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Friday, August 18, 2006

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THE FACE IN THE ABYSS


“Imagination is the eye of the soul.” Joubert

Flying over the Nazca designs and peering at them from the vantage point of a small plane, I reflected back upon my altered-state experience in the small town of Aguas Calientes. My thoughts were of the magic that happened there and how it had shifted me to another level.

With ninety percent of Gringo Bill’s hostel empty, I began exploring the original one-of-a-kind rooms which were left with doors open. I found a second- story room with a huge wraparound deck looking out over the main plaza of the village and homesteaded it so I wouldn’t have to deal with Diana for awhile. The room had been painted a bright fuschia color with a round tantric-style mural of a couple making love painted on one wall. Outside on the deck, I pulled up an old wooden chair and parked myself squarely in the corner…queen of the castle! From here I had a marvelous view of the mountains in the distance, the people coming and going on the plaza down below and a quaint Catholic Church to my left. I put my feet up on the rickety wooden railing and made myself comfortable.

My eyes were drawn upwards where I saw a condor (a large bird with wing spans of up to ten feet) making circles in the sky. Condors have lived in the Andes for thousands of years, and they are said to represent Hanakpacha, where higher spiritual beings dwell. The Quechua Indians believe them to be symbols of spirit, messengers from the heavens, representatives of the mountain deities and a lucky omen! I snapped a picture against the cloud-filled sky and my spirit flew to join this awesome being soaring admidst the high mountain slopes.

I pondered what it would be like to live here. If it was anything at all like what I have been experiencing in merely one day, then it must be a mind-blowing place to reside. On the other hand, I recalled from reading the history of this area how fragile life was for this little village and for the surrounding area. In recent years there have been a number of natural disasters. Beginning in February, 1995, a huge landslide destroyed the entire hot springs complex at Aguas Calientes, just barely missing the village below where I now sat. Later that year, there had been another big landslide that swept through the serpentine road that curls around to Machu Picchu. Five months later, there was another avalanche. In October of 1997, a huge fire broke out in the area around Machu Picchu, which turned many of the emerald green mountains black. In 1998 there was another avalanche much greater than the first which dammed up the roaring Urubamba River at one place. The locals feel that the reason for all these disasters is because the local gods (apus) were angry with the desecration of their sacred lands. Perhaps the tourists should be advised to acknowledge the spirits and to make offerings--when they buy their train tickets to Aquas Caliente, they would receive such a warning note and advisory.

Living in this little village would make one feel very small and insignificant in comparison to the tall mountains and high-flying condors for living here would probably serve to humble the ‘ego’ part of the human so as to experience being ‘small’ for a change. Community with nature would most likely become one’s existence, as it has been for the Quechua Indians who have made this area their home for thousands of years. The community would consist of the sacred mountains, the apukuna, the rocks, the springs, the plants, the animals, the ancestors, the family members and the Great One Herself, Pachamama. This is something I could definitely get used to for I am a pantheist and Nature is my religion.

The clouds gave way to dusk, and I watched as the light faded on the mountains. The mountains became silhouetted against the dimming light of the sky. Suddenly my eyes spied an image of a Face on one of the cliffs of the mountain directly to my right. It reminded me of one of those Easter Island statues for the Face was immense. The eyes, the nose, and the mouth were clearly formed to portray a face. Could this be a natural rock formation, or was my imagination getting the best of me I asked myself, and before I could give myself the answer, I knew! This Face had been given the job of guardian to the vortex. I felt riveted to my chair! The moment I connected to this Face I had sensed an energy flow between us. It was the guardian of this sacred area, and it was expressing itself to me energetically! What is more, I felt the energy of great love and compassion emanating from it and merging with me. My heart zoomed out of my body, twirled around the mountain peaks and landed back in my chest with a thump. This heart connection between us felt so very real! I felt honored that it had revealed itself to me. Then I merged with it.

After a period of time (who knows how long) I came back into my body, and my thoughts were brought back once again to the Ancients who lived here so very long ago. Did they engineer this Face and entrust it to guard the sacred area around here or was it just a natural formation that had been magically enlivened? Had anyone else ever noticed this Face? How many had experienced the energy of the Face as I had? Did the face point to a treasure, or was there an entrance to the Etheric City inside Machu Picchu through the Face? Was it merely a guardian or did it serve multiple functions? Whom could I tell about this Guardian without seeming totally bonkers?

Reluctantly, I peeled myself off my wooden chair and returned to my room. All was dark in the room, and I was relieved to discover that Diana was not around. I laid down on my bed, switched on the table lamp and picked up a book that I had purchased in one of the shops, “Journey to Machu Picchu” by Carol Cumes. I randomly opened to a page, and my eyes fell upon this passage, “The three world are interconnected, and it is possible to pass from Kaypacha to Ukhupacha through the the kkocha (lakes), pujyu (springs) and pakkarina (place of origin). One passes from Kaypacha to Hanakpacha through tombs, special rocks, and crosses. There is a continuous interconnection between the beings of the three worlds, an important aspect of the Andean cosmology.”

Upon reading this passage, the light went off over my head. Of course! Just as I had sensed with my interchange with the Face, the Face was a connecting place. “According to Andean cosmology, the Andean universe is arranged on three planes of existence. The universe is divided into three “worlds”: Kaypacha, Hanakpacha, and Ukhupacha.”

Kaypacha is the world where humans, animals and plants live. Hanakpacha is the upper world where highly evolved beings live and Ukhupacha refers to the underworld inhabited by supernatural spiritual beings. Now I could put all the pieces of my magical afternoon together: the condor came to me as a messenger to initiate my understanding of what then followed. I had accessed the upper world of Hankpacha through the Guardian, the special rock, and then had been given a blessing from the upper world. That was why I had perceived so much Love Energy course through my system. The Guardian was a portal or stargate to the upper world! I was so excited after putting all this information together that I screamed outloud with joy and danced around the room. Life was so delicious, mysterious and fun!

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