Afternoon Whispers in Arequipa

Lisana-
On returning from Lake Titicaca we will stay in Arequipa the second largest city in Peru with Lima the first. Here we will part with Joy as she joins her family to head back to Port Townsend. 
The taxi driver upon dropping us tells Jeremy after their lengthy engagement that he thought he was speaking with christ.
With just a few days left before Christmas the town is bustling with the shoppers reminding me of any city I have lived in the United States during the holiday. The energy a bit consuming as I am feeling wide open and sensitive from the work on the lake. Stunned by the police presence Jeremy and I wonder is this just for the holiday shopping or is there something deeper going on, as usually is the case. While sitting we observe the obscured asymmetrical layout of the church in comparison to the square, we circle the square which is engulfed in the heightened charge of consumerism and the ostentatious display of shoppers. 

Jeremy-
From Lake Titicaca we head west by night to Arequipa, a fascinating city built by the Spanish on a semi arid dessert at the foot of three volcanoes in one of the most seismic areas known. As far as my brief research revealed, no indigenous people had dwelled here before.The oldest buildings being for religious purposes, a true stronghold for the catholic faith, with nunneries, numerous churches and the cathedral. It struck me as odd considering that back in the day there would have been very little else around this central complex of white stone monuments, an oasis of Conquistador wealth and spanish ideals. From the tallest rooftop restaurant on the square you can see over the whole city as it slopes away from the volcanoes toward the sunset. A height restriction for earthquake reasons maintains an uninhibited view of how the city has grown, with more recent cheaper buildings creating a tight circle around the holy compound within the city centre. I couldn't help but to imagine the place as a kind of prison or militarized religious headquarters.
Wondering around the market in the afternoon we become entangled in the mystery of this place and decide to re-enter the plaza with our energy investigator hats on. With a sense of humor in seriousness we survey our way through the arches, tracking the symmetry and geometry within the incredibly intentional design of the courtyard plaza. The fountain and cathedral seem to line up more with the larger of the three volcanoes than the plaza itself. With a certain trepidation I walk toward the steps and wrought iron gates that warm the entrance to the cathedral. As a grid worker (someone who follows ley lines), churches and religious monuments are often found on nodes, intersections of earth energy lines. So, respectfully I have entered many holy buildings, familiar with the Masonic knowledge of knowing how to create vibrational frequencies within the architectural design. I have allowed myself to experience the channel of divinity through such a space. My feeling on entering the Cathedral was of distrust, bad business and extremely low vibration, finding it difficult to understand these sensations, but never doubting my feeling.
Making our way back to the hostel we discuss our confusion over this story of our planet and the dynamics that have been in play for so long with so few knowing the truth. As we stare at an old one sol coin that we found in the plaza that morning with the symbol of the sun on it we lace a prayer for humanity with love and a gentle hand of change.