Blood Moon With An Easter Sunrise

Jeremy - 
You know that feeling after being on an airplane for a long time, well getting in a car for a 10 hour drive brought everything into perspective; within 2 hours we are parked off the highway snoring.

Lisana-
Feeling the weariness I sink into my seat and the realization I am here on a highway in the USA, heading back to Mt. Shasta which links through the kundalini to Peru, the view much different than of the sacred valley. Moments of confusion arise as I realize I am not sure where I live anymore.
The revelation after passing Mt. St. Helen is that all the volcanoes are standing out perfectly clear today, one by one announcing their presence as we view them like a motion film while passing Mt. Baker, Rainier, St Helens, Mt Hood, Mt McLoughlin and the rest in the cascade volcano range of the ring of fire.

The light of the day succumbs to the encroaching darkness of night, when at last the horizon of the Ashland vortex is seen through the veil of twilight. Always a welcome spot as it heralds the great mother Shasta as not being far off. I notice the moon is fairly high in the sky, completely opposite from the sun, who is still hovering above the ridge line. Curious I'm not entirely sure I have ever seen them look quite like this, the highway assures our balance down the center of the two sky Gods, Luna and Inti (the sun). The energy of the blood moon eclipse is already building as only 24 hours away, what are we in store for this time.
We announce our arrival to Aida, our dear friend who awaits us. The three of us connect with our hearts fully open, while our eyes barely open, just enough to find our way into bed. The next day we have a morning tea party on the upper deck, catching up while affirming our trade for lodging. Before we leave for our day's adventure we hold ceremony amongst the cookies and tea. Aida produces three Peruvian whistles in honor of our time there, the intense sound sends us into altered states, reminding us of our connection to Peru.

Jeremy-
Interestingly enough the connection to Peru was not just through us, Aida a shaman of many lifetimes brings our awareness to the fact that sister Thedra, who we had learnt about in Peru as being one of the only people on earth who had any experience of the mysterious temple of the seven rays, in the Peruvian/ Bolivian amazon jungle. She, after being in Peru for some considerable time had traveled to northern California to start the St. Germain's society while living in the gateway house and holding many seances and council meetings with ascended masters in the basement apt. where we stay.

The day is bright and beautiful as we head out for Stewart Springs. We have been made aware that not a single flake of snow had fallen all winter long in the city of mount Shasta, so the landscape is dry while the air is crisp. Whenever possible cleansing both the mind and body is beneficial prior to any service. We travel along the north side of mount Shasta and take a left away, dropping us down into the juniper desert. The trail is moderately traveled yet has a feeling of secrecy. We park, smudge, align our hearts and follow the rocky single track to the edge of the lava tube opening. Having been here twice before, once the summer solstice with a group and the other the merkaba alignment in August the previous year with Lisana holding space at the cave entrance. The latter of which I was most fortunate to have been accompanied by a white owl deep into the cave, getting close enough to touch the incredible creature spirit. 
This time with an intensity building in my stomach and in Lisana's expression, we carefully pick our way down through the volcanic boulders and jagged staircase, descending into the aroma of bat guano and cool stagnant air, even Shasta my dog is behaving nervously. We are aware that on days of potent galactic significance there is always an opportunity therein to clear old energies and release shadow forces, back to the light.
Here at the root of the root chakra, we offer a carefully selected aboriginal dream time quartz deep within the cave. I feel much more precarious this time, traveling alone, without the spirit owl to guide my way.
No fear, yet my grasp for hand holds are desperate and needy, my legs tremble as I reach from rock to rock, surrendering my courage as the dark became so dark all became void. My voice carries my intention deep into mother Gaia as I kneel with my headlamp off. My return to Lisana at the entrance is swift just less than hasty. On arriving back she looks almost panicked as we concur that it is time for extremely dense energies to exit here between now and the blood moon. Agreeing to leave we gather our altar possessions stowing them in our satchels and make for the trail a few paces away. Needing to assist Lisana who appears disorientated and according to the expression on her face, seems to be expecting a freight train of energy to come barreling out of the magmas path. Halfway toward the climb out, Lisana starts to break into an energy of escape so I assure her that we cannot run but retreat with respect. Naturally the energy is better in the midday sun as we step beyond the ledge of the tube and back into the desert where sage brush, desert orchid and juniper ushers us onward. 
We collect ourselves at the car as a vehicle pulls in carrying 2 women from Hawaii. They jump out and approach us and it is clear that they are here in service. They declare they are not sure of the protocol in these parts being from the pacific islands. So I offer them sage and a small stick of palo santo for back up. I also offer the understanding the clearing has begun as it may feel a little heavy in the cave. They seem glad to hear this and spin on their heels in the direction of the cave and keenly go straight to task. 

We depart for lunch and orientation for the ascent of the mountain. After a short while we realize this is not to be the case as we run into Eddy, the court organizer of our way-showers. He announces to us that attendance is of our highest expectations. The gathering sight is not on the mountain but at the beautiful  seat of castle lake, in the opposing Siskiyou mountains. We arrive a couple hours later just before sunset, aircraft has been laying chem-trails all day, assuming an attempt to block out tonights amazing event, the first of the tetra blood moons. 
Approaching the shore of castle lake where blankets are laid, half a dozen people sit in meditation. 
Eddy who is here, announces our arrival as we receive a warm but quiet welcome. Sandra, our dear friend whom we recognize as the prime gate keeper of Mt Shasta jumps to her feet to greet us. 
There is not a lot of space close to the shore by the fire, so we mull around looking for altar sight when realizing that the half subterranean boulder about a hundred feet from the shore is actually the jewel as yet undiscovered in this gathering. The light fades as the twinkle begins in the water, climbing the serpentine and granite cliffs to follow the ridge where the moon appears in an unhindered night sky. We are only hours away, albeit dark we feel the need to adorn the rock with crystals and candles that we diligently attend and re-light during the gusty energies of the evening. 

I feel an inclining or a magnifying sense in my connection to everything that is happening, however I don't feel connected to the group that is gathered although an understanding everyone has been called to this place at this time. We witness the initial obscuring of the moon as expected at 12:07 am, noticing  heightened frequencies flowing within the music and voices, which has escalated to this point over several hours. I feel encapsulated in every moment, leaning upward as if my pineal is magnetized to the moon, the eclipse is underway. Not sure what to do with myself, I check in with Lisana and decide the only thing to do is to sit down. What happens next to me is both dizzying and elating as a wave followed by several more waves of energy, electrical of sorts pulse through the landscape. Lisana who appears to be crawling away from me quickly crawls back asking "did you feel that", I respond "yeah and I am still feeling it as my crown chakra is about to explode". Reeling from the intensity of this experience we try to gain some composure. Lisana giggles in the way she does while I grip to myself, cross legged. She lays back which provoke the need for me return to my body as I feel a shudder of the earth's release. At this moment there seems to be a procession of new comers, I recognize the energy and flash back to Plutos cave. Most hooded, these guests were not an intrusion and known by some of the event recipients. The energy contorts within the group and I intuitively contract only to witness the dynamic. Not to waste the moment Lisana and I gather ourselves up and walk into the woods to a small clearing where the moon is most bright albeit eclipsed. For some inane reason I believe our mission here on this night is not necessarily connected to communion but to connect with universal consciousness and willing to expand allowing myself to be a  conduit. We quickly go to ground knowing not so much whether this is the chosen spot but that it is the given moment. I am aware of Lisana's instant entry into a transcendental state that after a few moments I glance to my left to see for her comfort and notice that she is a shell and yet still present physically. In this instant knowing fear is not the answer I presume she is just doing better than I am. So I bring my attention to the job at hand, seeing myself in the astronauts chair of multi-dimensional travel with a reverence to know that this is an experiment for humanity. I resign myself to open my heart as wide as I've always done hopefully more in every step. To my delight and surprise the result is unparalleled to anything I have yet experienced beyond the use of plant medicine. The trees only existing within their silhouette levitate in my vision. The moon accompanying planets and numerous stars anchor in an emerald silver glow the matrix within the stars, locking in a moment of perfection. I hear the soft words of encouragement from Lisana, now no longer beside me she whispers demands in my right ear,  "expand as much as you can". It is so important for us on this planet to behold the energy within everything and in that I could go farther. Lisana's voice now from behind just says "hold it and embody it", amused I am as Lisana sounds like Yoda. At this instant I catapult back into my body. I am compelled to say whether I know it or not, "we did it, didn't we?" Lisana is not even behind me she is on my left and beginning to fidget, I hear the words "go again and now ground this energy into the mother."
I am not sure whether to look over my shoulder or to search within so I surrender. It is less available to me what happens next, moments later I become conscious of my body shaking with no more effort available when Lisana leans over my shoulder and says "well done". 


Lisana -
I am not sure how Jeremy manages to drive us back as before I know it we are pulling in the gateway house, we tip toe in as not to awake Aida. A good night sleep and a slow start in the morning as we both are experiencing an energy hang over. The moments spill into a vacuum that suspends time. While in town for our groceries, we encounter some of the star tribe with each of them confirming they are feeling the same. No one seems to be able to function at all, Sandra invites us to a brainless lunch, she calls it, while not able to cognitively respond to her we therefore part ways.
Each day passes with little effort as it feels warped and nothing makes sense. We tend to notice these ebb and flow times after our major ceremonies. Quite amazed that the entire week slips away and still no call to go to the mountain. Why are we not urged to go, what is keeping us away or perhaps keeping us here.
Finally a breakthrough. Feeling the presence of the venerated one, humbled, by the energy of Sanat Kumara.
It is time, Jeremy is to connect with this ascended master once again as we did in Peru when at the etheric temple on the mountain Ausengate. I am to facilitate the engagement.  

Jeremy-
After dinner Lisana moves around the main room of the basement lighting candles as if something was preordained to happen. I thought to joke of her activities yet kept silent and just watched. Before too long she glances over to me and suggests "we will have guests, visitors tonight". I thought again to shoot a little humor into the increasingly thick atmosphere, I observe the culture in the air, even Shasta my dog, seems uneasy, while Lisana is more absorbed in her own motions. I feel the chill of discomfort when in the presence of the supernatural. I stand from my chair in the kitchen as three spirits enter the room through the door in which Shasta is fixated upon. I am compelled to plant myself on the couch opposite the banquet table as Lisana concludes her preparations. She returns from the bedroom with one of my most helpful tools, a golden lemurian and sets it in my hand, to my instant relief. Three figures appear in front of me and somewhat an interview occurs. I cannot provide much more information other than an agreement was made and support was offered. 

Lisana-
The next morning in one of those take over moments as I find myself arresting Jeremy while he sits on the couch. I speak to him in a way I can only remember as if I am asked to step out and allow my body access for the benevolent. I remember crying and offering words, but that is all that I can recall. I can only trust that we both received the words or perhaps it was meant to be a vibration.
I offer the idea of sunrise for Easter on the mountain and the light team concurs, with an agreement to all meet the next morning. Jeremy suggests we sleep there as to make it easy for ceremony with the early start. I am not prepared for camping this trip, as we never discussed this possibility, so we did not bring any gear. Jeremy insists we can push the seats forward and for the 3 of us (this includes Shasta) to sleep in the back of yaris my hatchback little car. We do a trial run in Aida's driveway and I concede to the idea, though as always yielding to the highest level of comfort I can grasp to. Aida provides many blankets with the support of my initiative for comfort.
With the day at close we make our way to the mountain, roam around a bit and then settle in for the night. Then it begins, I cannot contain myself, I break out in the most uncontrollable laughter, giggles and giggles. Jeremy joins with me but at the same time attempts to eclipse the noise as not to disturb our neighbors. It doesn't work, I giggle for hours. We cannot find comfort at all and I find this to be so humorous as this will go down as the most enjoyable discomfort I have yet experienced. I especially love when Jeremy announces he has to take on the dolphin pose in order to lay his body over the crack than runs the width of the back of the car.
I'm pretty sure I did not sleep all night, although Shasta did not have any problems I am surprised that my earth walker, who can sleep on anything could not sleep either. The moment we all turn in the other direction to find a new position we see a glimpse of the first light.

Unfolding ourselves from the back of the car, bleary eyes and tousled hair we seek to connect with the group. Some slept on the mountain as others make their way up for service, Eddy and Kim arrive just as we locate our sunrise sight, others present for  this morning's service are Robert, Love Flame, Lizardman, Nick and Alana, Sandra and Arian, a powerful and super bright contingent.
Everyone melds into a still point of breathlessness as the sun emerges from the v shaped notch of the ridge line to the east, creating a chalice of light. This day of Easter with a grand cross alignment we vow to usher in the Christ consciousness in the golden light of a new era. 



















 spot as it heralds the great mother Shasta as not being far off. I notice the moon is fairly high in the sky, completely opposite from the sun, who is still hovering above the ridge line. Curious I'm not entirely sure I have ever seen them look quite like this, the highway assures our balance down the center of the two sky Gods, Luna and Inti (the sun). The energy of the blood moon eclipse is already building as only 24 hours away, what are we in store for this time.
We announce our arrival to Aida, our dear friend who awaits us. The three of us connect with our hearts fully open, while our eyes barely open, just enough to find our way into bed. The next day we have a morning tea party on the upper deck, catching up while affirming our trade for lodging. Before we leave for our day's adventure we hold ceremony amongst the cookies and tea. Aida produces three Peruvian whistles in honor of our time there, the intense sound sends us into altered states, reminding us of our connection to Peru.

Jeremy-
Interestingly enough the connection to Peru was not just through us, Aida a shaman of many lifetimes brings our awareness to the fact that sister Thedra, who we had learnt about in Peru as being one of the only people on earth who had any experience of the mysterious temple of the seven rays, in the Peruvian/ Bolivian amazon jungle. She, after being in Peru for some considerable time had traveled to northern California to start the St. Germain's society while living in the gateway house and holding many seances and council meetings with ascended masters in the basement apt. where we stay.

The day is bright and beautiful as we head out for Stewart Springs. We have been made aware that not a single flake of snow had fallen all winter long in the city of mount Shasta, so the landscape is dry while the air is crisp. Whenever possible bathing and cleansing both the mind and body is beneficial prior to any service. As I dry off in the sun, Lisana dresses and ready's herself for Plutos cave. We travel along the north side of mount Shasta and take a left away, dropping us down into the juniper desert. The trail is moderately traveled yet has a feeling of secrecy. We park, smudge, align our hearts and follow the rocky single track to the edge of the lava tube opening. Having been here twice before, once the summer solstice with a group and the other the merkaba alignment in August the previous year with Lisana holding space at the cave entrance. The latter of which I was most fortunate to have been accompanied by a white owl deep into the cave, getting close enough to touch the incredible creature spirit.
This time with an intensity building in my stomach and in Lisana's expression, we carefully pick our way down through the volcanic boulders and jagged staircase, descending into the aroma of bat guano and cool stagnant air, even Shasta my dog is behaving nervously. We are aware that on days of potent galactic significance there is always an opportunity therein to clear old energies and release shadow forces, back to the light.
Here at the root of the root chakra, we offer a carefully selected aboriginal dream time quartz deep within the cave. I feel much more precarious this time, traveling alone, without the spirit owl to guide my way.
No fear, yet my grasp for hand holds are desperate and needy, my legs tremble as I reach from rock to rock, surrendering my courage as the dark became so dark all became void. My voice carries my intention deep into mother Gaia as I kneel with my headlamp off. My return to Lisana at the entrance is swift just less than hasty. On arriving back she looks almost panicked as we concur that it is time for extremely dense energies to exit here between now and the blood moon. Agreeing to leave we gather our altar possessions stowing them in our satchels and make for the trail a few paces away. Needing to assist Lisana who appears disorientated and according to the expression on her face, seems to be expecting a freight train of energy to come barreling out of the magmas path. Halfway toward the climb out, Lisana starts to break into an energy of escape so I assure her that we cannot run but retreat with respect. Naturally the energy is better in the midday sun as we step beyond the ledge of the tube and back into the desert where sage brush, desert orchid and juniper ushers us onward.
We collect ourselves at the car as a vehicle pulls in carrying 2 women from Hawaii. They jump out and approach us and it is clear that they are here in service. They declare they are not sure of the protocol in these parts being from the pacific islands. So I offer them sage and a small stick of palo santo for back up. I also offer the understanding the clearing has begun as it may feel a little heavy in the cave. They seem glad to hear this and spin on their heels in the direction of the cave and keenly go straight to task.

We depart for lunch and orientation for the ascent of the mountain. After a short while we realize this is not to be the case as we run into Eddy, the court organizer of our way-showers. He announces to us that attendance is of our highest expectations. The gathering sight is not on the mountain but at the beautiful  seat of castle lake, in the opposing Siskiyou mountains. We arrive a couple hours later just before sunset, aircraft has been laying chem-trails all day, assuming an attempt to block out tonights amazing event, the first of the tetra blood moons.
Approaching the shore of castle lake where blankets are laid, half a dozen people sit in meditation.
Eddy who is here, announces our arrival as we receive a warm but quiet welcome. Sandra, our dear friend whom we recognize as the prime gate keeper of Mt Shasta jumps to her feet to greet us.
There is not a lot of space close to the shore by the fire, so we mull around looking for altar sight when realizing that the half subterranean boulder about a hundred feet from the shore is actually the jewel as yet undiscovered in this gathering. The light fades as the twinkle begins in the water, climbing the serpentine and granite cliffs to follow the ridge where the moon appears in an unhindered night sky. We are only hours away, albeit dark we feel the need to adorn the rock with crystals and candles that we diligently attend and re-light during the gusty energies of the evening.

I feel an inclining or a magnifying sense in my connection to everything that is happening, however I don't feel connected to the group that is gathered although an understanding everyone has been called to this place at this time. We witness the initial obscuring of the moon as expected at 12:07 am, noticing  heightened frequencies flowing within the music and voices, which has escalated to this point over several hours. I feel encapsulated in every moment, leaning upward as if my pineal is magnetized to the moon, the eclipse is underway. Not sure what to do with myself, I check in with Lisana and decide the only thing to do is to sit down. What happens next to me is both dizzying and elating as a wave followed by several more waves of energy, electrical of sorts pulse through the landscape. Lisana who appears to be crawling away from me quickly crawls back asking "did you feel that", I respond "yeah and I am still feeling it as my crown chakra is about to explode". Reeling from the intensity of this experience we try to gain some composure. Lisana giggles in the way she does while I grip to myself, cross legged. She lays back which provoke the need for me return to my body as I feel a shudder of the earth's release. At this moment there seems to be a procession of new comers, I recognize the energy and flash back to Plutos cave. Most hooded, these guests were not an intrusion and known by some of the event recipients. The energy contorts within the group and I intuitively contract only to witness the dynamic. Not to waste the moment Lisana and I gather ourselves up and walk into the woods to a small clearing where the moon is most bright albeit eclipsed. For some inane reason I believe our mission here on this night is not necessarily connected to communion but to connect with universal consciousness and willing to expand allowing myself to be a  conduit. We quickly go to ground knowing not so much whether this is the chosen spot but that it is the given moment. I am aware of Lisana's instant entry into a transcendental state that after a few moments I glance to my left to see for her comfort and notice that she is a shell and yet still present physically. In this instant knowing fear is not the answer I presume she is just doing better than I am. So I bring my attention to the job at hand, seeing myself in the astronauts chair of multi-dimensional travel with a reverence to know that this is an experiment for humanity. I resign myself to open my heart as wide as I've always done hopefully more in every step. To my delight and surprise the result is unparalleled to anything I have yet experienced beyond the use of plant medicine. The trees only existing within their silhouette levitate in my vision. The moon accompanying planets and numerous stars anchor in an emerald silver glow the matrix within the stars, locking in a moment of perfection. I hear the soft words of encouragement from Lisana, now no longer beside me she whispers demands in my right ear,  "expand as much as you can".
It is so important for us on this planet to behold the energy within everything and in that I could go farther. Lisana's voice now from behind just says "hold it and embody it", amused I am as Lisana sounds like Yoda. At this instant I catapult back into my body. I am compelled to say whether I know it or not, "we did it, didn't we?" Lisana is not even behind me she is on my left and beginning to fidget, I hear the words "go again and now ground this energy into the mother."
I am not sure whether to look over my shoulder or to search within so I surrender. It is less available to me what happens next, moments later I become conscious of my body shaking with no more effort available when Lisana leans over my shoulder and says "well done".


Lisana -
I am not sure how Jeremy manages to drive us back as before I know it we are pulling in the gateway house, we tip toe in as not to awake Aida. A good night sleep and a slow start in the morning as we both are experiencing an energy hang over. The moments spill into a vacuum that suspends time. While in town for our groceries, we encounter some of the star tribe with each of them confirming they are feeling the same. No one seems to be able to function at all, Sandra invites us to a brainless lunch, she calls it, while not able to cognitively respond to her we therefore part ways.
Each day passes with little effort as it feels warped and nothing makes sense. We tend to notice these ebb and flow times after our major ceremonies. Quite amazed that the entire week slips away and still no call to go to the mountain. Why are we not urged to go, what is keeping us away or perhaps keeping us here.
Finally a breakthrough. Feeling the presence of the venerated one, humbled, by the energy of Sanat Kumara.
It is time, Jeremy is to connect with this ascended master once again as we did in Peru when at the etheric temple on the mountain Ausengate. I am to facilitate the engagement.

Jeremy-
After dinner Lisana moves around the main room of the basement lighting candles as if something was preordained to happen. I thought to joke of her activities yet kept silent and just watched. Before too long she glances over to me and suggests "we will have guests, visitors tonight". I thought again to shoot a little humor into the increasingly thick atmosphere, I observe the culture in the air, even Shasta my dog, seems uneasy, while Lisana is more absorbed in her own motions. I feel the chill of discomfort when in the presence of the supernatural. I stand from my chair in the kitchen as three spirits enter the room through the door in which Shasta is fixated upon. I am compelled to plant myself on the couch opposite the banquet table as Lisana concludes her preparations. She returns from the bedroom with one of my most helpful tools, a golden lemurian and sets it in my hand, to my instant relief. Three figures appear in front of me and somewhat an interview occurs. I cannot provide much more information other than an agreement was made and support was offered.

Lisana-
The next morning in one of those take over moments as I find myself arresting Jeremy while he sits on the couch. I speak to him in a way I can only remember as if I am asked to step out and allow my body access for the benevolent. I remember crying and offering words, but that is all that I can recall. I can only trust that we both received the words or perhaps it was meant to be a vibration.
I offer the idea of sunrise for Easter on the mountain and the light team concurs, with an agreement to all meet the next morning. Jeremy suggests we sleep there as to make it easy for ceremony with the early start. I am not prepared for camping this trip, as we never discussed this possibility, so we did not bring any gear. Jeremy insists we can push the seats forward and for the 3 of us (this includes Shasta) to sleep in the back of yaris my hatchback little car. We do a trial run in Aida's driveway and I concede to the idea, though as always yielding to the highest level of comfort I can grasp to. Aida provides many blankets with the support of my initiative for comfort.
With the day at close we make our way to the mountain, roam around a bit and then settle in for the night. Then it begins, I cannot contain myself, I break out in the most uncontrollable laughter, giggles and giggles. Jeremy joins with me but at the same time attempts to eclipse the noise as not to disturb our neighbors. It doesn't work, I giggle for hours. We cannot find comfort at all and I find this to be so humorous as this will go down as the most enjoyable discomfort I have yet experienced. I especially love when Jeremy announces he has to take on the dolphin pose in order to lay his body over the crack than runs the width of the back of the car.
I'm pretty sure I did not sleep all night, although Shasta did not have any problems I am surprised that my earth walker, who can sleep on anything could not sleep either. The moment we all turn in the other direction to find a new position we see a glimpse of the first light.

Unfolding ourselves from the back of the car, bleary eyes and tousled hair we seek to connect with the group. Some slept on the mountain as others make their way up for service, Eddy and Kim arrive just as we locate our sunrise sight, others present for  this morning's service are Robert, Love Flame, Lizardman, Nick and Alana, Sandra and Arian, a powerful and super bright contingent.
Everyone melds into a still point of breathlessness as the sun emerges from the v shaped notch of the ridge line to the east, creating a chalice of light. This day of Easter with a grand cross alignment we vow to usher in the Christ consciousness in the golden light of a new era.

StarGate

Lisana-
Just days away from our departure of these Peruvian lands we now connect with Machu Picchu, the well known and traveled temple ruins of a inter-galactic sun temple. Sitting out in the middle of nowhere, requires either a 4 day hike, or a train ride with the continuance of a bus to the top of this potent spot. Understanding they limit entrance to 2500 visitors per day and while due to off-peak season our almost empty carriage indicates we will have a less than usual crowd.

An early start as we make our way to the train where we are separated from Patricia as she being a native Peruvian must ride in a different train car. While still dark outside we settle into our comfy seats, taking the opportunity to rest, preparing ourselves for ceremony on this most mystical mountain sanctuary; quite possibly the finale for our Peruvian spirit escapades. There, the first beam of light pouring into the windows that crown the ceiling of the train, with an affirming glance we both acknowledge the benefit of roof windows. The mountains are stunning as we curve our way through this narrow canyon. My nose pressed to the glass as I peer out to the fast moving scenery I'm amazed at how the track is on the very edge with the steep drop offs leading to the river below, at times it feels we are in some fantastic fantasy. Views of the river and Apu's are continual as we make our way deeper the tropical flair indicates the jungle approaching. My tears entrain in an attempt to match the energy of this rapid river, I'm fixated with the water as it continuously cascades around the enormous rocks which lie within it's path.

Jeremy-
Arriving to Agues Calientes we bumble around the station looking for some nourishment. It's an odd place, while the restaurant bars almost consume the rail road tracks everything seems to have a European twist; yet the jungle and sheer valley walls ensure your understanding of being in the sacred valley. We manage to stumble upon an all you can eat breakfast buffet. Unable to devoir quite like Patty and I, Lisana takes full advantage, making worth the 28 sol by drinking inordinate amounts of pineapple juice while stashing raisins in her napkin. Next stop is a surprise to us as we walk pass the town church and the call to mass stops Patty in her tracks. Turning to us for our consent, unified we walk into the church, with our swollen bellies anchoring us in the moment. Half an hour later we are on the bus.
Breathtaking switch backs ensue until we are delivered to the entry way to the majestic Machu Picchu. With tickets in hand we walk through the turn stile only to be approached by a suited man who asks to see what I am carrying, noticing my handmade leather coat he requests us to step inside the office. A lengthy conversation with the officials, centered around the debate over whether temples should be businesses or shared as sacred space for the connection to the spirit of the universe.
My coat seized, yet we are still equipped with very potent crystals in pocket and Lisana's crystal bowl and thus enter.
I have been instructed by Lisana in that certain voice modality she uses while channeling higher source, that I am to prepare myself to be the sole projector and diviner of the path we are to take. I am clear on the path but the projector? Willing but not 100 percent knowing. Sure, I have become familiar with clearing, transmuting, reconnecting grids, sending energy on through telluric pathways, opening portals, receiving golden light codes and so on. Each and every situation there is a need for intuitive knowing and not so much mental planning and for this I accept willingly as I trust the source of Lisana's intention.


Lisana- 
Grateful for Jeremy's ceremonial medicine coat as the distracting energy allows for the crystal bowl to gain entrance. All musical-sound vessels are not permitted, evidence of the many flutes lying piled along the window ledge in the office. I feel the energy of something else at work while Jeremy and Patty hold their stance with the officials. Likened to a child who cannot understand an audible language, I wait as usual course, the only non-spanish speaker. This allows a clear channel for me to observe the energies, I can feel the exchange has nothing to do with the coat, yet the diversion is apparent. I remain innocent to the fact that I hold the sacred sound of unconditional love in a form of a vibrational tone from the crystal bowl as well as my heart. No one suspects me or what I am carrying on my back. I ask myself why is it they are keeping sound from this powerful galactic portal, that one day someone will open it allowing for the ancients to reawaken with their codes of light?
Regaining our composure after Jeremy and Patty having quite a go of it, we commence on a path to the sun. I am in full trust, once again that Jeremy will lead us to the appropriate locale. We never verbally plan our course where the bowl will be played or what ceremonies are needed, we just go. However what is revealed is that Jeremy will be the master projector of the visioning new earth in this high portal. I am here to assist and urge him to completion. When we reach the path that splits, either to the right we head to the venerated sun temple or to the left about 2 kilometers the gateway. He leads us to the gateway where we are to follow the traditional pathway into the temple to ask permission to enter. 
The walk challenging, I guess why not as with consideration for where we are. A narrow path traverses the mountain with the mirage of the ancients crowding the trail, while overlaid with the visitors of the day. 

The sun gate seems to maintain it's distance no matter how hard we try, we push onward.
In this altitude with full sun the awareness of exposure to solar rays is apparent as our skin burns with the heat inducing waves of breathlessness and rosie cheeks. Taking an extraordinarily long time, Patricia usually following. Her grandeur covers the entire spectrum ensuring our full protection as she unsheathes her swords of AA Michael, keeping her in warrior pose.

At last we arrive, we are not alone. There are many visitors present within every opening filled with witnesses, some students, some teachers some guides. The energy, highly charged demand of us for continual efforts to clear for ceremony. Jeremy insists we clear all the crystals with the tuning fork and smudge ourselves thoroughly. 

Jeremy-
Asking permission at the sun gate registers to me as an important part of the protocol of this heavenly seat. We step through the gate outside in order to do any necessary clearing of our own etheric fields and now re-enter the sanctuary.
There is a vying over real estate for the best views of the temple complex. As exclamations are made for the light rays that are striking the site, cameras are drawn and battle seems imminent amongst the hungry tourists. For this I understand we cannot just pass, it is apparent that the gateway needs clearing too. Making a small ascent onto a craggy rock just above, the bowl is to be used here and we will be in full view. Lisana pulls the sound upwards from the vessel, the frequency of the high heart is infused into the atmosphere. I release my guttural tone like a wolf in the forest to intensify and arrest a sense of non involvement, heads turn involuntarily toward the chorus; all take part even if it reflects in a furrowed brow. As we swiftly rejoin the trail I glance at the gateway to see and spy a lady behind everyone and beyond the gate, whose eyes lock with mine as her head nods approvingly.
Everyone else disappear into their camera bags and lunch boxes. 

Lisana-
The descent perpetually pulls us ever closer to the destined Intihuantana, the sun temple. Stopping along the way to make offerings while recognizing the antiquity of the once inhabited precipice.
We arrive to a large flat rock, each taking our seat as Patricia stands guard. This is to be the location to pull down light codes for Jeremy's vision center. Using my amethyst point and tuning fork we commence the practice. 
While Jeremy is receiving, a guest makes an appearance, motioning he too would like to be attuned. The young Incan man joins us atop in a sweet open hearted state. 
Promptly another steps up, Patricia screening our participants comes close to requests permission as aware she is with the connection to the one who sits with us. Agreeing yet with the motion no more as we must move on soon.
After receiving, the two acknowledge with gratitude while honoring us.

Jeremy-
When I approach any power point I usually sense a fluttering in my stomach with the presence of something more powerful connecting us throughout the universe, calling for me to slip into the dream time. On this occasion my stomach is swirling like a washing machine, I feel the core of the earth and the galactic source creating an axis through my very center. I am truly spun in the magnificence of the energy here.
We begin to weave our way through half dismantled temples with stones perfectly hewn while not possible to blow away. My focus is on the terraced pyramid that towers in the heart of the sanctuary. The three of us exchange wide eyed glances as we begin our approach. Lisana and I kneel at one doorway immaculately framed in cubical stone blocks. We bow our heads and in silence offer our names and ask for permission to enter while Lisana tucks a tiny garnet into the crux of four blocks. We stand and continue to the narration of one of the paid guides explaining that this doorway is where the priests and priestesses would enter. 
In full embodiment of our higher selves, we take our positions in the line to ascend the narrow staircase. The procession moves steadily upwards as a conveyer belt, for viewing of the sacred rock. People stream in and stream out of the open air cosmic altar high above the other surrounding temples in the complex. This is one of Pacha-mama's key receptors for galactic light to be received and transmitted through the planetary grid of which we are all connected by the electro-magnetism of our hearts. 
Approximately 25 people on the upper level of the pyramid as we arrive, the vibration is tangible and awesome. Lisana walks close to me in a circle around and then steps away behind me, I think. There is a hubbub when Patricia steps toward the delineated no go zone and immediately barked at by one of the casually dressed security guards. "No one is to touch the stone" the authority announces. Like a child that understands nothing about heat Patricia lays her hand upon the galactic oracle stone. What comes next is close to an arrest and I feel this could seriously disrupt our opportunity to assist in the creation of a magnanimous download. Already at the point of no return transcending my normal state of being I can feel myself opening to the mission at hand. Patty diminishes her energy field dwarfs  herself a few steps to my left. With eyes now closed I can see the auric fields of those who stand in this temple, a luminescent blue glow outlines their presence. I cannot get a read on Lisana and Patty has shrunk to a small pink orb hiding behind her swords. This is not a time to hold hands so I fall deeper into a state of timeless knowing, the portal is open and I stand between the worlds with megavolts of chi energy pulsing from my feet, igniting the rainbow of light sent like a spear of divinity, striking my crown chakra from the heavens to the beloved mother and her confused inhabitants. Whether knowing or not I let out a concise barrage of primal tones and with an adamant gesture I point my finger spiraling upwards to the skies making the connection an everlasting one. Opening my eyes I see no one at first, until I feel Lisana's hand on my back.
All is quiet and movement is replaced by stares of wonderment. Without consultation I turn to leave and exit the Intihuatana.
After ten paces I am overcome with the residual charge from the experience. My body shutters while my soul re-calibrates, I may even hit the ground this time and slowly fold into Lisana's arms. Seconds later we are all smiling with just a few crystals left to offer. Last stop is the condor temple as we realize our departure time is encroaching. A few moments at the temple of the condor allows us to gift another dream time lemurian quartz and we swiftly make our way towards the turn stiles. After retrieving my coat we make our hasty return to the train station with only moments to spare as we claim our passage back to Ollantaytambo for the night. 
While strolling in the mild evening air we both concur that this will be the last of our missions here for now. 

Unity At Ausangate

Lisana-
At almost 21,000 feet of pure holy stature, one of the 13 sacred mountains of Peru, Ausangate; the mountain of Sanat Kumara, ascended master known as father of all. Patty arranges for transportation and is delighted to join us in the travel as she recognizes the significance. The drive is a welcome respite as it feels we have been in constant movement and the physical demand is relentless. Jeremy and I quite dreamily recline in the back seat, enjoying the drive and the splendid views, evoking the realization that this may be one of our last trips across the sacred valley before returning to North America. 
Many turns up and around the mountainous range as we begin our ascent toward the giant etheric temple. I feel a sense of awe in the anticipation of approaching this mountain, not quite sure what our ceremony will be, though I am aware we are receiving on this day.

Jeremy-
Crossing the raging white rapids we enter the true high Andean realm, horses packing pilgrims and travelers through the rugged landscape. Our taxi driver trundles across the rock strewn slopes where grazing alpaca peer at us through the wafting mist, which cling to the gorse meadows housing little silver bearded cactus; joining in with their languid stares. The crystalline peaks are clear and unhindered, even Jose, our driver is excited at the conditions. 

Lisana-
Making our way on this last stretch children appear as if from out of the mist, following our car and assisting us when we are stuck in the soft, wet folds of the mud. As the four of us sit in the car the young children reveal their strength in a unified field as they easily push us clear of the quagmire. The view is truly something out of a fairy tale, with the backdrop being the Apu hanging from the heavens by the tips of the glistening snow caps which seem to beam the silvery light that imbues this gateway. Instantly I jump out of the car running to the children to embrace them. I don't think they see gringos such as us often, as they shy away from my affections. They are humble and sweet, with rosie cheeks, like cherubs, giggling with me as we make our way over the primitively built foot bridge between the houses to the hot pools. Following closely to assure we are kept in view as I feel they know why we are here. 

Jeremy-
The cluster of buildings apparently serve as homes\hostels and a couple of bath houses. The open space between the pools and the buildings offer itself for horse grazing and preparation area for the travelers and pilgrims to ascend by horseback. 
The springs and stream travel the edge of the space with pure water filtering out from the base of the mountain. Patty, Lisana and I are drawn across the open arena to the water where the light is infused with the energy of the mountain that is being merged with the essence of the water, creating a super high light frequency through ultimate natural alchemy. I crouch between the riverlets that gently carve their passage through the earth, Lisana already with bowl in hand and Patty, we stand in triangulation and the circle commences. The moments are precious, timeless and exquisitely peaceful when harmonizing with pacha-mama, to be in orchestra with the sounds of nature and in full gratitude we offer our voices and a brilliant blue lapis lazuli crystal sphere. When receiving the essence of nature, the mother, the mountain, the heavens that connective point, you become the surface tension of the water, the peak of the mountain, the core of the planet and the link to the central sun. This is the essence of divinity to me and is our intension whenever experiencing this wonder to channel this unconditional love into the grid through the kundalini to all the brothers and sisters of earth, to the animals and the trees. As we wrap up our possessions and meander towards the pools, I notice an Incan shaman onlooking, his smile broad and beckoning, I hurry towards him and we embrace like lost cousins. The feeling is uncanny when staring into his eyes, I am not sure whether it was he or I that said "it has been a very long time".

Lisana-
Maria who is ready to receive us for lunch, escorts us to her modest home, reminding me of Leandro's home who welcomed us at the gateway of Pachatusan. The one room is small and difficult to imagine how she lives here with her two young children. The four of us sit at her tiny table, Jeremy and I on the edge of the bed and Patty and our driver opposite on the chairs. Maria stoops down to her cooking surface to fill our plates.
An extraordinary sacrifice, that is the gift of heat where fuel becomes a scarcity such as the food. Our plates are covered with rice and potatoes, some new and some unusual delicacy of frozen potatoes, the four of us pass on seconds of this tough and chewy frozen style. Tea is served with deep wholesome hospitality.

Jeremy-
We laugh during the delightful lunch, I feast on the many fried trout she lays on my plate, fresh from the streams of the mountain. Treating us as sovereignty, Lisana decides to gift this sweet family the sound of the crystal bowl. They stand with their eyes closed and hearts open as the room fills with more than the pleasant odors from our meal. On sharing our adoration of the mountain, Maria riffles through a handful of photographs to present us with the best shot of Ausangate. Framing her brother in front of the glorious white peak from the lake, although she wants us to have it, we do not accept as this is obviously one of her few prized possessions.
After affectionate farewell hugs we exit and return to the car.
The journey home is a rainy one, evolving into torrential downpours, resulting in rock falls in the sacred valley as we arrive to Pisac after dark.


Lisana-
As I embrace Maria she leans in and whispers something, what was it, is it due to that she spoke in spanish, no I don't think so, as it wasn't so much received as a verbal experience. I feel honored and humbled yet the vibration is such that I cannot assimilate this. Something was gifted to me and I am not clear what I have received.