Light Ops - Cusco

Jeremy-
We prepare ourselves for what we consider to be our most important mission of the journey to Peru, that of Lake Titicaca, the planets second chakra. We connected days before with a wonderful family of light, through process with plant medicine which was led by an egyptian fellow named Ahmed. Sensing their willingness to assist in the joy of bringing heaven to earth, we mention to the group they would be most welcome to join us on our journey to the sacred lake.
Lisana and I depart for Cusco, the first leg, early on Sunday initiating the journey by depositing crystals in the ancient temple of the sun, which lies beneath the cathedral in the main plaza of the bustling Incan capital. Also having the desire to surmount the location above Cusco an enormous pre-Incan ruin called Sacsayhuaman, where huge interlocking stone blocks are beyond anyone's comprehension of how this monument was constructed. 
On arriving in Cusco from Pisac we amble around the city center like tourists, finding some food in the almost modern feeling ancient city, we plot our day. First stop we enter the Templo de la Compania de Jesus which is overly adorned with catholic icons of the bloody christ and tortuous images on every wall. To our delight there is access to a basement chamber where statues of Mother Mary, Jesus, Mary Magdalene and the spanish queen of the time, surrounds a small hole in the sanctuary's floor, revealing large stone blocks of the pre-Incan temple below. In amazement and gratitude for this window of opportunity we slowly lower ourselves onto the cold stone surface as to avoid the cameras glare that are hung on the walls. I reach into the chamber below to throw the crystal intended for this place into a stone corridor that disappears beyond our sight. As if nothing is unusual about our actions we exit the chamber and out of the church. Feeling a sense of accomplishment with our covert action we reward ourselves with a cup of tea and an amber ale for me, in an Irish pub just off the square. To my delight there is the Peruvian championship football final on the tv. There is quite a charge in the bar as Cusco plays Lima, a sense of the Incans vs. the conquistadors amuses my mythical mind. Not being able to stay the duration of the game we follow our dutiful inclination to continue our mission for the day. Hailing a cab on leaving Paddy's, we engage on the next stage of our spiritual espionage, negotiating the price we jump into Rogers cab. I explain our work and intention to the driver as if it is normal conversation, it is not a far reach for the locals here to have the awareness of galactic pre-Incan beings as the surrounding hills and valleys hold evidence of their most incredible ancestor. Roger, a pleasant family man seems to engage automatically with us in full commitment and assistance. Arriving at the kiosk we deliberate over the price and inappropriateness of charging $30 each, I am not against all tariffs, but we are on divine guidance and by the decree of the galactic federation. 
Like disappointed children we rejoin the cab with dismayed expressions, knowing that it is not within our budget yet prohibition is not acceptable. Collaborating with us, Roger declares the knowing of an illegal entry point. Cruising the parameter of the site he points to an opening in the hedge and pulls up to it, suggesting we leave our belongings including Lisana's extremely expensive crystal bowl on the back seat, while we intrude into the paid zone. We do so like snipers of light, only to be apprehended 20 meters into the open field. The walkie talkie holding ranger calls us to attention and then approaches. With all earnesty I explain that we are not here to linger and take snap shots, our only intention is to deposit crystals representing the constant flow of love within the universe, and the desire to gift this energy to pacha-mama in the most potent location. She instantaneously turns her back and gestures us forward in the direction of which we need to go. Mingling amongst the many tourists we weave our way through the maze of intricately placed perfectly sculpted stones, to an entrance way that indicates energetic potency. Both Lisana and I take a kneeling position as 3 young ladies wielding their high class cameras try to forge their way through. One of whom energetically recognizes the need to follow our protocol and automatically drops to one knee, and then stands to follow her friends as if nothing had happened. We acknowledge her subconscious participation as we nod her forth. After asking the spirits permission to enter we follow on, working our way up to the highest point of the temple ruins with haste and a sense of heightened importance. We approach a restricted area that is delineated by ropes, prohibiting any further advancement. This is the moment when I realize my rightful indulgence of the amber ale, as I am not encouraging of necessarily breaking the rules but having a little dutch courage I accept the instructions of my super consciousness. Within a few strides reach, is the goal of our divine purpose. I breach the forbidden zone and make a dash for the center chamber of the complex, hearing the whistle blow I know I only have one choice, to turn a blind eye and reach for the ascension bullseye. As if in slow motion, I release the crystals from the palm of my hand and watch them float into the heart of the sacred throne. My mind flashes back to the soccer game as I hear the spirits cry in elation, GOAL! I turn immediately to face the ranger placing my hands together in prayer, to announce "only a gift for our Mother Earth" and then promptly run and hurdle the rope to appease the official as he fully accepts my excuse. 

The price of 30 soles can buy a lot, married with the sense of spiritual importance. I give the sum to our trusted driver, as he returns us to the plaza in front of the cathedral.