Biggest Mission Yet

We are beginning again a sacred journey. This time we will travel across the ocean to the British Isles following the band of granite, from the northern tip of Scotland and the west coast of Ireland re-activating the magnetic trigger points of the European grid, delivering the Magdalene codes and walking in Christ Consciousness down the spine of the Albion, assisting the energy to course through the green isles and into the heart of Europe, through France leading the frequency of love and unity then through the needle of Rome to re-thread the ancient lattice work of Greece and it's archipelago, onward to Giza, Egypt which stands at the base of the axis line of Europe completing in Israel at Mt Carmel and to the town of Hara Megidia (Armageddon), where is said the last battle between dark and light will be held and then to Kidron, Jerusalem where we will conclude our mission

As code carriers we are fully aware of the magnitude of this time and place for our propagation and are in absolute dedication to purpose as divine conduits of light and unconditional love. We see this to be a collective effort and trumpet the call for participation. If you feel this to be in alignment with your heart and wish to contribute, we will gratefully receive your support for the mission. Whether it be housing, meals, transport or monetary donation, the costs to travel in Europe are extreme and can potentially restrict this endeavor. There is a place to check that you can follow us as well as contact us for donation. We will documenting our efforts and upon our return will begin posting again on the blog.

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In loving gratitude and oneness,
Lisana and Jeremy

Lake Of Unity

Lisana-

Walking around Castle Lake is sweet, for just 2 months ago we had such a night of intensity during the eclipse at this lake side.

Only passing a few people that announce they did not make it all the way, we arrive to the lake. Not quite what we were expecting,  I flash back remembering Jeremy commenting on another trail we did not take, as if maybe that was the way to the lake. We are here now and with reverence of this body of water will proceed.

We set up our small altar by the edge and go into meditation, Jeremy becomes a conduit as I guide the energy through his chakras and into Gaia. We decide to swim, now I must say this is only the second lake I have ever swam in, so experiencing the gushy muck that I must first walk through brings strange sensations to me. As soon as I am clear from touching the bottom I feel uninhibited, floating on sparkling diamonds which the sun illuminates across the top. Not a consideration that we may be sharing the swim with any creatures, nor aware of the water being cold, would it not have been since it is a mountain lake? 

We exit for another activation by the side where we are surrounded by dragonflies and damselflies. Being in nature is so new for me, I sit staring at the tall grass while these sweet little blue dragonflies land right in front of me, so close I could kiss them. A return to the water where Jeremy plays the bowl as I swim to center again, now to offer a garnet to the Lake, when we are joined by a young man, who must feel that ceremony is going on as he stands still in reverence.

Completing the ceremony with the baptism of our altar crystals and the opal that will be offered to the lake. Jeremy dunks the opal and when holding up to the sun the light interacts with the crystal creating a fire within, bursting onto another. 

One by one each crystal he dunks, then holds to the sun and hands to me, witnessing an alchemy. Stunning effects from this lake, with gratitude we close and begin our retreat, thinking we are finished for the day, as now it is late afternoon.

When we reach the crux of the trail there is a woman descending whom announcing her return from Heart Lake. Our eyes glance to each other as she walks on and without hesitation we affirm the necessity to continue as the absolute call to Heart Lake is imminent on this day. Arriving we see the outline of this beauty and accept the perfection of not knowing we were not at Heart Lake for the first one, the one we will always know to call the Alchemy Lake. This had to happen first and had we known it wasn't Heart Lake we may not have gone.

Approaching the solid serpentine rock we enter the heart as if stepping into a chapel, of love. I quickly place the bag of crystals that soaked in the Alchemy Lake into this heart. We both migrate to the edge and deciding not to swim we place our feet instead into this pool. There is such a high frequency emitting from here with beauty beyond expression. It is time for the offerings, after we charge the crystals together with our love I toss the first little herkimer into the center. Amazed we are by this ripple of light which imbues the water encompassing the length of the lake which charges towards us. The crystal shows us a dot within a circle, heaven on earth is revealed, all from this tiny crystal? The second offering, each of us simultaneously toss a heart shaped little serpentine crystal, plop, plop, instantly forming two circles, creating the vesica piscis. Another ripple of light with even more intensity again charges toward us. The last crystal, a large heart shaped stone is thrown in by Jeremy, right to the center where the whole lake becomes a spectacle of magic. The thought that rain is falling on the lake yet not at all on us or the rock we stand. I look and yet cannot really see the rain. The water is unfolding a symphony of cymatics, liken to computer graphics, the circles form and unite and then dissolve again, only to continue to open into fullness covering the entire lake. Falling on our knees in awe, we are captivated by this celebrated union with the water a field of unity, the flower of life.

The next morning we head off to home, but first having to overcome a dose of dense energy, after which our drive becomes the ever joyfulness we experience of me giggling while Jeremy drives. With a dry cough it occurs to me how much dust I inhaled while on the mountain as she was very, very dry, we have been covered in it. My thoughts go to all the mountains that I have been to and shared particles, realizing we share all breath as we share the earth, an exchange of unity. I'm aware the thirst I feel from the dryness and say to Jeremy after a large guzzle of water that I may have a mud slide within for that I now am filled with the mountain, Jeremy declares "we have eaten the mount". I now carry within me a consumption of matter to form, primordial unity.

Sacred MangOM Ceremony

The Sacred MangOm ceremony

Lisana-

The circle opens with share time and a spirit of engagement.

No one seems to question what ever happened to the rose ceremony yesterday. Nor does anyone seek to understand how it was or is to occur, instead we sit in reverence of the moment and what is before us. Nick produces a mango for offering and places it in the center after I scrounge up some snacks of which we have so very little. It doesn't matter for everyone brought something and it completes the stage for yet another enactment of the rose ceremony. Suddenly a stillness settles in while all eyes are closed, Jeremy spontaneously begins, representing the masculine surrendering the power to the feminine. Then unsolicited the next masculine offers the same until they all have resolve. I enter the chorus now with the acceptance of this power and offering for unity. Each of the feminine take their turn after me, until all speak. We all can feel the heighten charge with a respect for the deliberation of the call to mass, writing a new pathway to the morphogenic field. 

The mango holds center among the group, well it is the fruit of love, I can only say this became such a joyful moment that I giggle uncontrollably. There is such high frequency when laughter imbues the very fabric of life, while the joy is charged with love in a pure state of acceptance of oneness. This is divine love. The ten of us merge into a unified field and for this we see in each others eyes the reflection of truth and the presence of GOD.

The day light retreats for the dark of night. Jeremy takes lead in the kitchen where he, Sandra and Robert prep for the group meal, as I rest in the tent. After our cauldron curry, the tribe gathers for a beautiful drum circle. Ahhhh, there is coherence. Not only harmony but joy, playfulness and magic. I dance so fully to celebrate this moment recognizing the call to unity.

Duality In Unity

Jeremy-

Before heading out for Shasta for summer solstice we visit the resident stone circle at the dragons nest, a keen anchor point for us whenever going off into the field. Offering holy water and a crystal to the center point we notice a small snake perfectly coiled in the palm of Buddha's hand, the statue accompanying the center rock. Lisana plays the crystal bowl while simultaneously an eagle flies over and a deer springs for cover into the forest, so on we go for our 600 mile journey, with only one stop.

Lisana-

I am fully aware of the critical unification through global recognition of the World Cup. Jeremy has urged us to acknowledge this moment by stopping at a pub on the way to catch the climax of the England vs Uruguay match. England loses. 

The beautiful colors which paint the skies this time on the last stretch from the Ashland vortex are hues of gold turning into red and pinks. 

Arriving to the gateway house in the evening we are greeted by Aida and a lovely German couple, Gerda and Claudius. 

They are members of the Kryon vibrational sound choir. Having this in common with them, that is the understanding of the power of sound and frequencies, we share our interests over a cup of tea in our brief encounter.

Jeremy-

Preparations have already been underway for a couple of days to ensure the tribe has enough water, food and fire permits. It is in my interest to establish our camp site early in the day, arriving around noon we drop the cauldron pots at the kitchen that had been requested. Searching by foot, the altar site takes awhile to divine, being led finally to a cluster of large rocks considered to be ascension rock and has been a place for many group meditations. The location, good but the vibration mixed and unfriendly. Agreeing that there is a need for clearing amongst the out cropping, with drums and words of kindness we invite any shadow energies to cross over back to the light. Now ready we set up our altar within a hollowed tree trunk, in our campsite. The energy seems improved although unsettled. Time feels like it is winding down to a virtual stand still as the afternoon goes on and on and on, with little other than duality and indifference taking a stand within the tribe. This translates to a disorganized supper and virtual confusion in the evenings drums circle. The disparity climaxes for me when conversing with Love Flame and Lisana while trying to plan the correct moment for the rose ceremony. Right when I believe clarity is within reach, Lisana behaves in the most unexpected way by throwing up her hands and abandoning the conversation. Duality and separation dances like a demon amongst the souls of the group and the mighty Shasta firs. It's not as though we were just living this feeling we were able to witness it within ourselves and amongst the others. It occurs to me that the peak of solstice is in the middle of the night and therefore the days surrounding are two vessels of equal proportions.When asking for unity we experience a concentrated dose of the opposite during this transition. 

Lisana-

I had mentioned to Sandra, our resident primary gate keeper of the Shasta cathedral, a week or two prior to our arrival, that my twin flame and I will be enacting the ceremony of the rose. With understanding that 2000 years ago the feminine surrendered the power over to the masculine, allowing for the era of duality, now the masculine energy will surrender the power back, but it will be different this time, as the power will be balanced into unity. Jeremy and I understand part of this ceremony will be us delivering the exchange as a physical expression while maintaining a level of creation.

I feel as though the stage is being set, as the light tribe communicates on facebook the efforts of securing, clearing and setting up the whole area. This amazing council of star tribe just seems to get us and without actually sharing what it is we do, they seem to know.

Upon our arrival it is our priority to find the camp site, cohesively, Jeremy and I in no spoken words begin the search and it isn't for the most shady or level site, it is for the altar.

Not far off is a newly set stone circle. The young man that had in his knowing to create it, is open and willing for us to use it for the ceremony.

Jeremy and I dress in robes for this comprehensive ritual, bringing a full entourage of offerings for charging the space in high ceremony. The day is very strange, nothing is aligning. Moments seem to drift on the mountain liken to the which dust displaces the footprints of worn deliberation. Jeremy and I can feel the tussle of discordance attempting to throw us into polarity, on this day, a day we are attempting to bring ultimate balance. 

As we walk to check on the tribe Jeremy begins to state what he wishes to do for the ceremony. He stops, stands in front of me and professes his will, with the words and actions of the collective masculine. He declares that he will kneel before me in the circle and fully surrender all the power back to the feminine, while laying rose petals at my feet and then I naturally will urge him to his feet while accepting this power.

Oh my God I think to myself, he is actually performing it right now. But not in the circle, nor with the tribe. But his heart is so open and his directive is clear, could this be it?

Wandering on, we run into Love Flame, where in our conversation I abruptly walk off, Jeremy runs after me with the realization that we are losing our balance, announcing his frustration he declares he will take a walk. I feel frustrated and now abandoned, I cannot understand what is producing this feeling of disarmament, almost like I wish to avoid everything and go curl up in a cave.

Then, out of the setting sun sky I get it, the revelation infuses me with a knowing. The feminine is reluctant to receive this great power as the propensity to hold onto the power is possible.

No sooner does this understanding filter in when I am thrown into immediate motion to find Jeremy. I run to the communal area where the kitchen stands, then to our camp site and altar, then back in another direction. My robe drags in the dust while tears stream down my face. I finally find him at our camp site where I fall to my knees in despair revealing to him the nature of my actions. Apologizing and affirming that I will stand for the unification and sharing the power as it is turned over.

Exhausted by the entire day, we go to the drum circle of disharmony. Reverberating the energy of the day on Mt Shasta, a day as Jeremy says where duality crashed into unity.

The evening approaches with the resignation that the ceremony in the circle will have to wait until tomorrow, on the other side of the peak of solstice. 

Surrendering, we go to bed, with a lingering residue of discordance.

Jeremy-

Thankfully my suspicions were right and the day couldn't feel more like a clean slate. The morning glistens as the bright sun sends spears through the giants on the slopes of this incredible mountain. Without hesitation, Lisana and I dress in full regalia knowing that what was not done yesterday has to be done today and what is to be done today is already underway. I suggest we visit everyone in the gathering asking for each one to offer a blessing to the blue shasta opal that represents the crystalline unity consciousness of our new beginnings. The opal was purchased the day before for this occasion and for the journey soon to come, Scotland to Egypt. So charging the crystal today is important. What I don't realize is how well this crystal works. 

We walk in a rhythm of procession with the gratitude for such duties in fullness and love, we move from group to group and individual to individual in the dusty bowl of the village center.

Most seem to recognize the opportunity of this communion, ceasing their morning conversations of awakening in nature. Serious glances are exchanged as blessings and smiles mount in the ignition of our higher self. Wanting to include everyone we explore the whole sight, sometimes being called by those not visible to us. It seems as though the awareness is growing as we enter the camp of a magical fellow, named Bubbles, who carries his heart so open you feel that he may fly away. We ask permission on entering the space between the two equally sized fir saplings which create the doorway. Moving into the space mid-way to the gathering of four, Bubbles jumps up, with gasps of heightened vibration. He steps into the chamber while the other three flow into angelic sounds and song, with the volume turned low. Bubbles is and looks like a holy man, dressed in indigo blue robes, holding a wooden staff of obvious power, with tears of a most loving son and devout lightworker. He almost falls into my arms yet his heart is as light as a feather. Reluctant to let go he loosens his grip to face Lisana and then loses it. I feel love and joy, pain and sadness for the world and Mother Earth pour from his eyes. There is no doubt we are in ceremony. He collapses to the dusty ground and sobs onto Lisana's feet. LOVE IS UNSTOPPABLE. The energy has gone way beyond the saplings, people peer towards us from over a hundred feet away. The chorus continues and after a few but lasting moments Lisana insisting, encourages Bubbles to his feet. All three of us with quivering lips recognize the potency of such an emotional outpouring. After he blesses the opal we praise the musicians and leave.

Lisana-

Moments like this are suspended in an inhalation where I exist somewhere else, the world disappears and I do not see, only feel. Jeremy so often has to tell me what has happened or the details, yet I am aware that when Bubbles falls to my feet I drape myself over his back for a moment and the utter discomfort I feel in his prostration brought us to such a state of grace. I quickly stood upright to gently lift him until he stands equal, eye to eye.

I say to him "I accept this power and share it unto unity".

He cries, I cry and the universe cries, playing this out to perfection, exactly how Jeremy described and performed to me.

Now the day after, an encore with no rehearsal, omnipresence of love. Jeremy and I return to our site and collapse with gratitude for the morning. Grounding by our altar, we sink into the moment and a unified field of love.

What happens next is what we can only describe as divine, for one by one the council begins to emerge from the trees, joining us.

We did not announce this, nor do most of the tribe even know where our site is, but they come, until we are 10. 

Equal masculine and feminine. This is our core star tribe, those who hold us in support, beloved companions of high council.

Doe a Deer

Lisana-
The directive came in just days prior to the mother energies of this week. May 11th thru the 14th are flagged as high potentials, once again. The summon to go to Orcas Island, specifically Doe Bay was in, with the docket beginning to reveal. The San Juan islands are known esoterically as to be a potent portal that has deep connections to Peru and Mt. Shasta. There are claims that tunnels exist throughout the islands and if you find your way, you may end up in the Hopi lands in Arizona. Also an incredible link to the Incans and the solar brotherhood of the seven rays. With this a critical time as Jeremy and I have only just returned from Peru and Shasta.
Jeremy insists that he cannot join me on this one, there are scheduled plans that seem unwavering. Having what Jeremy will say a "freakout" moment on the phone 2 nights prior, he insists we get together the next day to discuss how he will participate. 
My freakout I believe shocked him, more of an energetic take over for I am not fearful of going it alone just the overwhelming concern that I can accomplish this mission without my earth walker. Some of the requirements are not of my skill set, more of his and the demands as well as the stakes are high. 
It will be critical that he connects with me for a remote co-creation. 
My morning begins with the loving support of my new family. Sharon hands me a hot tea while prepares a juice for the road and in those grateful moments I sit with Tuva as we connect with my large crystal sphere for her to keep in tune with me. As I load my car I am greeted by a raven, I sense an old friend from my previous home that I left when I went off to Peru.
Upon my arrival on the island I make haste to the mountain lake which is close to Mt. Constitution. Here I ask permission to ascend the mountain (by vehicle) while calling in protection and assistance. I pull up to the parking where I am greeted by a man and his two dogs, asking him if he has seen any yew trees on the island. He looks at me and declares "no, but there is a lot of magic here".

Day 1 - So, let the games begin with clock quickly counting down for me to reach a specific timeline for effectiveness of my efforts to coalesce. A ceremony on the dock where I declare a clearing of the grid, I physically observe the water gently ripple away from me leaving behind a clear sheet of glass, instant reflection of the cooperation of the water element to assist in the clearing. My crystal bowl which played in Peru promotes the sound of the love frequency and holds within her handle turquoise from Peru.
Next the tower on the mountain named Constitution, of course I had to look up the meaning and the definition that struck me is "the forming or establishing something". With bowl on my back and crystals in bag I make my way up to the tower, a vista of the surrounding islands and water, water-water everywhere.
Playing my bowl at the top I then deposit crystals and head on.
The plan is that I have to be back in Port Townsend in 2 days for the Weesak full moon, so I must make haste while also not being seen as I well know from the Peruvian escapades.
Exhausted from little sleep these last two nights I feel compelled to get some rest for my body as the next day brings possibly the most intensive efforts thus far. To conclude the day, with the agreed time to connect with Jeremy at 9:00 pm I go to Doe Bay where I set up for ceremony, quickly revealing herself is a heron as I begin to play my bowl first above on the bluff and then below by the waters edge. The heron links two worlds: the waters of life—the Unconscious, and the air—the realm of the conscious mind.
Upon close of ceremony I witness the almost full moon with now a rainbow around her, beaming with affirmation.

Day 2 - Hold 6:00 a.m. ceremony by the water in Doe Bay; this intention is for the Lemurian energy to awaken. It is quiet, no one is around except the single deer who greets me for the ceremony. 
As I stand by the waters edge I observe almost simultaneously winged one's taking their place at either side of me on the rocks, the gateway of this magical portal. The first to anchor is a heron to my right and then much to my surprise as he flew in so low is the eagle. Both sitting on their thrones throughout the entire ceremony. I guess it was a correct statement when I was guided to know I will not be alone, even if Jeremy is not with me.

12:00 p.m. ceremony on Turtleback mountain; 5th element code.
Not entirely sure how to find the road for the trail when an eagle appears guiding me to the trail head. The significance of this is great as this will be my first time EVER walking a trail by myself, no earth walkers with their hands to guide. As I gather my items for what I am guessing about a 2-3 hour hike to the summit at 1500 feet, certainly not the Peruvian Andes that average 15,000 feet. While asking permission to enter I am greeted by several verbal ravens with a celebratory welcome. Amazed at how clear the day is and that no one is around, find it most strikingly odd. However understanding the effort needed here today and the potential for interference I am grateful to feel the apparent protection and support of the unseens and the clearing for me to proceed. I was shown that this could potentially be the most challenging of missions, yet the energy is feeling light and innocence fills the gentle breeze as I begin my ascent. I am first taken by the steepness of the trail and my mind drifts back to Peru on the island of Amantani, whereas I felt I could fall flat on my back due to the angle of the path. This really isn't as steep and when my mind begins to drift into thought forms I realize I must not day dream and for whatever reason is overcoming me to disappear into memories, this is not my usual affair. When I come back I find myself somewhere else on this path to the turtle's back. Growing aware that I am in a state of altered consciousness and finding it quite difficult to stay grounded. How can this be? I am on the ground, in nature with trees. Again, as if I blip out and appearing somewhere else, maybe the same path, maybe not. I have a memory that part of this mission has to do with timelines and that I must find the one timeline whereas I can leave the codes. Ceremony is well under way and as Jeremy and I have experienced it does not always mean we set up our altar and intention on our knees. Concerned a bit that I may go in so far and not find my way out I begin to leave a trail of crystals, like a bread trail. These are sweet little garnets that were in the crystal bowl during our time at Lake Titicaca for the kundalini energy. Now my intention is to raise the earth energies here on the turtle which is the oldest symbol for Mother Earth and the personification of goddess energy. So these crystals will assist me in a return landing, hopefully to the timeline I entered.
I am feeling a race of the clock as Jeremy and I are to coordinate precisely at noon, where he will be standing on mount Angeles, which is connected to Hurricane ridge with wand in hand. Finding the climb is challenging to my body for no apparent reason, I assume it has to do more with the effort of tripping across so many timelines in an attempt to find the location for the critical portal for delivery of codes. With bowl on back and the bag across my shoulders feels to be 100 pounds as it gets pulled through timeline after timeline. Suddenly I hear a horse with his whinnie sound, "surely not here". I pull out my phone to check the time and it is 11:11 and I must make haste to reach the summit in 45 minutes. I blink in and out, like fractal light waves when all of a sudden I see ahead of me the essence of my earth walker, Jeremy. He is in the etheric, almost transparent yet I have no doubt he is with me. Just as usual ahead of me and always urging me, "come on sweetie" he says, "we've got to hurry". He turns to me with his hand reached out, beckoning me when I feel I cannot move, as if stuck in quick sand the timelines are collapsing. Still leaving my trail of crystals and following my horse (Jeremy's Chinese symbol) I see below at my feet a giant snail (the totem is about the protective spirits that surround me). 
Deeper on the trail, where comes a division on the path, I must choose from 3 directions and choose in an instant, a raven calls out as I look to the sign ahead. Scratched and barely readable on the sign, reads "ravens ridge", and so it shall be. Following my twin flame as we take the path less worn, where hardly looks to be a path, can I find my way back? No time to ruminate, "keep on going" he calls out.
Again a quick check on the clock as I understand I must reach there soon, how will I know and what will reveal this to be the timeline. I come to a pass where it looks to be a ridge and a decline on the said path, as I start down Jeremy disappears and my glance is pulled to an open area and declare this to be it. Looking at the clock it is 11:44, an appropriate time indeed. Almost eerily surreal in this calm and quiet moment, with only a few song birds humming. I prepare my altar and proceed with ceremony, summoning the earth energies and delivering the new earth codes. Suddenly aware of an engulfing sound that severed the silence is that of my own distressed voice. For the morning of my departure to Orcas my voice disappeared and only whispers could form audibly from my throat. Now I cannot use any loud tone in this sacred spot, only the gentle tone of my bowl and the new frequency from my throat chakra. It is done and if this is the timeline, of which I cannot get a fix as I jumped through so many, the codes are deeply implanted into a most ancient spot. Crying out as if in a dream where you wish to scream yet no sound will come out, waves of energy roll through me. I have taken a hit, pretty hard. Between the warping through timelines and the inner earth I feel exhausted. Laying on what I perceive as the center of the back of the turtle with my knees up and staring at the sun I drift, wondering if I shall return. Something pulls me back, a hand is reaching out to me and I know this hand. Jeremy returns and urges me to my feet, "not now" he says. Then an eagle circles right above me with affirming gesture of his majestic flight. I quickly put my shoes on and make haste for my descent. Disoriented at first, which way leads me out, the path is not clear. Then I follow the flight of the eagle and step lively as the formidable ones are close at hand. 
I am not feeling well, my knee is hurting and shoulders are tender. I know I must get out quickly or the portal will close on me. When in doubt I am shown a blink of the crystals which lie on the path. Finally the end of the path, trail head in sight and awaiting me is my little yaris, something familiar.

Day 3 -  final sealing of work; return walk to the water, with 2 ducks heralding a very verbal farewell to me. Ducks are connected to feminine energies, the astral plane and e-motions through their connection with water. 
I turn and walk to my car holding in my heart that all is complete and as it should be. A most challenging time in ways I could not have imagined, but as always the beauty, abundance and light shines through. Thank you spirit for an endearing time on a potent island, the whale, the turtle and the deer.

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.