Dia Cinco

Very early in the morning, we headed to the station to board the buses, in order of arrival, that would take us up the mountain to the entrance gate of the Sacred City of Machu Picchu, a magical place of extraordinary beauty that represents the most important center of mystical and esoteric worship of the Incas.

The night before, I had a dream where I saw Eduardo and many, if not everyone else, from the group. I don’t remember exactly when he told me this, but according to Eduardo, we all shared memories that helped us heal from past lives where he had not taken positive actions toward others through spirituality and metaphysics. He even told Karla about her actions on this day in very specific terms, which my own higher self and guides had wanted to reveal to me for a long time, a revelation I would not discover until a year later.

Eduardo and I were cordial with each other, but we may have been enemies in past lives. Not in this one; we both told each other we were tired of fighting.

Well, as one often does, I deleted many of the photos I have of Karla and me together. I posted as many as I still have. I saw her on two more occasions after this trip, but the pain of not being with her was too much for me to bear at the time. Consider this my conclusion to this journey as the trip to Peru was almost over.

Karla and I kept wanting to be next to each other, so we switched seats in the train with our good friend Ronda. Ronda was her roommate at the hotel. My mom and I were always roommates with each other.

To get to Machu Pichu, you have to take a train to Aguas Calientes and from there, you take a bus which takes you up to the entrance they have built leading into the ruins.

Machu Picchu, designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is also known as the City of the Crystal. It is one of the primary energetic and magnetic centers of the planet, where our elder brothers, masters of infinite wisdom, dwell eternally, safeguarding all of humanity’s sacred knowledge.

Machu Pichu

Machu Pichu is an all day activity. This place was beyond beautiful. We spent all day here and even found one location where we did a powerful meditation. Karla shared with me her experience which I will not share out of respect to her. Just know that when you go to a mystical energetic location on this Earth, do not be surprised when the amazingness happens!

The dream I had about Peru before going on this trip felt like it was from a time that has been lost to history. Its memory lives on in the Akashic records and the memory of this beautiful earth. I’ve placed a link here if you’d like to read about my dream.

At the scheduled time, we descended to the town of Aguas Calientes to board the train back to Ollantaytambo. We all ate ice cream while waiting to head back. We ate in a restaurant where I imagine most people visiting Machu Pichu eat. It was a buffet-style restaurant with mostly Peruvian food.

It was on this day that our good redhead friend Laura had contracted a band of Mariachis to surprise us! Many of us were from Mexico, and we ended up dancing and singing with the Mariachi band. I think, funny enough, we even sang on the way back to the hotel on the bus.

Dia Seis

The night before, I had a dream of being with Karla and her dad in a place like where we visited in Machu Pichu. I had a dream, too. I was hanging out with three guys, and we ended up going to someone’s house who had a bunch of people from high school there. I also went upstairs to the top part of this building where the floor was wet. I turned off some of the lights and a guy who looked similar to Publio had to try and fix some of them manually.

After breakfast, we departed for the city of Cusco. Along the way, we visited the four Incan altars, which represent the four elements of nature: Tambomachay (Altar of Water and spring of spiritual purification and energization), Puca Pucara (center of connection with the air), Q’enqo (center of connection with Fire), and Sacsayhuaman (altar of connection with the earth and main temple of the Incas).

We visited a tiny little cottage with alpacas and other similar animals to the llamas.  We got to get up close and take pictures of these beautiful animals. It was funny because we saw a small furry little dog with white fur. One of us from the group joked and said he’s the “baby Alpaca.”

As we continued on, we saw some of the woman knitting and woven together the Alpaca fur to make clothes with various different colors. We even got to go inside a store to buy hats, scarfs, and socks made out of their fur! I bought three pairs of Alpaca socks which I still use to this day. I remember reading about the history of how the company of the man who had the vision to industrialize Alpaca fur for the mass production of clothing happened. Though the details escape, his legacy impacted me nonetheless.

The last ruin we would visit was near Cusco, which overlooking the city in fact. I remember we all gathered under a tree to mediate and discuss how we were feeling after our journey. It was not time to pull out the cards for the last group talk, but we were getting there.

I had an image come to me about this place and its people. It is very sad, but I will share it. I felt it as we left Cusco to head back to Lima the next day. There was a king who was loved by his tribe. The tribe was dying, and the king had many enemies and invaders. In a final plea, the king gathered all the men of the tribe. The king went to battle with his men in what looked like a heavily forested area. The tribe died. The king sang a song with the tribe before their final fight. The song was in some language I cannot understand, but its words and message were this. “To live long and mighty, to live forever, we shall in eternity. In the faces of our enemies, we will not succumb to fear, for our death is our liberation to glory everlasting in our true home.”

Final Moments

I don’t think I told anyone about this, not even Karla. Not to the extent I just did, anyway. We went to go eat at a restaurant in Cusco. The food was delicious. What stood out to me the most from this experience was watching Karla’s empathy and compassion with a child she saw. The young boy was upset and kept smacking this smartphone because it wasn’t working. Nobody else from the group saw this. This kid was by a corner near the door of the second floor where we ate.

Karla went up to the boy and talked to him, crouching down on her knees to his level. She came back to me and I asked her what she said to him. She said, “I told him to not hit the phone and to tell the phone that he loves it. To please work and that he is sorry he hit.” To that extent more or less is what she said. Her compassion in this situation sticks with me even as I write this.

Before heading to the hotel where we would stay for the night, we headed to some type of courtyard and museum at the top of the city. I was tired, so even as I write this I remember I was ready to rest. We all spent these last moments together with joy and love.

At the hotel, we would participate in some type of dance with the “devils” we saw earlier in the trains when we were on our way to Machu Pichu. After this, we would eat our last dinner together. They gave us Pisco to drink which is a type of brandy common in Peru and Chile. Some of us had a little too much to drink. Good timing to because right after dinner we gathered to pick out our cards and close out the trip as a group together.

My mom and I missed some of the drunken foolishness because we had to pay once again for a covid test. Our last Covid tests. Good riddance!

When we all gathered together to speak, our true emotions and feelings came out as we all shared some of our sorrows. Tears were shed, hugs were given, but most important of all, love and healing had begun and taken place. I cannot recall exactly what my card was or Karla’s. Though, for a time, the memory of it did stick with me.

For Karla, she would be getting ready to go back to school in less than a month or so after the trip. As for us, we stayed in touch, and the relationship we had was beautiful for as long as it lasted. There is one more day left on this journey to Peru my mom, and I took. This was the last day most of us from the group would be together before we all would depart back home the next day.

Return to Lima

We returned to Lima early in the morning with our designated group. I forgot who my mom and I were with, but it was a small group. Karla and I stayed in touch through WhatsApp. My mom was feeling better because she ended up getting some bad motion sickness from the elevated height in Cusco. I don’t remember too much about what my mom and I discussed, but we were both ready to head back home.

At this moment in time, we arrived at the airport in Lima very early and our flight to Miami wasn’t scheduled until the evening. We met up with Sonia, who we previously had met in Mt. Shasta. We spent most of the day with her, walking around and exploring the city of Lima. My mom and I were not ready. We walked up and down all over with her. There was no stopping her! She is an awesome woman.

We ended up saying our goodbyes to her as we prepared to board the plane. We saw Nancy from the group and a few other people who we also had previously met from other trips. They were taking the same flight back to the states as us.

Well, it turns out Nancy was right. We were not asked to proof a negative Covid test. She had refused to get hers willingly and pay for it. My mom and I choose not to risk it. This was the last time we would ever have to deal with this. May it be so humanity does not choose this path again out of fear. For us to be controlled by fear is to surrender our free will.

My friends, I hope you have enjoyed reading what I wrote about my experience and trip to Peru. This concludes my journey with the ho’oponopono group to Peru, which was of extreme significance to me. I have more to write about, other topics and trips. Stay tuned!

Much love, blessings, and all the best along with my eternal gratitude to you all.