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.