The I Ching’s Song

On December 4th of 2011, it was just at the last turn into the famous and infamous to some, Golden Age of 2012.  Would it be golden or would it be more like fried liver.  Sorry to those who are liver lovers.  I’m not one of them.  I arrived with a very different feeling coming back to the place I had previously spent 3.5 months volunteering.  This time I came back from the sacred valley a much different person with the knowledge that I had to take on this challenge of being a facilitator for the retreats.  I would be the “go to man” for everything.  Though I knew the challenges would be great what actually became my greatest challenge was realizing that I was doing something on a deeper level which I’ve waited 8+ years to achieve.  That thing that I’m achieving is stepping, finally, into my own true personal power.  My higher self’s plan was brilliant and I knew I had to take this road to finally punch through a blockage that I have not been able to open and step through and move forward with who I truly am.

The Bubble

I’m officially declaring any and all tiling projects to be weird, funky and a difficult to do in the jungle!   I just finished phase two of the shower tiling project that I began a few weeks ago.  I had finished the floor but was unable to get to the 2-foot section of wall in the shower surround.  I knew this was going to be quit the project given the tiny space I had to work and the difficulty of the cement and working with it here in Peru.  It’s very weird cement.  Let’s just put it that way.  Basically, I got the walls done 3 hours later.  I was covered from head to toe with cement and mosquito bites, dripping with sweat and making the above declaration at the end of job.  Now, it’s dry-time and grouting left to go.  Oh, I also have to stain the upper walls as we’re not tiling all the way up the wall.  This shower is for the shipibo family that care takes the land.

The Shift of the Ages

While humanity and Mother Earth are going through there Shift of the Ages, I’m definitely getting ready to go through what I think will be my biggest shift of this life time for me.  It appears to me that this shift is even bigger than my Dark Night of the Soul shift that I wrote about some months ago.

It’s been awhile since I’ve updated my blog due in big part to the fact that what I’ve been processing since my Heart-Shaped Perspective blog from November 5th has been so rapid and extraordinary for me that it’s been difficult to put it into words.  I just couldn’t seem to motivate myself to write down what I thought I was experiencing just before coming back to the Jungle.  The uneasiness that I was feeling about coming back, I understand now, what due to something that I was afraid to face.  And oddly enough, it’s also what I’ve asked to have changed about myself.  Well, here it comes.  Couple this with the 4D shifting and I feel like I’ve been tossed in the Cosmic Washing Machine being forced to find my center and focus.  I don’t feel like I’ve got much of a choice.  Anyway, the premonition was correct.  In fact, I could feel it in Lima.

The Heart-Shaped Perspective

So far this journey has been like being on the edge of my seat all the time and I suppose, as of today, it’s not really much different. Circumstances, elements, energies and feelings are shifting once again and once again I’m findig myself in the position of really putting my trust in the universe and myself.

The other day I took a hike to one of the sites that I journeyed to called Pumamarca back in August and September during a San Pedro ceremony with several friends.  Pumamarca is an ancient Incan warrior spiritual training site where warriors would go to work on their spiritual relationships with themselves and the spirits that supported their culture some 500 years ago.  It was where they went to do their medicine work with San Pedro and whatever other plant medicines they were called to work with.  The end result, of course, being that they developed a much closer relationship with themselves and learned to tap into higher levels of wisdom and personal power.

Proudly a Fool Child

“Fool-Child”
From the Voyager Tarot
by James Wanless, Ph.D.
© 1986 James Wanless and Ken Knutson, and used by permission of the author

Like the fetus and dependent child, live on faith in the order of the universe. Know that you are taken care of. In accepting this law (trust in the Universe), you can be the Fool; you can relax, be yourself, take risks, play.  As the innocent Fool and wide-eyed Child, be open and curious. This receptive state of mind makes you intuitive, original, spontaneous and present. Allow your natural genius expression. Like the child, you have tremendous vitality, a youthful energy that wants to move about, experience and learn. If you occasionally fall on your face, that’s part of growing.  As the number of this card, zero, you are like spirit, you are everywhere and nowhere, lost and secure, young but wise, silly yet serious. Follow the spirit (your toucan angel guides) rather than the practical and conventional. Taking such a leap of faith may allow you to be fooled in a worldly sense, but it also gives you a rebirth through a mystical, transcendent experience which brings a breath of fresh air (Ehecatl —the Aztec wind god), a new life and a new beginning.

From the very beginning of this journey from the point at which I decided to make my trip to Peru a reality I have been operating under the frequency of the Fool Child.  Stepping off the cliff into never before explored territories physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually has proven to be one of the toughest things I’ve done and at the same time one of the biggest blessings I’ve received since being born into this life time.  Through the many hikes that I’ve done in the awe-inspiring Andes mountains of the sacred valley of Peru the lessons of learning to live through the heart and ultimately by my faith in the universe has expanded to deeper levels.  As I hike the narrow trails of the mountains around Ollantaytambo, often overlooking steep precipices and cliffs into deep valleys of rivers and ancient fallen stones, I’m reminded of the reason I made this journey in the first place.