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.