Path Of Manco Capac

Jeremy-
Four days later as agreed with Lisana, I find myself back at the monastery with our friend Bjorn, to follow the path that Manco Capac and his wife "mama Ocllo" took on their journey from Lake Titicaca to Cusco valley, where they established the Incan empire by thrusting his staff into the ground. 
We believe that this route from Pachatusan to Cusco has significance in the delivery of the new earth's transitional codes. The walk will take us at least 10 hours beginning with an extreme incline which I had experienced previously with Lisana, but to then crest the mountainous ridge and traverse the altiplano that gently slopes down towards San Jeronimo, (my spanish namesake) and then onto Cusco. We are to meet with Patty and Lisana to conclude this chapter with the cutting of the umbilical cord at the sun temple of Coricancha, where upon stands the Cathedral of Santo Domingo. Bjorn and I delight in the beauty that surround us, paying homage to the flowers and birds and the symmetry within cactus, while considering the effort needed to ascend this stoney pathway. Manco Capac who was considered to be an ascended master also known as Amuru muru was the first king of the Incan empire, he was the protector of the sun disc, brought from the mother land of Mu that was used as a tool for capturing and reflecting galactic intelligence sent to earth. Somehow the path has a mythical twin in the way that modern Peruvians follow this same trail from Cusco to the Monastery to honor Christ and the divinity that flows from this mountain vortex.
My wonderful compatriot, Bjorn a fit 45 year old, has fresher legs than I, as he exuberantly dictates a keen pace and chats away no problem. On the other hand I find myself a little disorientated and feeling that I am carrying some extra weight, even though I am not packing nearly the amount of crystals that I had 2 days prior. We need to thread the connection between the mountain and the highest of all Incan temples, the Coricancha which was the sun discs home before the spanish invasion. 
As we reach the saddle separating the sacred valley and the altiplano we observe cave entrances and ceremonial sights that we are to stay clear of, as our journey has to be unhindered and any encounters with guardian spirits or shadow dwelling energies should be avoided.  Crystals are meant to be offered to spring waters, with some appearing from the earth near cave entrances.
Bjorn rejoices at my perfect pitch when my crystal lands in the middle of a 2 foot diameter pool from about 60 feet.
A few more twists on the trail take us beneath an Incan herder sitting on the highest knoll, naturally a gate keeper. Offerings of coca leaves sends us swiftly by with smiles, as we approach the corridor of ascension, delineated by two short walls separated by a 15 foot gap. The grassy slope gently inclines, drawing you up towards the sky, as we reach the gateway the altiplano spills out in front of us with scattered circular pools of crystal clear water. The jagged peaks of Pachatusan and attached cousin mountains stand as giant monoliths on the edge of this verdant pasture. Small herds of llamas graze amongst the andean splendor. We study the rocks that house tiny succulents, spreading their pattern like the flower of life over all that would entertain it. The largest of the ponds is the highest and receives a fine quartz crystal pyramid along with the delight that Bjorn's eyes shine upon the occasion.
We continue steadily beyond the beauty of the high natural realm and after a few hours descend into the noise and pollution of the modern Cusco.
The following day Lisana, Patty and I march upon the Coriconcha with the seriousness of surgeons and the conviction of magistrates. We pay the fee and choose a deliberate path through the courtyard and cloisters of the cathedral, only affording glances at the remaining Incan edifices held like prisoners within the spanish enclave. Exiting the building for the garden exhibits, we must look like a party late for lunch, until we reach the foot of the steps and the threshold of our ritual site.
A central stone shaped with laser precision like the main component of a wheel hub was placed within a circle of perfectly carved cubical stones. The terraced walls that surround the rose garden courtyard are some of the largest and most perfectly created in Peru. This is an exposed site for ceremony, there are tourists, security guards and suited clerks all over the place. Fortunately there was no one in the garden, and no sign saying to stay off the grass, so we commence.
Lisana with bowl in hand enters the circle, Patty stands with her etherial swords by her sides in a formidable warrior stance just outside. I am to prepare, clear and stabilize the field which I do by walking around the circle creating a spiral with my wand. I tone deep and guttural in a way that quickly activates the passageways between the earthly and heavenly realms. This particular occasion calls for the cutting of the cord that tied us to the old paradigm and has been contaminating the grid, and to re-establish the channel for pure love only. 
Patty steps into the circle close to where Lisana lies prostrate groaning as she spins between time and space. The swords of Michael are clapped together in one swift move. Patty resolved, exits and I step forward to close and clean the wound, whilst the crystal bowl maintains the frequency of the high heart chakra. Assisting Lisana to her feet we collect our tools and make for a low key retreat, as we are clearly being watched by many that seem to be fascinated with the spectacle. Not looking for attention we lower our shoulders and slip through the closing curtains of the walkie talking employees, lingering for a moment amongst the exhibits of the main halls as not to be disrespectful. I have great interest to go beyond these walls so as nothing can be undone. 

Love Lies Bleeding

Lisana-
The call I make to Jeremy is urgent as the equinox approaches and my belief that timing is tantamount. Having now extended my time in Peru twice it will be this day, of what would have been my return flight, that I now call Jeremy with a request for him to re-unite with me in a most powerful mission, potentially our most difficult. No one else can fulfill this but my twin flame, for it is not just his skills, more so the effectiveness of our shared vibration and that will make this a successful mission. 

Jeremy-
As soon as I accept the recall to Peru it seems as though a screen of interference is laid upon us. Numerous calls are made incomplete conversations with news of ticket prices escalating with complications for Patty and Lisana in Cusco, computer anomalies and banking issues all present obstacles for flight. 
The crunch occurs when a ticket purchase sends me running to the airport, 2 1/2 hour journey in the middle of the night, to bounce at the check-in from a failure of purchase.
A repeat trip to the airport the following night as Lisana assures me that the purchase went through for the next red eye.
Already weary I embark on a twenty two hour journey which seems to go relatively smoothly. Rewarding me with a familiar feeling as I jump the taxi van in the bustle of Cusco, my senses delight in the nuances of the Andean air.

Lisana-
Upon Jeremy's arrival we reconnect our hearts affirming in a moments glance after our long embrace. He returns fully embodied as White Eagle, I receive him back to the land of the condor. 
This mission will take us up a very powerful mountain, Pachatusan, meaning the sustainer of the planet. At the base stands the monastery holding the christed energy. While below in the valley holds a blanket of beautifully rich shades of burgundy, the world's capital of amaranth being harvested from this small town of San Salvador, meaning holy savior.
Our day begins early for this will be my first official big mountain hike and understandably to ascend the mountain and return we must have an early start. Jeremy will carry all of our altar tools, including many crystals, a pyramid, his ceremonial handmade full length leather coat, wand and other needed (or so we thought) items. I will be asked to carry my own water as well as my singing bowl, this already is too much and I am sure will slow me down. We are climbing a mountain that can reach the tops of the Andean clouds at about 16 thousand feet, this altitude coupled with my first ascent is going to be extreme for me. But how can it be fair if Jeremy is already packing 30 pounds to burden him with more.

Jeremy-
While celebrating the beauty of the amaranth fields with Lisana on our way to the monastery I feel compelled to declare to the couple of Peruvian kindly folk that in England we have the name of "love lies bleeding" for this scarlet annual. 

Lisana-
The van delivers us to the monastery where we stop at the holy waters to anoint our heads as we request permission to approach this most powerful mountain.
Reaching the large rock where we held ceremony months ago and deposited a phantom quartz crystal that must now be recovered to take to the top of this sustaining Apu.
Already feeling the intensity I am alarmed and share with Jeremy that I am having difficulty staying grounded. His attention offers the energy needed for the moment to assist my plight. We continue on this first level of the mountain with clear skies offering a view of the craggy castles that line the magnificent ridge. Jeremy's innate sense of direction on the planet is a marvel, I completely trust his awareness and skills, surrendering entirely to his guidance.


Jeremy-
Having guided people before and being a lover of camping in  nature, I have a pretty clear understanding of the dangers of dramatic weather. Therefore it is odd why we would ascend without sleeping bags or shelter. I believe some part of me is convinced we can get down today, yet the reality is never more expected as this will be an overnight journey. However, I did prepare for some eventualities, although finding myself quite hindered by the load of crystals that we agreed to bring. We enter a small adobe village that cultivates the lower slopes of the mountain, numerous streams carve their passage through the sweet, lush, green turf and channels for irrigation. Continuing upwards we reach the highest house where we investigate our best possible route beyond. Being stalled by tethered bulls we backtrack to renegotiate from the house, where appears a gentle Incan man with a lovely smile. Leandro ushers us into his home, where we stand in one chamber which is separated from the wood fired kitchen by a half door. The essence of a simple traditional life permeates the fabric of this dwelling.
On entering you are presented with a more than life size depiction of Jesus Christ that all but overwhelms the space. The few other possessions disorderly gathered around the edges of the room hold audience to the portrait, obviously painted by Leandro himself. The moments spent felt thick and heartfelt with the allowance for us to look deeply into each others eyes. 

Lisana-
The modest space is imbued with his wisdom and sacredness of his ancestry, sharing with us living water from the mountain and guidance for our journey, Leandro suggests that we sleep on the mountain. Insisting to put us on the right path he leads the way offering to carry while assisting me with a few tough spots. I have a feeling he is going to be aiding us on our journey from his watchful position. As he reveals our path he states to us that he will be up the mountain in the morning to recover his sheep which are grazing I have a sense he will check on us as he is aware of my fledgling ascent.

Jeremy-
From the monastery to the village our pace was slow but deliberate until it slowed a little more until the breaks became longer. Already having taken an hour and half we are barely on the mountain and happily wave farewell to Leandro after his boost of energy in accompanying us and receiving his full blessing on our journey of ascension, for this allows a marker that we have made some progress. 
Weaving our way through eucalyptus groves and into lofty rock fields, the cactus grow more plentiful as must our sure footedness, as a stumble could result in punctures and thorny entanglement with the euphorbia milii (crown of thorns).  

Lisana-
I can feel that level two of this mountain with the narrow sheep trail adds additional intensity, slowing me down we have to make several stops on this part of our journey as I make endless 90 degree turns all the way to the last level with it's steeper incline and no real trail. 

Jeremy-
I am quickly realizing that we will be lucky to reach the peak this day let alone a return, my focus becomes directed toward gaining as much altitude as well as seeking a safe campsite, aware that Lisana has not much left in her for further exertion. 

Lisana-
Suddenly I find myself facing almost vertical climbs, several times I have to call out to Jeremy to assist as I hang on the side of this mountain with nothing to grip to. Surprised, as my feet have no ledge or rock to rest on and as my hands reach there is nothing to grab; I sense I am about to slide down. "Help" I cry out "Jeremy, I have nothing to hold onto". Quickly he removes all the gear to rush to me offering his hand. Realizing this is now quite difficult I can only hope it doesn't continue in this way. Not really sure how long we have been nor does it even occur to me that we may not get back down tonight, Jeremy stops declaring we will have to sleep here and that he will scout out a safe place. I try to find a spot to hold tight to while he leaves me. Calling out to him as he disappears from my sight pleading his return for I realize how dependent I am to his care, I trust him fully.
With a disappointing tone in his voice upon his return he declares he cannot find a cave or overhang, and that we will have to camp out on the flattest surface he could find which is a rock that sticks out like a balcony to the valley below. Guiding me there he quickly begins to set up camp and asks for me to stay out of the way. I am having a bit of vertigo as the valley below is distracting giving a sense I will fall at any given moment.
It is getting dark and I can always tell when he is stressed, his patience is quite low for me, so I try to stay out of the way while I follow his command to gather rocks for the fire ring.
He sets up our make shift tent with a heavy poncho and my small wool blanket, admittedly we were lacking equipment.
We will have to lie still and compact and though I am not thinking about anything with fear I am concerned I will take on dampness.
We settle in with the fire right by the opening where he will tend throughout the evening, or so we think. Within the first hour pacha-mama decides to pour her love onto us in the form of tears, rain that is and it is so hard on the tarp I cannot hear Jeremy. While lying paralyzed under the deluge I recall him telling me a year ago about the consequence of being cold and wet and now the relevance has crashed into my reality. I yell out in urgency for I feel I am doing something wrong, "Jeremy I'm getting wet, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry".
Then I feel it pouring in and now I am soaked, we can't move or it will be worse so we hold tight. The rain breaks after about 30 minutes, quickly Jeremy jumps up and commands me over to the rocky edge off the sodden ground where he lays down a blanket for me to sit on. Aware he is that I have been running so cold for the entire time in Peru his attention is fully on my well being. Covering me with the foil thermal sheet he sets hot rocks around my feet and between my legs. Already shivering and uncomfortable I surrender to the moment as the realization we cannot get down this mountain tonight and we are wet and cold and nothing will change that until the break of day, about 9 hours away.
Jeremy joins me under the foil, face to face with our foreheads touching and when I peer out to the sky I see a huge lightening bolt and declare that we are like jiffy-pop popcorn. Jeremy doesn't seem to get it, maybe he is too worried or maybe the British didn't have jiffy-pop.
With the fire out and now the rocks cooling off and the intensity of the lightening Jeremy decides that we will lie on the ground placing the tarp over us as there will be no way we can sit for the duration of the night on the edge of this mountain head to head. With teeth chattering and my body convulsing I grow aware that I am at the mercy of Jeremy's care and his love.

Jeremy-
Knowing not to be in fear whilst factoring in possible dangers during a climb, is necessary. The lack of a shelter would be a problem depending on how hard and when the rain would fall.
I had assumed there would be rain as my recollections of staring at this mountain from afar without a cloud upon it were few and far between. Being one of the tallest mountains in this section of the sacred valley there would often be a daily dusting of snow left from the night times theater. While digesting the possibilities of our hike on the way up I made an agreement - to keep Lisana alive no matter what.
Part of our worksheet was to remove an earth virus from the grid that the node of this mountain represents and to allow the regenerative energy that this vortex channels to be unhindered. 

The worst case scenario happens, the rain pours down uncontrollably, it doesn't matter whether we have a tent, this kind of rain turns the mountain side into a torrent in every direction downward. Although I remain calm I know we are in for it. Now that we are both wet I feel the need to be on high alert. Thankfully the fire lasted long enough to heat the rocks and will be our first line of defense. Followed by half hourly position changes with periodic forced movement sessions. I spend a lot of the night laying on top of Lisana while breathing down her neck insisting in full responses of her condition and level of well being.
To my amazement she never once complains, is always prepared to laugh and holds an innocence to the predicament we are in.
It isn't until we both admit to each other how cold we are, that my concern peaks. I feel we are approaching the darkest hour before the dawn, when I begin to flood with feelings of surrender. Flashing back to the meaning behind "love lies bleeding" and the reason for announcing this in the beginning of our journey. The symbolism intoxicates me and triggers an opening of my heart. I stream tears while sobbing out loud, for the sight of a woman, mother, priestess crawling up the side of a mountain to pray and worship the connection between all things through love and determination for change in the highest. For some reason this act shifts the reality paradigm and the realization that ceremony has begun. Lisana commences to wretch involuntarily, we now seem to have a new set of problems as I can barely hold onto her as she purges into the darkness below. Each time she groans I feel a surge of scourged energy roll through my etheric body and release it back into the universe to be transmuted to the light.
This goes on until we are both delirious and exhausted and just when I feel a gentle returning to a normal state of mind Lisana lets out a primal scream which reverberates off the many enormous cliff faces over hanging the sacred valley. Now, much to our surprise we apparently feel warm throwing back our covers we witness the brightest corona around the waning moon as we proceed to kneel and pray to the mountain for permission to establish a pure conduit to connect the core of mother Gaia to the galactic central sun, through the twin flame coded signatures of unconditional love, where our "love lies bleeding". 

      

The Waiting Room

Jeremy -
After several weeks my sense of purpose seems more absent than ever, I squirm in the discomfort of absolute idleness. Although I am not motionless, as good progress is made in the construction of my friend's wood shop. 
Spending my days doing carpentry in the cold and the evenings in contemplation whilst sitting on a wooden box by the stove, the wind whistles through the cracks of the unfinished structure as forest critters scratch for entry. Time feels difficult, the moments monotonous and drawn. I can't seem to access the process in which I was so heavily involved. I feel like I am sliding down a gradual slope, turning to movies and beer to quell my discomfort. What I don't realize is that I am slowly moving toward the understanding that I am in the waiting room. This doesn't actually become clear until week seven, when I receive a phone call from Lisana insisting that my presence is required back down in Peru. Confused and somewhat frustrated I question the invitation, surely Lisana is aware that I do not have the funds to do such a thing, but the idea intrigues me. I have missed being in Peru where I felt so comfortable yet stimulated by the natural harmonics which flow through the culture and mountain rivers. 
"How!" I retort in our second conversation about the subject, "I am willing, even excited but I need to know that this is absolutely necessary". Lisana delivers her beliefs and her guidance on how essential this act of return will be, initiated by a pilgrimage to one of the 12 sacred mountains of Peru, Pachatusan.    

Toward the end of our conversation Lisana states that our good friend Patty is wanting to sponsor us for this full endeavor. With only a few days to get there before the equinox, I accept to take the journey.

Mending Broken Hearts

While not having my earth walking twin flame with me, spirit has called in other earth walkers, assuring that I continue to go where is necessary. Perfect synchronicity reveals as before I know it I am in a 4 hour council meeting in the 3D realm with Patricia and the earth walker. A local Peruvian man, whom he and his wife had seen me for sometime awaiting opportunity for right timing to engage. His deep roots with the Incan culture combined with his crystal knowledge and earthing abilities make for a perfect ambassador. After revealing all the places Jeremy and I had gone he acknowledges it was a perfect path and offers that I must now go up to the very mountains which Jeremy did just months ago. Of course he understands that it is not of my knowing how to walk on the planet as he does, thus suggests transport which will get us most of the way. His deep roots to this sacred land provides wisdom allowing access to the grid where I must physically reach.

Our first trip will be on the mighty Linli, whom I honor not only for a great protector, but the twin flame of the maiden, who awaits her beloved from across the valley. Patricia, William and I will be driven by a local man holding the understanding of what must be. Our ascension is met with many turns, passing several villages of beautiful indigenous radiant beings. Children peer at us while sheep, ox and dogs line the path as our courageous driver takes the steep muddy bends with care assuring our safe passage. Stopping suddenly as there is a downed tree on the path and a vehicle ahead of us with local tribe attempting the removal. The village women take the opportunity to pick flowers and herbs while the men pull together to move this heavy tree. Our team jumps out offering assistance. Making these connections I realize we now have an escort to take us to a noble point where we will continue the journey by foot. I offer to play my crystal bowl for this beautiful community, of course with interpretation as I am the only non spanish speaker standing on the sacred ground. I am not sure what was spoken but it must have been accurate enough as everyone took a stance of receiving when I made motion to kneel before them removing my bowl from it's padded case. I know the power of sound and yet only in the United States, among english speaking people. Now, a true test of the crystalline sound, does it transcend language? I begin to play and as always with eyes shut I can feel the reverence of the moment and when I stand to offer the sound for each individual I see all of them holding beautiful space with their eyes closed, receiving the sound and my love. Tears begin to well up as I approach each of them to kiss and thank them for allowing me to enter this magnificent portal for which they know as their home. As we begin to walk off I wonder what they thought, assuming they have never seen or heard a crystal singing bowl, especially being played by a fair skinned gringo, maybe they think I am an alien.
The hike is somewhat easy for me and I am not sure why. It certainly has moments of challenges that I am able to transcend with grace, as if pacha mama is lifting me and gliding me across her. I feel light as I jump across rocks and streams while ascending to higher altitudes. This earth walker is taking me through 3 door ways, ending at the last where we will hold our ceremony. Amazing as not being able to speak with him, I am able to communicate. He like all the earth walkers that I have been with does the splendid act of turning around at just the right moment when I need help with his hand reaching towards me for assistance; in gratitude every time this happens. This is a Peruvian man that has not been around me nor heard stories of how I have been assisted, he showed up and knew exactly what to do with me on the earth. 
Arriving at the 3rd doorway we set up a shared altar as Jeremy and I have always done. William brings his crystals and places them on my cloth. The constant threat of rain is thwarted off by Linli, though later we confirm it had rained substantially down in Pisac. The four of us sit on the grassy slope of the peak of this Apu, with the sun making an appearance at the height of ceremony offering us warmth in the chill of the high Andean atmosphere. Linli has waited a very long time to re-unite with his twin flame, with both having broken hearts from separation. Now we will join the two with a rainbow bridge allowing their unconditional love to flow through the valley. After the ceremony I notice that on the very spot we sat tiny little white flowers have opened and continue to open in front of our eyes. Crystals are deposited, one being a heart for Linli and the days efforts are completed as we make our way back down this majestic mountain. With great surprise when Patty and I get in the car I look down at my feet and a newspaper with Ashtar Sheran waving hi to us with a affirming gesture solidifies the day with such joy, Patty says she has never seen his image on any Peruvian paper.
On the next day our mission takes us to Nuesta, the maiden to offer her Linli's. heart, connecting the two allowing the mending of broken hearts of the twin flames of this sacred valley. Delighted she accepts our efforts and the re-union ignites with passion of the Apu's. 

Five Warriors in Five Minutes

After almost 4 months of living in the adobe farmhouse in Chihuanco it is time for the temple of light to move. The interfering energies have been relentless and the vortex must subside, for now anyway. At first I felt I have failed in some manner that I could not hold the space, for this was the reason I thought I extended my stay in Peru. However, now revealing as had never been the 3D locale for the temple, while also a divine plan to sequester me for protection, I am at peace with the relocation. We raised the frequency here at this most potent energy line, the temple is where ever I go.
Though I will miss this adobe, even after the initial shock of first glance where I could not imagine being able to maintain my vibration in these earthy conditions. With spectacular views as the home sits at the feet of Apu Linli, the mighty protector who stands across from his fair maiden, Nuesta, whom has been waiting for her love to return, yet a powerful energetic disconnecting spell has been placed between them. Now I move on, recognizing the divine plan. 
Not having a household of furniture nor possessions, yet is more than I can carry and for those of you that know me you understand this is the one thing which challenges me, that is to carry anything. Mentioning to Eric the son of a friend the day prior that I may need him, however his english is slight as is my spanish. So, not sure if he fully understood me I proceed to secure other means this morning. The way everyone moves here is with a moto, (3 wheeled vehicle) that has a back with an ability to haul. 
Securing a vehicle immediately upon entering town, two young warriors will be my guardians and strength. While on the path to the adobe I see another friend whom has stopped to visit a mutual friend, both being strong masculine. David my driver stops so I may advise my friends what I am up to and quickly they offer to help, now making four warriors and my shaman dog friend, Salca. Upon arrival to the house sits young Eric, my new friend whom is waiting patiently to assist in the days endeavor. Holding back my tears as the grace which showed up immediately in my hour of need is abundant and I am honored and grateful. Divinity flows through these beautiful warriors offering their commitment, strength as well as protection for me. No sooner do I turn around that in five minutes all my things are loaded onto the vehicle. A five minute morning with five warrior men, I bow to the masculine for recognizing an opportunity of great assistance for the feminine.