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. 

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. 

Path Of Manco Capac

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

Love Lies Bleeding

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      

The Waiting Room

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

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