The Story of the Stone -
A Mystical Journey to Peru
Part Two - by Margo Carrera
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Peru is not a destination, it is a calling.  When I got the stone at the Grandmothers event, I heard and felt the calling loud and clear.  Amazingly enough, a week later, I received an e-mail from one of my mentors, Rita Rivera Fox, notifying me of an upcoming trip to Peru.  This trip would go to Cuzco, Machu Picchu, the Sacred Valley and then on to Lake Titicaca.  When I read about the Lake Titicaca portion of her trip, I knew that I had to be there.  So I signed up to go to the second portion of her trip.  Not knowing why though, I booked my plane flight to go to Peru for the entire time that she was there.  I wondered what I was going to do during the extra time span, but it felt right to book those dates.  Again, a week later, I knew why I had saved those dates.  I received another e-mail from another mentor, James Williams, the author of the Andean Codex, inviting me to come to Peru for a very special event. He told me that Sebastian, a Q’ero shaman elder told him that his people have a prophecy that there will come a time when their people will be asked to share their sacred knowledge with the outside world and that he has been told that the time was now.  They invited me to be among the first to receive an initiation onto the path of the Q’ero shaman.  I was so honored and of course I said yes.  It just so happened that the date that this was to happen, was within the dates that I had set aside for my trip to Peru.  Can you just feel the perfection of the Universe in this?  It gets better.

This was one of the most sacred experiences of my lifetime. There was a moment in time during the initiation that I knew that this was more important than I could know; that this was a mile-stone in my life. Channels opened in my body which allowed me to become much more connected to nature and gave me the ability to feel it, see it more clearly, and communicate with nature.  My respect for all living things was awakened.  Abilities were awakened that I did not even know about until later in the trip.  I was initiated onto the first path of the shaman, the path of Ayni.  Ayni can be translated to mean reciprocity; the giving and receiving of all things.  It sounds simple, but it is a profound path and we as humans on this planet have much to learn on this path.  Our belief in lack has led us further and further away from Ayni.  The Q’ero’s believe that everything in the physical world comes to us from Mother Earth; our bodies, our clothes, our homes, and our food.  There is no lack for them because they take care of the Mother and the Mother takes care of them.  Ayni.

After our initiation, we went to Machu Picchu, the seventh wonder of the world.  It is a mystical place that still holds its magical energy.  To walk into the compound is to walk into the sacred beauty of nature.  Green mountains surround you and hold you safely like a womb. Here we held a blessing of thanks to the mother for our gift and we gave back to her.  As we finished I could feel her loving me and I turned around to see her blue mist rising from the soil.  It was an unforgettable moment.  Yet the trip just kept getting better.

Because the two groups were going to be in Peru at the same time and the same place, we were able to coordinate for them to come together in ceremony.  After our initiations were completed, we held what was called a Hatun Dyspacho.  It was an amazing event.  We had a group of Q’ero come down and play their native flutes, Sebastian lead the blessings and nature responded by the sun coming out and the birds began to sing.  Many saw light descend into the middle of our circle.  I was so joyous because my daughter had come with the other group so I got to experience this moment with her.

This was a beautiful ending to one part of my journey and it heralded in the very exciting second part of the journey.  Lake Titicaca is said to be the navel of the planet.  It is said that this is where civilization was born.  All lay lines lead out from this lake to temples, and pyramids across the planet.  This is where I was to find the locations on my stone.

On the first day there, we were taken to Amantani Island.  It is called the Island of the pink ray.  Mind you, we were now at about 13,000 feet above sea level and we were asked to hike to the top of this Island, which was at about 15,000 feet above sea level.  Along the way, my mind kept saying, can’t we just stop here by this tree and do our ceremony?  But no, we had to go to the top.

At about three quarters of the way up, I started to feel the altitude.  My lungs were heaving and my head was aching.  But something inside of me said, you will make this journey.  Slow down, it doesn’t matter if the others go ahead of you.  It doesn’t matter if they wait for you.  It will be their choice.  What matters is that you enjoy the journey.  Stop and catch your breath and see the beauty around you.  It is not about the destination, it is about the journey.  So I did slow down, and they did wait for me to get to the top.  As soon as we arrived, Rita pulled me into the center circle and we began to each say what was in our hearts.  When it was my time, I felt called to bring in the Grandmothers energy, for had they not brought me here?  They were the ones that brought forth the stone.  As I called them in, I literally heard everyone in the circle behind me (about 25 people) give an audible sigh, like the sigh you would hear of someone receiving a wonderful backrub; the sigh of comfort.  As we all joined hands in the circle and simply radiated our heart energy as a group, the vortex opened and out of the center of the circle came the pink ray from the earth.  Was this the vortex that had been shut off?  Was this the one I was to open?  If so, it was indeed now open. 

It turned out that the destination was just as good as the journey. That night, energies kept coming into the room.  I was able to see them and so did my roommate and Rita.  I figured that we were being prepared for the next day.  I could tell that something very important was going to occur the next day.   This was the day that we were being taken to the Doorway, a portal that was recently found by our guide Jorge Delgado.  He was supposed to lead us there but he got called away.  In the morning, I thought to myself, we aren’t going to have a shaman on this journey to do a blessing of the land there.  It is such sacred land.  That’s when I got an ‘ahh ha’ moment.  I realized that there was going to be a shaman there – Me.

In my visions prior to coming, I came to know that it was through this portal that many Incans escaped and it is said that they took the golden sun dial with them.  In my visions, this was the place of my capture.  I had stayed behind to close the portal.  I was a little scared to go there but I kept breathing out the fear.  Face the fear and do it anyway is what my best friend, Marsh Engle, always tells me. 

As we arrived, I could feel the energy of the site.  There was pain and suffering there. A woman met me as I approached the site and she was holding three feathers.  I purchased them; she said they were condor feathers. I was not sure that this was so, but it didn’t seem to matter.  I took the feathers with me and went to the site.  There in the spot where I set my mesa down was a hole to put the feathers in.  That was a good sign.  This was where I was to hold the ceremony.  Here I sat and listened to what the land was wishing for me to do.  I called in the four directions, Mother Earth, the Apus (Mountain Spirits), the Thunder Spirits, and the Nature Spirits.  Our group was in tune with the space and one of them began to speak a message, then another, and another.  I felt that one more had not yet spoken, and asked if there was another message for us.  There was, a lovely petite woman came forward and shared her message and then it was time to begin.  We said a prayer of forgiveness to the earth for the conflict that occurred over the land.  We each spoke what was in our hearts, and I then began to lift the energetic imprint of the conflict off the land.  I also cleared the geopathic stress in the land that had been caused by the conflict. After, we formed a group circle and I asked them to listen for a tone in their heads.  Then, when they heard the tone, they were to OM this tone.  When they began to tone, every single person in the circle had the same exact tone.  It was a deep guttural note that you might hear a Tibetan monk chant. The ground literally vibrated as we chanted and then I heard the words, IT IS DONE.  Rita heard them as well.  Then nature responded.  The winds began to blow and the sky clouded.  There was thunder and lightening.  We all returned to the bus.  But before I did, I turned to Rita and said, I think that the stone is asking to be left here.  She told me yes, it is.  It was like saying good-bye to my best friend.  I laid the stone in a pile of stones near the doorway.  My job was done here.  I had begun my path as a shaman. 

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