs that are quite precarious and while the outside kitchen sink is a stunning piece of pre-Incan stone carving, it is also new way of experiencing a life without the modern conveniences, inviting me to relinquish all attachments. 
Our room is dirty, with a broken window and a few built in shelves. Raw wood flooring makes it very rustic, this is an adobe built mud home and my partner is determined to get me into the earth. I do have resistance raring up and voice my concerns to Jeremy and Jay. I can see the sparkle in Jeremy's eyes that he loves the space but can I bring myself into the earth in this way, can I find comfort and maintain my high frequency?
As we walk to the market to have our breakfast we discuss the home and I can sense Jeremy's eagerness as well as concern for my happiness.
We start having a bit of struggle which is affecting our coherence. The diversity of our comfort levels are extreme and brings us to a peak of discordance where Jeremy is asking for me to make a decision about the home one way or the other. Hearing his frustration I decide to avoid the   decision and leave the horse hostel in an distraught state in order to explore an alternative. I seek a hostel that I have been wishing to check out while on my way I pass the Shaman store, where we had befriended the owner, Carlos. He sees that I am upset as I inquire where the hostel is and offers the directions just up the street and I am quickly on the path, hopefully for neutrality with Jeremy. I find, like and accept the possibility of staying at this hostel which offers clean rooms and comfortable beds with a friendly owner whom readily accepts me as family. Racing back to share my delight with Jeremy and that I have finally made a decision for us, I run in to thank Carlos sharing my elation. He jumps up offering assistance for us by using his cart to bring our luggage to the new home. I feel it is all too sudden and should thank him and say Jeremy has to see the room first, but I don't. I feel disempowered for some reason and succumb to his lovely offer. Racing to Jeremy at the Caballo I begin shouting at the window "Eagle Blanco, mi contender" When I enter the room his reaction is not what I expect. 
Now he is going to share his side of the experience.



Jeremy - 
As I lay in bed after a frustrating morning, thinking that we have found the ideal accommodation in order to leave our circus style gear behind, so as we can travel. I feel myself slipping into an unconscious state and at that moment frantic yells of "Eagle Blanco" followed by some galactic peruvian garble, I sit bolt upright almost sending my spirit into the wall in front of me. "Is this an emergency is Lisana being chased by someone?" After the door rattles for a second or two she comes crashing in announcing that she has the solution. 
Relieved to see that it is excitement and not panic I settle down a little on the edge of the bed to hear the news. She instructs me quite passionately to pack up and bring the bags downstairs, as someone is waiting. Peering out the window I realize the intent of relocation is well under way. 
Disharmony spirals around us and between our glances, having a gut feeling of being under someone else's control; not Lisana's but that of a local shaman who runs his store with a deft hand and pleasant yet extremely professional demeanor. It all seems very rushed, so I insist that Lisana thanks him for his kindness but will leave us to gather our possessions and a few thoughts. As soon as I feel the pressure dissipate, as Carlos exits the stable courtyard, I know I must surrender to Lisana's more sanitary needs. I probably have lowered the bar so low that she tripped over it. Indeed it would have been nice to have some transportation to the new lodging as fully knowing the next action is to haul my backpack, which is large and stuffed, along with half of Lisana's luggage. It's not too far of a reach, but after ten blocks of the small Peruvian cobbled streets, perspiration is building due to the ever changing high altitude cloud to clear temperature jumps. Simultaneously I notice Lisana's moist and slightly swollen eyes, from the exacerbating energy of our morning. Arriving at the three story hostel with orange steel gates we ring and wait. Greeted very cordially we are shown to our room via the clean concrete un-banisters stairs. Ours is the first room on the third floor balcony looking over the inner empty courtyard with an awesome view of the valley.The lush green carpet of maze offers a contrast to the rugged mountain walls that ascend at least three thousand feet only to be interrupted by the steel reinforcement bars extruding from the unfinished roof of the hostel. The polished tile room holds two beds, the larger is offered to Lisana while the other small yet clean and comfortable bed is tucked under the angled roof rafters, allowing around 4 and half feet of clearance on the higher side of the bed. I wonder if Lisana even considered the fact that I am six feet tall. We drop our bags while Lisana moves about her side of the room as I sit on the edge of my bed. I really feel like a child who doesn't know whether he just wants to get what he wants or whether we are disappearing into a comic like reality. The only thing I can do is to get out for a little space as it feels extremely claustrophobic, agreeing with Lisana I head back up the dirt road to the adobe to let Jay know that we will not be able to inhabit the farmhouse. As I walk down the narrow entrance way with a drop of a few feet to the terraced garden below, I come to the front of the building, to my astonishment, Jay the slight New Zealand spirit dancer has completely rigged up a banister and a sink awning, the unique construction of wire, salvaged wood and eucalyptus branches and the anchoring of the commonly seen rebar that protrudes from any unfinished concrete, was solid and will definitely secure Lisana an easy descent.

*without overlapping too much, going back to my viewpoint -

Lisana-
Arriving in the room of the hostel of my choosing Jeremy instantly points out why this situation is all wrong for him as the earth walker and how it would crush his spirit, with a simple gesture by standing up from the edge of the bed and pretending to bash his head on the beam. He leaves to let Jay know that we will not be staying even though I can feel the disingenuousness of his expression. Upon Jeremy's return he shares Jay's instant manifestation of the work that was needed and assuring the hot water will be working soon. Jeremy offers to clean and make ready the home for my comfort. Insisting that the low overhead will allow for exactly what we are looking for, he suggests I stay one night in the hostel whilst he goes straight to work on the adobe home and stays for the night. He calls on me later in the day to share a meal and part ways for the evening and though it is an agreed option it feels like separation when he says goodnight to me and walks off for his fourth journey to the farmhouse that day.
My new home is fixed to satisfactory specification and 
I now accept living in accordance with nature and perhaps a most necessary way for us to anchor the new energies into the earth.