Serpent of the Lake

Jeremy -
Spending a few hours in the Plaza De Armas under the waxing moon, we engage with Cuscanians. Attracting the most inquisitive we play the crystal bowl while openly discussing the impending times for the most beneficial change in the world, insisting that all must project towards the positive dream. Concluding in the company of a shaman activist who wears bill boards crying out for change. 
After having a bite to eat we decide to go to the bus station, at this very moment we receive a phone call from Ahmed and the family declaring that they have just arrived in Cusco and are only 5 minutes away from the square. Meeting them we pile into a cab and proceed to the station with only moments in hand to secure tickets for the expanded group. All aboard we celebrate and settle for the overnight journey.
Puno reveals to be a hassle from the moment we arrive until the moment we board the boat to the island Amantani, a volcano which sits in the northern expanse of the lake. 
Upon the top of the island sit two temples on their respective peaks, the male on one side and the other Pacha-mama, the female. Arriving here for the full moon we acknowledge the opportunity to pay honor in ceremony to the much needed balance of the new world. The four men of our group climb the eastern peak for dusk, with the intention of surrendering masculine domination in order to make way for clarity and harmony with the divine feminine. A windy and emotional experience as each one of us speaks our prayers into the crisp evening air with a panorama of the lake surrounding us, snow capped mountains glisten in the Bolivian distance. As we prepare for our descent we notice a glowing patch of water about a mile or so east of the island, without the moon being visible the luminescence seems self manifesting. 

Lisana - 
While the masculine climbs Pachatata to honor the divine feminine, the feminine goes to the lake for ceremony. First offering crystals to the lady of the lake and then proceeding to sit by a statue of a stern looking man whom glares out to the lake with a pretentious aire of presence. I begin to play my bowl as the feminine tones with the crystalline sound giving thanks to the masculine for all that it has served while honoring the emergence of the divine feminine. At the end of ceremony two local little boys sat with us, recognition the new masculine energies are arriving.

Jeremy - 
Over breakfast we collectively create our idea for ceremony at pacha-mama. To our surprise Ahmed, our Egyptian friend announces his impending departure, immediately threatening the group dynamic. Knowing that shadow forces often try to negate the acceleration of the ascension process, I insist upon his realization of the importance of our numbers and with his particular role, he acquiesces in relative cooperation. Everyone gathers their tools to commence the hike up in the crystal clear atmosphere of the bright and beautiful day. In support, I walk with Lisana at the end of the string of light workers ascending 14000ft up the sacred mount, the thin air makes for slow going yet allows for deliberation. Arriving at the temple we all drink in the incredible view, somewhere towards the middle of the northern part of this enormous high altitude fresh water sea. Creating our altar for the centerpiece of the ritual with everyone placing power objects on the Incan cloth in a heart shaped collection of rocks that lay in the clear flat space outside the temple. Our sense of unity and commitment buzzes around the party with an ever increasing potency. After smudging with palo santo and aqua de florida, we assume our positions in the circle, twelve strong. We begin toning as the energy connects us in the dream of our light creation, stepping forward into the center Joy, Ahmed and myself hold the triangular formation. Eduardo, Brie, Bjorn and Gigi hold the four directions as Lisana and the children representing the five elements encircles us, allowing for her crystal bowl to sing. The ceremony heightens into a sweet cacophony of vibrant sounds and fluid movements, with incredible intensity as each person slides into a state of magnetic majesty. Joy dances crouched to jumping, Ahmed expands in rhythmic convulsions while I thump the drum and throat sing. Encased by the golden glares from the four directions and enveloped with the sound of crystal tones, we throw a column of light above us connecting with the sun spinning the disk of our ultimate dreams for all to be embraced with love. 

Lisana -
After departing Amantani the boat stops on another island called Tequila island. There is a steep hike up and through the town and then down the other side where the boat will await. I choose to stay behind not making the climb, stealing moments of solitude as well as a perfect opportunity to deeply connect with the lake. Everyone else takes off to visit the isolated island, the day is stunningly beautiful with the intensity of the sun revealing as the morning progresses. The captain and I alone on the ship make light conversation and take our positions of comfort. Beginning on the roof of the boat I then heed a beckon to get into the water by the rocky edge. It is quiet, still and magical, no one is around. I remove my clothing and wade into the still water allowing her gentle touch to envelope me, the warmth of the sun compensates for the chill of this deep lake. It has been a couple of hours when I hear the voices of the group returning. After their long, steep hike everyone is hot and decides to jump off the boat into the water, there is much joy and celebration of the moment as they all swim in this sacred liquid light. Our boat returns us to Puno for the night where we all unwind and plan tomorrows mission.

Jeremy -
An evening of feasting promenading and joking in Puno allows for us to relax in the busy service town. While unsure of our next destination our group reduces by one. On awakening the next day we have understanding of our impending group separation, with Joy, Lisana and myself heading for Bolivia and the Isla de Sol. The eleven of us cram into two taxis and drive twenty miles towards the Bolivian border to the small temple sight of fertility, where after negotiating a small fee we engage in an intuitive act of elevating the vibration within the pre-Incan stone walls. The feminine lead with offerings and devotion while the men hold space as I drum in support. A tearful farewell divides us into the returning group and the ones to journey forward. Two hours later Joy, Lisana and I run the gauntlet of the Peruvian-Bolivian border and thence on to Copacabana to rest for the night before embarking by boat to the northern side of Isla de Sol, the day before solstice. Contemplating the location of our ceremony we trust that the northern tip will provide for us the correct point of projection to send the kundalini energy from the closest center point of the lake to all directions in the most amplified manner. The trek brings us to an obvious point of beauty and appropriate locale. Investigating a large stone table which stands amongst several archeological points of interest as we snack to consider our actions. During this time I study the place and become dubious of the authenticity of this monolith, perfectly carved cubes of stones surround the mesa with false significance. The center stone slab is propped unconvincingly on smaller rocks, I bring myself to the belief that the cubes have been relocated from a more ancient structure.
Mentioning this I suggest we explore a little further and within a hundred yards another temple comes into view. Obviously Incan and not of ancient creation we observe more stone cubes randomly placed within the walls of this temple known as the Chincana. My suspicions of something a lot older 
still occupies my mind yet diminishes with insignificance as we all acknowledge this sight to be magnificent for our purpose. The rock structure overlooks a pristine beach with clear waters while sheltered by a pyramid peak a short journey north at the very tip of the island. Dividing our crystal offerings of garnet, lemurian aboriginal dream time quartz and churt from Stone henge we split into three aspects. Joy descends to the beach, Lisana holds in the heart of the temple and myself climbing the elevated peak.  


Lisana-
The experience of crossing an imaginary border brings up memories of movies for me. The unspoken intrusive density that hovers around with gun holding police in barricades of intimidation brings about immense stress. The three of us are seated in the last row of the bus, so the effort to disembark takes a bit of time with the clock counting down from the forewarned "20 minutes or we leave without you". Already my heart is pounding and with lack of sleep and the intense energy I am feeling drained. We try to stay together but Jeremy runs off after the visit on the Peruvian side as Joy and I attempt to translate what is being said. They take my very important paper as I plead I was told never to lose it, but they insist. 
As we walk across the dirt road around the police and barricades we enter the Bolivian side, while waiting in line we see Jeremy run back to the Peruvian side again. Approaching the window they tell me I need another stamp and send me to the Peruvian side as well and Joy joins me for the same reason. Knowing the time is down to the final 2 minute warning I am out of breath and now having to run back up the hill to the Bolivian side once again. Thoughts of being left behind and that Jeremy and Joy will make it as they are moving faster, I surrender. Out of no where a Bolivian man steps close to me and says "tranquilo, no problem."
He can see that I am struggling and all but crawling to cross the finish line. Insisting that the bus will not leave without me, I look directly at him and believe he will take care of me. He walks me right to the office and while standing there in desperate need for water as the altitude is higher and the sun intense, he walks off and returns with a bottle of water for me. He escorts me back to the bus to join my awaiting friends, I am the last one on and as he gets in to the drivers seat of the bus he reveals himself not only as an angel but the driver as well.
After a restless night in Copacabana we head to the much awaited moment to be on the Isla de Sol. This is to be the greatest of all the missions for our Peruvian journey and for me personally my highest directive.
After a morning of disruptive energy towards the twin flames we arrive to the island with an attempt to regain our balance and coherence. Joy feeling the energy as she always is able to tell if we are in coherence or not, like a guardian of twin flames she has a connection with us from the first day she took me to meet Jeremy and maintains deep care of our success. She attempts to engage in conversation to lift my energy, offering snacks as well as her love and support. Nothing seems to shift my heart energy, only time and clearing. 
Upon awakening the next morning the twins are clear and coherent and ready for solstice and the raising of the kundalini energy from Chile up through this second chakra. We have all surrendered to the possibility we cannot make it to the south side of the island where the well known temple of the sun is located. However Jeremy insists that we go north first and see how we do in the time allotted on this most powerful day.
The hike is a bit challenging due to the high altitude at 12,500 feet however this enables the views of the lake to be extraordinary. Making our way as we are guided by the whispers in the wind, finding ourselves at the sacred spot of the Chincana ruins which lie on the northern most tip of the Isla de Sol. I begin going through a maze like structure of half walled buildings that lead me around and through to the other side. Joining back with Joy and Jeremy as they announce where they are being called, it feels like separation and I have discomfort around this. I am insistent on staying in the temple while Joy is compelled to be down by the water and Jeremy has a great desire to ascend the small mountain which hovers over the ruins. Acquiescing to their wishes I trust it is for the highest good as it always is. 
I set up and altar on the ancient large flat rock as I watch the two make their way to their potent spots. While I begin playing the crystal bowl I can see out of my squinted eyes several women have gathered in prayer with me. I make note of Jeremy's location and connect with both he and Joy to pull down the kundalini energy from where Jeremy stands through my being and send on to Joy at the lake and raise it where it flows through my temple.
We are not separated we are tri-located in order to accomplish this, really quite brilliant and necessary. The ceremony is a complete success and the women that held space with me thanked me for allowing them to join in this high moment. They point out that right next to me, hidden from my view by a wall is  an ancient spring called Tijuanaca and in the moment the words fell from her mouth I knew this is where the aboriginal dream time crystal shall go. Let the seeds of creation of the new consciousness birth from the womb of the planet, so it is.