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Peru 2012: Another Dual Purpose Mission - A Trip Back Home to the Universe, Not Just to Peru

Toward 12-21-12 Initiation & Ascension

Part 1: Revisiting old haunts from 500 years ago - Cusco, Vilcabamba, Machu Picchu; Part 2: Lake Titicaca, Amantani Island - Initiation & Ascension; Part 3: Lima - Recuperating from it all




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Peru 2012: Another Dual Purpose Mission - A Trip Back Home to the Universe, Not Just Peru

Toward 12-21-12 Initiation & Ascension

Part 1: Revisiting old haunts from a lifetime 500 years ago - Cusco, Vilcabamba, Machu Picchu; Part 2: Lake Titicaca, Amantani Island - Initiation & Ascension; Part 3: Lima - Recuperating from and recapping it all

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Vilcabamba: Harrowing Return from Inca's Last Capital, Ancient Past

Turning the clock back 500 years was easier than returning from ancient past; Spirit lays roadblocks and detours enroute to Quillabamba-Santa Teresa

Visit to and ceremony at Rosaspata, lost city of Vilcabamba and Inca empire's last capital and Nusta Hispana, virginal oracle


VILCABAMBA, Peru, Dec 16 - Our harrowing return from Vilcabamba was literally a trip from the sublime to the ridiculous. And dangerous at times.  Turns out, turning the clock back 500 years was easier than returning from ancient past. Yet all through that exciting day - Dec 16 - no matter what happened, I wore a smile on my face. Nothing could phase me. I seemed impervious to trouble and turbulence.  And God know we had had plenty of both that day.

Some sort of divine serenity permeated my every move, my every thought, my every emotion. Serenity embalmed me protectively isolating me from the physical world outside. Only sublime senses were allowed in.  Only loving and compassionate emotions were beaming out.  I felt as if I were walking on water, or floating on air. Just like a condor in that magnificent panorama shot above... gliding high over the last capital of the Inca Empire - Rosaspata - Hill of Roses - in Vilcabamba (green are on the map below - the shape of a puma-jaguar-otorongo in Quechua).



After a freezing and fitful night (see Part 1 of this story), I could hardly wait for the dawn to break out. By that stage, the light bulb in my room had also given up the ghost. It was great to see and feel the light enter the room and open up my consciousness. I walked out to the deck. The rain had stopped. Thank God. Because today we were hoping to take a fairly long trek up the mountain to the site of the last Inca capital - Rosaspata - the Hill of Roses.

I did not know exactly where it was nor how to get there. But I did have an urge to get out and start walking, if only to warm up my body. I set off in the direction of the rushing Vilcabamba river whose sounds I could here even in my room. From there on, I just let my feet take me wherever they may.  Everything happened so spontaneously that I did not even have my camera with me. But I did have my iPhone. So you can still follow my walk in the first 14 shots of the Photo Album below, as well as the subsequent trek the three of us made to Rosaspata.

When I got back to the hostel, I found Neil, our driver, changing a tire. Yesterday, in pouring rain, the windshield wipers failed. Liz had told me that he was supposed to bring another car with a four-wheel drive. But he said that car was disabled. Well, this Mitsubishi looked like it was on its last legs, too. Two mishaps in less than 12 hours was not a good omen.

After breakfast, I returned with Liz and Neil to the same trailhead. This is when I also showed them a pyramid rock that I noticed on my way back from the early morning walk. It sat right next to the rushing river. And I felt it was an anchor for this area, a vortex, acting as a connector of water, earth and air energies. I let them both feel the pyramid rock and see for themselves what it signified.

As we got to a foot bridge, several bull arrived to it on the other side at the same time. I suggested we yield the way. Liz and Neil agreed wholeheartedly.

After we crossed the bridge, I took my two companions on a little detour I discovered earlier this morning - that huge cliff - so they could also enjoy the beautiful views from there.

And then we headed up the mountain toward Rosaspata. The ascent was gentle and the trail relatively easy. "It's a good warm up to our Huayna Picchu climb tomorrow," I thought and later told Liz, too.

The first view of the Rosaspate from about half a mile away was breathtaking (see the Photo album). And then the closer we got to it, the more interesting its the details of the massive size of the last Inca royal palace became. I even spotted the image of a Tumi on the front lawn. It was not man-made, just a natural design.

Unfortunately, from here on in, I had somehow lost all of my videos and photos until just before we left Rosaspata. So this narration will have to do.

Story of Four Apus' and Their Chairs

After we climbed up past the first walls of Rosaspata, we paused for me to interview Neil and have him repeat on camera a story he shared with us yesterday in the car. Alas, that interview was also lost. But not the story.

Neil's family are originally from this area. In fact, they still have a property here in Huancacalle. The story was passed on to him from his grandmother who passed away recently. She heard it from her grandmother. And so on... you how folk legends are created.

Back in the days when Manco Inca was the Inca emperor who led his people to the safety this Sacred Valley of Vilcabamba (circa 1537 - see Part 1 of this story), and when I was here also with him incarnated as Hatun Watana, a high shaman-priest, the Apus (mountain spirits) came to our aid from time to time. Before the Spanish Conquistadors eventually reached this area, there was a meeting of four Apus (whose names Neil did not remember). They sat in four stone chairs, like the big thrones, each facing a cardinal direction. After the meeting, they warned the natives about the impending Spanish invasion.

The ground we were standing on while Neil was telling this story was where the four chairs used to be. In recent years, they have disappeared. Neil thinks some foreign archeologist stole them. In fact, he also told us stories about a lot of Italian "monks" who have been arriving in Vilcabamba who actually turned out to be archeologists looking for hidden treasures from the Inca time. When we were in Vilcabamba (the village) yesterday, he showed us where they lived. It was near the church on whose grounds I did ceremony in modern two-story buildings. Obviously, the project is being financed by somebody or something well heeled.

Visit to the Throne Room

Anyway, although the four Apu chairs are now gone, their aura is still present at Rosaspata. I felt that from there on, they actually took me on a guided tour. The Rosaspata site is so big that we separated after Neil finished his story.  I walked all around the huge palace, taking pictures and short videos (yes, the ones that are lost now).

Eventually, I found myself in, what I felt was, a ceremonial room. On one end was the royal throne. It faced west. On the opposite site, facing east, was where the high shaman-priest sat. In the center is where the ceremonies and festivities took place and the offerings to the emperor were made. I also felt that it was very near the exact place where Manco Inca (left) was murdered by a group of treacherous Conquistadors whom he had given shelter suspecting no harm.

During the civil war between Francisco Pizarro and Diego de Almagro, Manco fought with the latter, besieging Cuzco for ten months but failed to take the city. After the defeat of Almagro, Manco retreated to Vilcabamba, inviting some of Almagro's supporters to take refuge with him. They did so, but then killed him, in front of his sone Sayri Túpac and another of Manco's sons. Sayri Túpac was only five at the time.

The year was 1544. Despite his enormous military and political achievements, Manco was only 28.  He was the last ruling independent Inca emperor. His sons who succeeded him only ruled the independent state of Vilcabamba and tried to appease the Conquistadors. Manco was followed by his son Sayri Tupaq but only nominally, given that the child was only five.  A group of regents ruled on his behalf.  Sayri's brothers Titu Cusi and Túpac Amaru also had a chance to take their turn at the throne after the death of the predecessor. With the execution of Tupaq Amaru in 1572, the era of indigineous Inca rulers came to an end. That was the year the Conquistadors also destroyed this royal palace of Rosaspata and left the ruins to nature and the elements. It was not rediscovered until more than three centuries later.

I had a very eerie feeling when I approached what I thought was the Throne room. I did not know what to expect but knew there was a message there for me. Then I saw it. It was on the stone throne that I saw a beautiful kulla made out of a stone that was different than the rocks used in walls. It was shaped like a torch. And it carried a message for me: "Keep the eternal sacred Inca flame burning."


I knew that this is where I needed to do the ceremony. So I set up my camera on a nearby rock, and got it started. I finished by playing the El Condor Pasa tune.  That's when Liz and Neil finally caught up with me. I showed them the kulla and explained its meaning. Then I pointed to a place on the throne where this gift had been waiting for me for a long time. The place underneath was weathered and the torch shape etched into the base rock (right).

As we walked around this central part of the palace, I discovered a room with acoustic chambers (right). I had seen rooms like that before at Machu Picchu and at the Temple of the Visionary in Pisaq. In fact, the first time I ever came to Machu Picchu I instinctively stuck my head into one of those chambers and started to chant. I did not realize that the sound was so powerful that it attracted an audience behind me. Here's a Youtube version of that old video:

Machu Picchu Acoustic Chamber Sounds (July 6, 2008)


In a 2011 channeling with Ahtun Re, an ancient Egyptian spirit who ascended 3,500 years ago and who has access to Akashic Records, I found out that in that lifetime as the Inca shaman Hatun Watana, we did indeed use these wall indentations as acoustic chambers, both for ceremonies and for special and healing and even construction purposes (using the power of sound).

Back to Rosaspata, having all that stored somewhere in the back of my mind, I asked Liz to take my camera and start filming the various sounds as I walked from a a chamber to chamber trying to get the optimal resonance in each. Well, that video is now also lost. But we did get a chance to repeat the experience the next day in Machu Picchu. So just to give you a taste of things yet to come when I split up these sounds into separate musical notes, here's my first 66-second recording of...

"Machu Picchu Acoustic Chamber Choir" (sound file, MP3, allow time to download).

Above are the still frames from the video we made at Machu Picchu on Dec 17.  Stand by for a full version in that story.

After that, we walked back down the hill, and on to our next sacred site - Husta Hispana, the place of virginal oracles and of definite feminine energies.

Photo Album - Morning Walk, Rosaspata Visit (Dec 16)

Crossing river at start of my early morning walk

Cute, ancient foot bridge

View downstream...

Our hostel - Sixpac Manco :-)

Part of the way, I had to share the trail with animals

I veered off the trail to climb on top of a huge cliff

It was worth it. I was rewarded with a gorgeous view

On my way back, I was struck by this pyramid rock

I felt it was an anchor, a vortex, connecting the water, earth and energies

When I returned after breakfast with Liz and Neil...

I let them feel the energy themselves

Notice how the outline of the pyramid rock matches that of the mountain?

I was also gifted two kullas here - one for Liz, one for me

We arrived at this footbridge at the same time as these bulls

I suggested we yield the way... :-)

The three of us then headed up the trail toward Rosaspata

Along the way, I was also gifted this kulla for SOEs

I showed them my little detour, the huge cliff, so they could also enjoy the views

The higher up the trail we got, the more interesting the views became...

There were some beautiful flowers along the way, too

We even saw bamboo (!) at this elevation

And then, this was our first glimps of the magnificent Rosaspata

What special sign do you see in this image?

A Tumi!

Also, another kulla gift for SOEs - South American continent.

Long break and many pics and videos which I lost before this one was taken at the "Throne Room" of the royal palace

This is where I was gifted this special kull in the shape of a torch

And here was the message it carried for me...

It had been there waiting for me for a long time judgin by this weather mark

This is Neil, explaining to us the use of this grinding stone in the kitchen of the Palace






This was an Inca audio-visual device. You can learn more about it from the only video that survived my visit

Elevation of Rosaspata

Heading back toward Nusta Hispana

A nasty mosquito called Waka-Waka (Ouch-Ouch) landed on me and then on my new kulla. He caused me no harm. Just stopped to say hello to an old friend.

Another SOE gift kulla





Photo Album - Nusta Hispana (Dec 16)

View from Rosaspata toward Nusta Hispana

Nusta Hispana - Virgin's Oracle -

Virgins' urin streams were read by high priestesses into oracles

I did another ceremony at a feminine temple nearby



By the time we made it back to the hostel, it was well past noon. We did not waste any time getting under way. What awaited us was a long drive back to Santa Maria, and then another 45 minutes to an hour from there to Quillabamba.  That was the plan.

Well, you know what they say about the "best laid plans of mice and men."  Almost nothing went according to our plan. The Spirit realm had another one laid out for us. What I needed to do is surrender, let go of my own plans, and tune in and listen to their guidance.  And then share it with others. Liz in this case.  Who did not mind, either, changing our plans in flight.

What happened the afternoon of Dec 16 is a classic example of that.  Here's first a 15-min film that I put together from about an hour's footage shot along the way.  You will also find below some still shots from this extraordinary adventure:

Peru 2012: Harrowing Return from Vilcabamba, Trip to Ancient Past (Dec 16)


And now, here are some still shots from the rest of that day...


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