20 February, this was my first visit to the Sacred mountain of Aoraki (Mt Cook). I was blessed with clear views. Spending four nights camping there at the Doc campground. I hadn’t showered, but who’s counting, I bathed in the mountain vibes.
First views as you approach, with beautiful Lake Tekapo
It was a small bit of a mission, wheeling my trolley bag from the information centre to the camp ground. But maybe I was supposed to walk overland. I had got close because a young couple had given me a lift there. However, they weren’t going any further. We stopped on the way to take pictures of Aoraki on a clear day. It took our breathe away really. There it was.
First Glimpses of Aoraki up closer
In this post you will probably find there are far too many photos of the Mountain. However, editing is difficult with so much beauty. Aoraki sits closest to the heavens, as the tallest mountain in New Zealand, at 3,724 metres.
21/02
I would walk the track to the Hermitage Hotel every day. This was for my main meal of the day, which was a plate of roasted potatoes/kumaras. I ate in luxury with a view of the mountain. As the Hotel has large glass windows, so the mountain sits with you as you eat.
22/02. An evening walk to a viewing platform, with waters close to camp, and the sun setting on the mountain. It was the Kea Point Track, which is a one hour return walk.
Aoraki, and the brothers of Ka Tiritiri o te Moana
The sons of Ranginui, the Sky Father, were Aoraki and his three brothers. They became stranded on a reef. As they were on a voyage down from the heavens to visit Papatuanuku, the Earth Mother.…
Aoraki is considered by Ngāi Tahu, as a very sacred and significant mountain. The South Island Māori of Ngāi Tahu, carry the legend of Aoraki. Above is the start of the legend, to go deeper, go here.
23 Feb, on this day, went on the Hooker Valley Track walk and took my time. Along the way bumped into Sonia, whom had also been at Resonance Festival.
Sir Edmund Hillary, ascended Mt. Cook in 1948. This was quite a difficult climb in itself. It would have surely well prepared a mountain climber for Everest stakes.
The Hooker Valley Track walk, is a beautiful three hour round trip from the camp. With three swing bridges along the way, board walks and gravel pathways. If Sir Ed was walking with me, he surely would have had enough and gone on ahead. As I took my time. The third swing bridge leads to the source of the Hooker River. With the track ending at the glacier lake, it is a beautiful spot to spend some time. Put your feet in that pure icy water, wash your face and cleanse from everything. With outstanding views of Aoraki, the Hooker Glacier and Kā Tiritiri o te Moana (the Southern Alps). Returning on the same tracks and swing bridges back again to camp.
Camping at Aoraki
Camping at White Horse Hill campsite is a Doc site. It has a kitchen all set up there. That was great.
Camp ground at Aoraki
There is a beautiful channel by Lee Carroll (Kryon) recorded at Aoraki. It was recorded on the 21st of October 2016, if you would like to listen here. Kryon mentions that this mountain is very important as one of the twelve nodes of the earth.
Last sunset evening walk
And a last evening walk near the mountain, for the sun setting. My time in Aoraki, was to just be, to celebrate with the mountain. Somehow rejuvenated after my time there, from soaking in its vibrations somehow. The next day, 24 February, I was away, bussing down to Wanaka way for a shower.
This was my first visit to the Big Island. It was also the first time hosting groups in the Lemurian homeland of Hawaii. This felt like quite a thing! The first group was in Kona, on the west side, and the other in Pahoa, on the east side.
A local whom I had not met, called Ekahi. Had kindly put the net out in a face book posting to those he knew on the island. And sound healers and a venue popped up to join and take part. He was very supportive in helping the groups to come together Mahalo!
Kona
12 October, I flew in at 8.30 pm that night from San Diego, with United Airlines. The airport at Kona, in the Hawaiian way, is like being outside already. Waiting outside, a woman called Victoria came to pick me up. We had been connected online by Ekahi. I had not met her before, but I felt an instant connection. She was with her son and a German lass whom was doing a work away exchange with them. They were all fresh from the sea, as had just been surfing.
Arriving at Victoria’s house, the first thing I find is the amazing sound of the frogs. It was like a beautiful symphony, and not the normal sound of frog. Even though these are introduced frogs on the island, and they breed fast. Still the sound seemed to somehow suit being there. It happens all night. Then it is quiet again during the day. You go to sleep with this symphony resounding in your ears. Victoria’s daughter was away on Molokai, she let me stay in her room, which was good timing.
Sunset from Victorias.
The next morning I walked up the road to find a fruit stall. Victoria had given me directions to the stall. I thought I had found it. However, it was a café. I ended up having a big discussion about all things spiritual and esoteric with the two men there. One of them looked like Noah. It was how I imagined the man with the Arc looked. The other was the owner. He decided he wanted to cook me an eggs and bacon breakfast to share. They were Christians. They wanted to know my thoughts on God outright. Somewhere along the line, I ended up with some light language for them after breakfast.
He took me on his small golf cart to his section. He wanted to show me his land there and seemed to think he should take me. It was a bit scary in places, as the vehicle went down on quite an angle. But tightly holding on, we got to the designated spot he knew about. We did a short ceremony on the land. After I finished, this driver also did some light language. It was unexpected.
I hadn’t found the fruit place, but found the supermarket up the road. Victoria was wondering where I had got to, as I had been away a few hours. Turns out I had been at her neighbours. I did a Lemurian Healing for Victoria that day. The house was gorgeous. It has a large open plan design and kitchen. It sits up high in Captain Cook, overlooking out to sea. The sun goes a brilliant orange with the sunsets there.
Victoria said that the group could go ahead at her lovely house the next night. As there was a problem, in that the original venue had overbooked. This was good, as it meant that her partner and the German lass could also attend. It seemed as this first group was meant to be on this part of the Island, on this sacred land.
Kealakekua Bay
During the day I went down to Kealakekua Bay. Victoria kindly dropped me down in the morning, in the snorkeling and swimming place. I walked round a little bit of the walk and then lay in the sun and swam. Then later I walked back up to Kealakekua Bay. I stopped on the way at a clearing. LL energy was coming through at the clearing. Then at the Bay, I felt the energy very strongly around the ancestral site. I was there.
The bay there is where the Spinner dolphins come in most days. They are nocturnal. It is better to go swimming with them first thing in the morning. And eave them alone during the day to sleep. So I didn’t swim there. There was some locals with the doors open in their cars right beside where they sleep. They were playing very loud music, and my whole body was feeling what the dolphins were feeling. Only I suppose the dolphins have an even more sensory sound sense. So, I really felt it for the dolphins and made an exit myself.
A young local Hawaiian lass and her brother gave me a lift back up. They also picked up another sister. There were going to cook for their church group, so were off to the supermarket, and dropped me there. She told me about the Mongoose, and how they can steal your food if you are not looking!
And then back to Victoria’s, where she had been busy and had prepared the space for the group that evening. We put some candles around too. Kristin Aria Shaw arrived with a friend of hers, whom carried her large Harp up the stairs.
Lemuria Rising Group – Kona
14 October, 7.30-9pm, Coffee Drive, Captain Cook.
The door is open to the Lemurian energies, an allowance for the original innocence, purity and joy. These energies are now accessible again on the earth plane without interference. Let these sounds, vibrations and frequencies of the evening wash through you. The intention is for you to leave with a greater sense of harmony and balance.
Kristin Aria playing her Celtic harp for the group, was very soothing and healing. www.kristinaria.com. And I brought through light language attuning for the heart, solar plexus, and throat chakras. The feeling of harmony was strong and held in this group. Mahalo to everyone, there were seven of us for this first group in Hawaii. Which holds a reference to the Pleiades. So I couldn’t help but wonder that they were over lighting this first anchoring on the Big Island. Whatever was needing to be done, was done and significant for that group.
Kristin Aria Shaw
The next morning I was catching an early bus, to the other side of the Island. I walked to catch the bus at 6 am in the morning. It was dark as I walked down the road with my bag. The moon was up and full, and looked amazing. I was moving from one side of the island to the other on the full moon. It was the first of a series of three super moons, happening in succession in October, November, and December. What a way to finish this year and ‘up-grade’. Victoria came by in her car, she was worried I hadn’t got there so had driven down! It was so nice. We had a big hug. I was very thankful to her for her support. It was like it was written in the stars.
The bus came to $2 for a 4 or 5 hour bus ride (a lot cheaper than Iceland!) and it was a nice bus and bus ride too. I got to see the maunas, the mountains, which took my breath away. There are five volcanoes on the Big Island. Two main ones Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa.
Hilo
I got off the bus in Hilo at about 11 am. The next bus to Puna was in about 3 hours. So, I had some time. When I arrived, two large Banyan trees stood before me, forming almost a gateway. I felt called to walk through them upon arrival. These beautiful trees seemed to hold some powerful energy. I felt this energy strongly as soon as I got off the bus. The rawness and energy were powerful around the area in the park. They were different from the other side of the Island. The energy was almost more potent.
I got some yummy Tapioca and food. With my bag, I sat in the park near the bus station to eat and re-group. There were some people around for the free meal that day. The band was playing overly cheesy Christian songs. A man came by whom was part of the Christian group offering the free food for the homeless. He saw I was a traveller and invited me to join for something to eat. I thanked him but said I had my lunch, talking further he said he was the pastor at the church. He said the land we were sitting on used to be buildings, and the Tsunami had wiped them out.
At the bus station, I met a Hawaiian man. His name was Hale. He said this was the name for heart in Hawaiian. He had a staff and a big beard and was about sixty or so, he held a powerful mana. I went to connect with one of the big trees in the park. I felt much better, after grounding in with this tree and light language. Like I had landed.
Before the bus came, I got to talk to Hale again. I said that I was a white woman bringing through an ancient language of this land. He spoke of how things might not be as they seem. He said a name that I didn’t understand, it was Hawaiian, the bus came, and we got on. His friend helped me put my bag up. We actually didn’t talk on the bus, but sat on seats parallel. It was like they were my chaperon’s to Puna. Hale had said he could sense my positivity. I sensed the same energy from him.
PunaDistrict
Emily Button I had met in Maui. She had since moved to the Big Island, where she had bought an off grid house in Kapoho. She knew I was coming through, and had kindly offered that I could stay at her house. She was going to be away on Molokai.
I got off the bus at Pahoa. I had Emily’s directions written down. But I didn’t really have a hot clue as to how I was going to get there. I got a little bit stressed, but I guessed I should just roll with it. So I went into the garage and ask for advice. A man and his friends are getting something out of the fridge. They let me know some directions. I go up to where they say I should wait for a bus. I walk up the main street of Pahoa. This town is like stepping back in time, its like a cowboy town with wooden boardwalks. Strolling along raised wooden platform sidewalks with Victorian-style storefronts.
I see the same man again in his car. His friend is looking for me. They say, “We will give you a ride there!” He said he was given the message to take me. So these three angels, that may not look like angels, gave me a lift directly to Emily’s house. I give them my directions to the lady in front. Together, they make sense of it and we are rolling through towards Kapoho. I was sitting in the back with a butch kind of she. She was kind and full of information, and had been fixing the driver’s car. She had bought a cheap piece of land, and was building a house from scratch. Amazing! Railroad Ave. where Emily lives is a two-mile Dirt Road. They were happy to go down a road they have never been on before. It was a great adventure. I gave the driver $10 for his help, as I was very appreciative.
Kapoho
Emily Buttons place on Railroad Ave. They felt apprehensive dropping me off, as no one was there. I knew I would be fine, and I was in the right place. There was a lovely dog there, it let me past. Emily’s was open, it is always open. Many houses are in the Big Island. As there is no glass on the windows, just netting for mosquitoes. I went in and quietly made myself at home. I had some food with me. I felt the quiet and the land and I was happy for a sanctuary.
Emily’s good friend Marty, came back later, as he also lives in a building on site too. And is also kind of like a caretaker. He was helpful and kind to me. He had just had a birthday party there the night before. I was glad I had arrived on a quieter night.
Her place is off the grid, as a lot of places on the island are. I guess it easier in a warm climate all year round. It had all you needed, including Wi-Fi. Large windows look out to ferns, greenery, coconut trees and Hawaiian foliage. The windows in her room also looked to the two goats, so you could see their comings and goings. One had a bell on, which was reassuring in a way that I was with company.
Puna anti-social club.
Emily is American, and so is Marty, whom seems to be resourceful and talented at building. He told me he had an epiphany one day as a software engineer, always working indoors. That he wanted to do something new, something else, thus he moved to Hawaii, a cowboy making things. He attended many burning man festivals, and built many structures. Marty helped with the fire side of things because he likes fire. One of Marty’s other loves is playing 80s hits, locked in, loudly in the car. He must have found me very annoying. As Cyndi Lauper was resounding through my ears I asked him to turn her on down. Marty has built an adorable side building, which was part of their enterprise. In that it was an air b n b set up. A sign saying, ‘Puna anti-social club’ sat proudly above its door.
Marty
On Monday he took me into town as he was going in. It was my first day out of the grounds. At the supermarket, I feel a tap on the shoulder. It’s the man who gave me a lift two days ago! Wow that is amazing, he tells me his name is Dusk. So I introduce him and we all chat for a while, I’m reeling on the synchronicity of it all.
On the Tuesday, I walk to the end of the drive, and my body is finally moving again. As I had been quite tired again, and had enjoyed the space and rest and meditation. Papayas, bananas, avocados are all free from the neighborhood. I walk down the road and pick up papaya and avocados. I take them if they are on the ground and look like they are not going to be used.
Izzy
Warm Pools
Marty picks me up on the main road as arranged (Kapoha Road) and takes me to the Warm Pools. Which was lovely. I felt strongly the energy of the land beside it. The Hawaiians have claimed this land as Kings land. They are protecting it. Izzy was Marty’s dog, and he had got her from a shelter. You couldn’t help but fall in love with her. A woman came swimming by with bright blue eyes and she had remarked on the doggy waiting patiently. Patricia and her partner were house sitting nearby, and she had also been to Burning Man a few times.
They follow us back and came to see the place and I do some LL for them both. Which Patricia responds to well and is full of joy about. They leave before it gets dark, as there are no street lights down that there dirt road.
Kilauea
The next day I rest and get ready to go to Volcano National Park. It’s a rainy day, but Marty is still keen to go. He kindly offers to drop me off. I make some food to take. I was going to stay at Holo Holo Inn. So he drops me at the Hostel in Volcano to check in. The Japanese man whom owns it, Satoshi, he says ‘two minutes later and you would have missed me’. I put my bag in the room with one other young lass, and briefly chat to her. Then I head back out to the van. Where Marty and Lucy the dog, drive up to the see the Lava at night, to see the crater. From where he parked, it was a short walk up to the lookout. Up we go, its dark and I cant see where I am going, but we are on the Mountain. It was amazing to see it glowing red up the top. Some nice people offered their binoculars. I looked at it through them. Oh my goodness, it looks amazing seeing it through these lenses!
Volcano
Marty drops me back to the Holo Holo Inn Hostel in Volcano Village, and then heads off. The Hostel is next to the Old Japanese School. Thirty years ago, the very friendly owner Satoshi tells me, he came to the Big Island. He purchased the land and camped on the lawn, seems he built the hostel and is still running it. He has seen many changes, was well travelled, and had hitched his way around NZ. It was a great place to stay.
Kilauea
The next morning the weather has cleared, as the evening before was still drizzly. I meet a French couple in the kitchen, they were living in Tahiti. They were driving to the National Park. I asked if I could get a lift with them. They said yes.. We get there at about 9am, and the sun is shining bright. I am thankful, I am here. I walked past the sulphur pools firstly.
And then carried on up the walk around the crater to the lookout and the Museum. I was guided to lie on the ground at one stage, and I did some recordings on the way up. I spent some time with the energies of the rock at the first car park. Then, I buried an Ashtar Peace Pearl under it. I felt like I was just there to receive and reconnect with this place. Up at the Museum, with lots of interesting information and diagrams about the volcanoes on the Big Island.
After about an hour, I was about to leave. Suddenly, everyone started exclaiming loudly. There was a bit of a climax. The crater did a big explosion and a piece of rock must have fallen in (so people said). A whole lot of smoke rose into a ball in the air. A larger fiery glow appeared in the crater. It lasted for about 5 -10 minutes and then resumed to its ‘normal self’.
Descending, I felt activations coming through strongly at a certain part of the track. And I found myself shouting out the light language. Don’t know whether it was a remembrance of the land. I got a few lifts and a back bus to Emily’s place, slightly buzzing after the days adventures.
Kehena Beach
Next morning, Marty the tour guide takes me along to Kehena Beach. A place where Spinner dolphins sometimes come to swim early, so we went at about 7.30 in the morning. A narrow black sand beach, its off the beaten track really, with a small hike down. Its located on the east shore in Lower Puna, along the Red Road.
The sea is rough there with big rocks. They can kind of pull you out. So I decided against going in. As its better to be a strong swimmer to swim there. I paddled in the shallow and took photos of the rocky environs. I heard Marty swearing. He was trying to come into shore. So I sent good energy to help him. He made it in and said it was the best swim he had ever had in his life! – as he had gone right out and floated for a while.
Back to Emily’s. I started getting ready for leaving Emily’s lovely sanctuary the next day. I spent time meditating and getting myself prepared for the group. The next morning, it was goodbye and thankyou to Marty for being a brilliant tour guide. And then meeting up with Madhavi, at the end of Railway Road. I did a Lemurian Healing outside for her. And then we drove to Hawaiian Sanctuary for the group. Madhavi is from Estonia, and living in the Big Island. This was our first meeting, and she was a guest in the group.
Lemuria Rising Group – Pahoa
22 October, At Hawaiin Sanctuary, Kalapana, 2-5pm.
The Four Elements.
There were eleven in the circle for this group. Some of the staff from the Sanctuary were present. Terra, who was a host from Hawaiian Sanctuary, and Ekahi attended. One lady felt called to come. She did light language similar to mine, and we sung together at the end. Kristin had previously played harp in the other group in Kona. She drove all the way from Kona to take part again.
Kristin at Hawaiin Sanctuary, getting ready for the group.
The guest presenters, for this second group, were Madhavi Infinity, Kristin Aria Shaw and Jade Chen. There was a powerful anchoring that day by that group. Ekahi was the bridge for the event as well as Terra. At the end we all set the intention, to concentrate energy through Mauna Loa and then out to the world.
L to R – Ekahi, Jade, myself, Kristin, Madhavi and Zsoltima
Ekahis description of the group afterwards.
‘Nicola grounded the energies in the Root, Sacral, Solar Plexus and Heart chakras channelling and speaking in Lemurian Light language. She was representative of the EARTH element.
She had musical accompaniment from Kristin Aria Kristin Aria Shaw, (Celtic Harpist and composer playing harp from the Angelic realm!) representing the AIR element.
Madhavi Infinity (harmonium, ukulele, and vocals) represented the WATER element,
and Jade Rajbir Kaur (gongs, percussion, crystal bowls and tuning forks) represented the FIRE element. That was my intuitive perception of the musical energies!
During Madhavi’s segment! there was a huge down pouring of torrential rain! .Such profound Divine timing! Nothing was rehearsed! Everything was purely spontaneous! and perfect!
Closing ceremony were beautiful vocals with Nicola Gibbons and Ariya Lorenz. So grateful for everyone being present, for holding this high-vibrational sacred space for the Rising of Lemuria!
And also an artwork was made during the group. As artist Zsoltima, from Hungary had offered that he would like to do a live art drawing. www.mysticlinguistic.com
Madhavi Infinity
Afterwards, Jade and I went for dinner at a restaurant in Pahoa to celebrate. She had invited me to stay on her land for the next two nights. The first night staying on the land with lush vegetation, it seemed she owned the land. She was building on it. Because of this, she had about five woofers staying. One of the huts was available, and so I got to stay in the very cool tree house. I slept under a mosquito net, and like sleeping outside in the trees.
Jade in one the cool huts on her land.
Lava fields
The next morning, Jade came to fetch me. First, we went to the markets. Then she took me back to her other place (she rents out on air b n b as well). This house is on the lava fields. An eruption took over this part of the town. The lava rolled in. Then people could buy land on this and build on it. Walking on the lava fields was amazing. I went a bit mad taking photos. There were so many different patterns formed within the lava.
We rested and I gave Jade a Lemurian Healing in the afternoon. That night, she took me along the road. It was a beautiful drive. We stopped off at Bobs Place. She showed me the landing pad that has been placed there. And then picking up her son, and some food en route back to her house.
The next day, Jade and her son brought me to the airport in Hilo. I was flying back to New Zealand. 24 October, Flew at 10.52 am, with Hawaiian Airlines (12 hour flight – 2 hour stop over in Honolulu). Bumped into the same woman many times at the airport, and then she ended up sitting next to me. Flight was really good, watching some Hawaiian films. Arriving back in to Auckland, NZ, 25 October, at 10.30pm.
Arriving on a bus from Glastonbury, and stayed one night with Gina on Windmill Hill, in Bristol. It took bit longer than expected to get there! Was up late as chatting and gave her Lemurian Healing. It was very cool old house, complete with creaky floorboards. Even though I was being as quiet as a field mouse, I may have woken up her flatmate. As it was an early bird walk to the bus stop in Bristol.
Edinburgh
At 6.20 am, I was on the Megabus to Manchester, another to Glasgow. My old Scottish pal Gil, was there to meet me at St Andrews bus station at 7 pm. I hadn’t seen Gil for fifteen year, and it was wonderful to see her again. And like it is with certain friends, even though a lot of time had passed, it felt like only yesterday. She shared a flat with her partner Colin. We had a lovely meal of Tapas. I stayed for one night.
The next morning it was an early bus to Waverley Station for a train to Glasgow. Then another train arriving in Oban around 2 pm. I enjoyed eating some food sitting by the water and waited for the ferry. I had brought my ticket to Iona, its a double ferry booking. First, there is a ferry ride to Mull. Then it’s a lovely bus through the scenery of the island. Finally, you take the ferry to Iona.
Iona
I met John on the bus, an Irishman living in Boston. It was a short ride over. I met two women who had also read the book ‘Anna, Grandmother of Jesus’. Inspired, they were on their way to Iona. This book had also inspired my return to Glastonbury. They were keen to hear about Glastonbury as were also heading there.
The hostel was on the North side of the island, near a beach, I found my way there.
Iona
I was guided to a few spots outside on Iona, and also spent time in the churches. Enjoyed the acoustics in the churches singing when no one was about. Some of the days were chilly. A song kept coming to me when I was there, which I recorded later.
Song from Iona
Tobermory
I went to Mull on the way back. I hadn’t planned to, but I ended up staying there a night at the backpackers at Tobermory. As met a fellow traveller, and we travelled with a couple straight off the ferry from Iona. There was a Gaelic singing event on in the town that night. I went along and enjoyed listening to different groups singing. The ladies on the door let me sneak into the ceilidh for a quick dance. Afterward, I retreated back to the hostel completely knackered. Really enjoyed the art gallery there on Tobermory, and watching the boats over the sea, a magic place.
Baliscate
I went on a day walk to Standing Stones, Balliscate, after finding out about it from visiting Mull Museum. It is not far from town. You will find three standing stones of basalt here. They have been erected in moorland 390 m SW of Balliscate. I followed the map from the museum, through gates on farmland. I spend some time with these stones. The northern stone, is 1.7 m in height, a straight-sided monolith with a flattish top.
The stones have stood there for over 3000 years. They were erected during the Bronze Age. A dig in 2004 found fragments of quartz, which are a common find on ritual sites. There is also the remains an early Christian chapel nearby, the footings of a stone structure. The earliest chapel built there may date back to the time of St Columba of Iona in the 6th Century. The Time Team excavated the site in 2009. They suggested that it might lie at the heart of a monastic community.
Edinburgh
Back to Edinburgh, where I stayed again with Gillian and Colin, whom are both Printmakers. Gil was the screen printing technician at the Edinburgh Printmaking studios, where I had met her. I had lived in this town for four years in my late twenties. This was the first time I had been back.
I rested at Gills. And one day bussed into town, to wander and gander around the magical city. It was a trip down memory lane, spending time in the meadows. To feel the magic again, when you sit on a seat in Princes St gardens. And gaze up at the Old Town and the Edinburgh Castle. The city that had stolen my heart and kept me there for a good while.
Rosslyn Chapel
I was wanting to go to Rosslyn Chapel, it was not far from Gil’s flat. She was keen to go too, so we went out for lunch first. I had been there once before, on my last day of living in Edinburgh. On that day, I was advised by someone there to stand in a certain spot. And so I stood there, and felt a surge of energy through me. I had never felt this before, so came as a surprise. This was the first time I had felt a current. I was curious to find it again, and so I asked a staff member, whom showed me the hot spot. I didn’t feel it quite the same, but stood there all the while.
The chapel was founded in 1446, when it was begun to be built. It is full of intriguing carvings. There are carvings of plants too, like Aloe Vera, which grows in hotter places than there in bonny Scotland. There are panels which portray the seven deadly sins. It is also renowned for its many carvings of the Green Man, representing natures growth. As well as the birth of Christ,
The carvings everywhere in the chapel are elaborate, and it seems to be full of stories and depictions. There is even an angel playing bagpipes, celebrating Christs birth. There are many carvings in the chapel representing Masonic associations. And a symbol used by the Knights Templar, another of the many references to Christ, the lamb of god. Whose aim was to protect the pilgrims traveling to the Holy Land during the Crusades. There is a crypt, which is the oldest part of the chapel.
Gil and I had a nice time, and she help me bury one of the pearls in the garden. And she didn’t mind that I did some LL, for the ceremony, it seemed natural to her.
Manchester
13 Sept, it was saying goodbye to Gil, and an early bus to Glasgow, to get my ears suctioned. Then a Mega bus to Manchester, arriving at 5.30 pm. As was going to stay with Linda Paris, whom lived towards Altrincham.
It was like Armageddon when I arrived, with really heavy rain and large thunderstorms. The skies had opened, and I had never seen anything like it. The trams were stuck. It was a dark night, I asked a youngster for directions to the buses. Thank goodness, he said, ‘I’m going that way, so I will show you’. I found the bus, in the sideways rain, and arrived. I had not seen Linda since 2011, when we walked through the jungles of Guatemala together. We caught up if ever briefly, and I gave her a brief Lemurian Healing to say thank you.
14 September, in the morning, met a man at the stop, whom shared his taxi for free into town. My lucky stars were with me, getting to the Mega bus stop. As there was still an upheaval of transport from the rains the night before. Turns out he was a fellow print maker, and so we nattered about art and printmaking. Then got to the 9.20 am bus to Bristol, arriving at 1.45 pm. From there it was back in to Glastonbury to meet up with a friend Ian.
16 September, a few days later, I was heading to Iceland, on my way back to New Zealand.
The Lemuria Rising groups begin, with a whisper in my ear.
London
In December 2015, I started a housesit in Walthamstow. It was for a friend of my sisters, Damien and Ashlie, whom were going to New Zealand. It was at 55 Century Road, nearest tube was Blackhorse Road. With two cats, Smokey a tabby cat, and Bandit a Black cat. I was thankful for this time to stop.
I rested, I did writing, I hibernated, I went deep into my women ‘cave’ went underground so to speak. I did volunteering at a Soup Kitchen nearby. There was a nice park nearby.
20 Jan, met up with Helen and Ramaji and their daughter Sophie, as they were in town.
24 Jan, went to a house concert, of Maria Luas, it was her birthday party, with music and shared food.
6 February, went to Musuem, for Science art free thing, was very enjoyable.
Bruton
After London, I went to do a house sit for a contact of Carolines in Bruton, Somerset. It was a fantastic opportunity to spend time in this picturesque town close to Glastonbury. An actress called Abigail Moore lived there with her son. I was to look after her two cats while she was touring. The Mill was a small community of buildings close to the main street. And I ended up house sitting at about four of the different houses in that cluster. I was there until May the 5th.
BrutonBrutonThe Dovecote in Bruton
I had a part time job in the mornings cleaning At the Chapel, which was just a quick walk away. Cleaning from 5.45 to 7.45 in the morning, so my work was over by 8 in the morning. Seven days a week. I liked the well downstairs, and one of my tasks was to vacuum and mop in there every morning. I would also sing.
‘At the Chapel’ is a well known, stylish restaurant, bakery, venue and accommodation. It incorporates an 18th century congregational chapel and a stunning, south-facing terrace.
Funny story. In mid April, I did a short house sat for Matt there in Bruton. at 1 Providence Place. It was quite a ye olde stone cottage. He was a friend of Caroline’s. He had a cat named Bilbo. Since I am allergic to cats, I didn’t let the cat into the sleeping room. I had put coconut oil on my hair one time and woke up to a mouse nibbling on my hair! Traumatic so it was, I had to ask my dear friend Caroline for a hug afterwards!.
Bruton Dovecote
Bruton is about an hours drive from Glastonbury. I often bussed in between Glastonbury and Bruton, which was catching a few buses. I also repainted the interior of Juliette’s house for her. And so went to stay there a few days a week, whilst she was away. Also did housecleaning if needed for Healing Waters at the time.
I woke up one morning in Glastonbury. The words were very clear. ‘You are to organise a group called Lemuria Rising. And ask Michiel to do this with you’. And so I asked my friend Michiel Kroon and he said yes. And so the first groups were born. A couple and their baby had heard the clarion call and driven all the way from a good whiles away. And so there was a baby at the first group, this felt significant, like the original innocence.
The first two main groups, were the ones that Michiel joined me for. Two three hour groups. He would channel and bring through toning from the Pleiadeans. And I was doing light language and some readings/notes from Kryon. We really didn’t know how the groups were going to go, as we were in full trust. As Michiel had hosted groups before this really helped though.
People just knew they had to be there, to meet with that soul group again. And two larges groups came. I knew Michiel would move away too, which he did. And so the groups after then would be with other guest presenters. Until I later started doing them also on my own, which was a huge step.
The first Lemuria Rising groups!
Sun, 12 June 2016, 2-5pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation
An afternoon of Light Language, Channeling and Sound Healing… from the Pleiadians and the Lemurians. Hosted by Michiel Kroon and Nicola Gibbons.
Tues, 21 June 2016, 7pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation
A Solstice Ceremony of Light Language and song from Lemuria. Hosted by Nicola and Guests, the ancient songs… the second half will be open for participation.
Sun, 26 June 2016, 2-5pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation
An afternoon of Light Language, Channeling and Sound Healing… from the Pleiadians and the Lemurians. Hosted by Michiel Kroon and Nicola Gibbons.
Chalice Well head, dressed up for the Solstice occasion. I love being here at the Solstice Celebrations.
Crop Circle – Stonehenge
11 July, went to see aCrop Circle, just beside Stone Henge. This was my first ever Crop Circle visit. A magical experience with Leanne, Michiel and Hannamari.
Crop Circle with Stone Henge in the distance
Leanne
More Lemuria Rising Groupsthat year…
Lemuria Rising Bruton – July 16, 6.30 to 9, at Bruton Community Hall, with Samantha Surtees and Michiel Kroon.
Lemuria RisingGlastonbury – 2 August, 7 – 8.30pm, at the Isle of Avalon Foundation, with Leanne Blessed Journeys, and Ariana Heartsong. .
Lemuria Rising Bruton – Aug 10 7 – 8.30pm, at Bruton Community Hall, with Samantha Surtees. A voice and toning workshop, to open and attune the throat.
Lemuria RisingGlastonbury – 17 August, 7-8.30 pm at Isle of Avalon Foundation. With Hani from Israel. It was a large group of 26. We sung happy birthday to Ian. Hani brought a group of Israelis, as she was guiding a tour. Jessica Boles, brought through a Sound Healing journey.
20 August, I went to stay a few nights at the seaside. At Leannes place, in Westbay, Bridport. As I felt to be near the sea again, as it had been quite.
Dinder
Towards the end of August, I was house sitting in Dinder, the ‘Chocolate Box’ town. With Brodie the dog, for a woman called Angela in her house.
With Brodie in Dinder (Ians pic)
A friend Ian, came to visit. He is a photographer and a poet, and I had met him in Edinburgh many moons ago. We had kept in contact. He came to Glastonbury to visit because he felt the call. He bussed down from Scotland and has never left! He has set up his life and passions in Glastonbury. He took lots of photos around the chocolate box town.
On 26 August, Jane picked me up for a day trip to Glastonbury. We went to the Tor and found ourselves at the Egg Stone there. Brodie came along with us and had a great time. Jane loved Brodie. We buried a pearl there.
Up Glastonbury Tor
SolvanaPearls
A woman from Germany, her name is Alida, She had a project, with pearls to be anchored around the earth. She has written about the project here. As I was one of the people moving around a lot. A friend mentioned it, and she sent me lots of them, some Ashtar peace pearls, and some magnetic pearls. These I have been anchoring as part of the journeys, at many places around the earth. One went in opposite the White House, one went in Ground Zero. One went near the egg stone at Glastonbury Tor. Many have been buried that have not been recorded!
After Dinder, I went for a short trip up to Scotland, and then back briefly to Glastonbury for two days.
16 Sept, saying goodbye to Glastonbury, bussed to Bristol airport, for a midday flight to Keflavik, Iceland, with Wow Airlines. As it was time to journey back to Aotearoa via a few places!
After staying one night in Kuala Lumper, I got to the train station up the road at about 6.20 am, changing to the airport train at central. We were four women sitting together on this train. We shared travel stories, and it was quite a wonderful experience. We had never met each other, but all woman independently travelling the globe. Then we disbanded – one from England, one from France, one from America. I got to the airport and it was an easy check in for a 10 am flight.
This was a very difficult flight. It was with Air Asia. The flights are a great price, but there is not much leg room for tall folk. Met two Malaysians sitting next to me. One of them had never been on a plane before. They were flying to Sydney to study English for three years. I got to hold a baby down the back of the plane, which is always a bonus.
6 August, I arrived in Sydney, Australia, at 8 pm. Ah, it is so nice to be back down under. I enjoy hearing those random sayings and the way of speaking that is familiar to me. So from there I caught a train to the Blue Mountains. I just missed one train and I waited for another, had a meal at the Central station and re-grouped. On the next train, a couple happened to be sitting next to me. They were also going to Katoomba, which was my destination. It was dark and hard to see the stations. As I was just about dozing off, I asked them if they could let me know the stop. Then they kindly put me in their cab and took me to the Flying Fox House hostel. It was just up the road. Christian, who was working there, was very friendly. I had notified them that I would be coming in late.
A friend Emily, just happened to be there at the same time as I was, so we met up. I met a lot of people at the hostel as it was a very friendly place. They had shared meals every night, and I was invited to one. Obviously, I spent time in the Blue Mountains. I went to the touristic spots. Undercover as a tourist with some energy work in the area. One evening we went out to the lookout and lay on our backs underneath the stars.
Whilst I was there I also found out that Yosuke had been found and recovered off Mount St Helens. This would give his family in Japan some sort of closure, so my thoughts were with them too. So it there was emotions around this that.
Mountains, some are climbed, some are seen, some may keep you, all are to be respected. This trip had been about Mountains. I had planned to go to Mount Kailash. It was not meant to be. In hindsight, I would not have been well enough, so I was stopped. I saw the Himalayan Mountain range form a look out in Nepal in the early morning. I got to the fifth station at Mount Fuji and walked up to the sixth in Japan. And I went to the Blue Mountains in Australia to spend time among them.
I like to say, you don’t have to go up a mountain to know a mountain.
But it seems that some people are called to be on them, to walk them.
Rest in Peace, Yosuke Onishi.
12 August, departed Sydney 6.45 pm, arriving at 11.45 pm into Auckland, New Zealand.
26 June, Waking early, I was ready to be picked up at about 6.45 am, as the Greenline bus was leaving at 8 am. I met Toi from Bangkok, and we ad lunch together at the free lunch stop. It was a beautiful stop near a river, it was nice to get closer to greenery again, with less dust. With people living in the lush hillside greenery, it seemed healthier than the dust, pollution, bricks and cement of Kathmandu. The buses in Nepal seem geared up for the bumpy roads and the road was bumpy all the way. We saw three buses on the roadside that looked like had been in accidents. It took about 6 to 7 hours.
Scenery on the bus to Pokhara
I arrived in Pokhara and booked into the Peace Eye Guest House. I sat by the lake for a while and had a rest that afternoon. Loving the smoothies in Nepal, with a banana, papaya, mango smoothie. Later on, on a walk closer to the lake, there was a shop full of crystal necklaces. Amid the Indian shopkeeper enticed me in to try on some of the Topaz ones.
27 June, I was very tired and slept later than I had in a long time. I went for a walk, sat by the lake. A Nepalese man sold me some postcards and random things. I had Papaya and shared some, he suggested marriage. That afternoon, I felt to be near nature and peace without anyone trying to sell me something. I walked in the heat into the trees and up the hill. It was a very hot day. I found an umbrella to buy because people use them for shade as well as rain in summer. It was the monsoon season. I found a peaceful spot up there and a view over the lake.
A man with a taxi offered to take me up to the Peace Temple for the sunset. He also offered a trip to the waterfall and cave. As it was a sunny day, and quite hot. I said yes, but I had to go and get something to eat, he said he would wait for me. I went to the Organic Black and White restaurant. For a delicious meal of sweet and sour veges with tofu and rice noodles.
Then I went to meet the taxi driver. We went to the World Peace Stupa. It was nice up there, and we meditated together sitting at the temple, after walking around clockwise. Concentrating on peace, people watched as we walked around. It has a beautiful view out over the lake. Narayyan Parajuli, was the name of the taxi driver that became a guide.
World Peace Stupa – Pokhara
Davies Waterfalls
Then onto the Davies waterfalls – string waterfalls. Given this name as a European women was bathing with her partner there and got swept away. Its Nepali name is Patale Chango, which literal meaning is Paatal Ko Chango “Underworld’s Waterfall”. This is one of the most visited places in Nepal.
Davies Waterfalls
Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave
Next to it is a cave, Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave. Walking into it is a bit slippery and steep in some places. He helped me with his light and provided reassurance. A woman from Bangladesh was there with her partner. She was scared to go down into the cave nearer to the falls. My guide Narayyan, helped her down and shone the light of his phone for her. I offered words of encouragement and as she saw me going down the stairs, so she went also. Afterwards they were so thankful to us and got a photo taken with us.
Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave is believed to be 5000 years old, and is one of the largest caves in South Asia. After entering deep inside the cave you can see an Idol Of Lord Shiva which has been formed naturally. Drops of water continuously dripping from the ceiling of the cave. Once you have passed through the tunnel, you find yourself in a huge open space. Which is really a cavern inside, with enormous rocks, no track and soil found only, small pebbles scattered everywhere. After a few yards of scrambling through the darkness, you find yourself on the edge of a crystal clean pond. From there, you can see the Patale Chango (Davis Falls) falling.
When I got to the bottom of the cave, it was amazing. The water of Davies Falls was flowing behind. I had time to enjoy the place and get to know it.
He suggested going up Sarangkot the next morning, which is the lookout view of the Anna Purna range. And that he would pick me up at 4.30 am in the morning. He said the weather would be clear and it would be a good day for it. We made arrangements. I went to sleep early with the thunderstorms.
Anna Purna Ranges lookout – Sarangkot
28 June, I wake early and I was off out the door at 4.30 am, and I waited for Narayyan until 4.40, then as I couldn’t see him, I went down the road and found another driver. It was a clear day, like he said it would be. And I got to see the Anna Purna, Machhapuchhare (the perfect pyramid) to Anna Purna 2. Lots of people were up there. The driver waited for me, and I met a woman from America. I really was incredible to see that mountain range. I took photos. Basked and stood in front in awe of it like all the other tourists.
The taxi driver took me back down. He dropped me off at about 6 am, where he had picked me up. Then I realised I had left my wallet in his car. I thought I would walk down to the lake to see if I could find him. I didn’t see him. However, I did see Narayan and let him know the situation. Seems he had come in the morning, but not until 4.50. He asked some of the other drivers and then called someone. Narayan said, ‘come with me.’ We jumped into his car. We went round the corner and there was the taxi driver. He found it in his taxi and gave it to me, and so I gave him 100 rupees. So, then I went to celebrate. I got delicious smoothies. One had papaya, mango, and banana. Another had carrot, beetroot, and ginger.
Bat Cave
I met up with Narayan again. I wanted to do something with him because he had helped me get my wallet back. We had missed each other that morning. As he had come to the hostel, but just after I had left. So he suggested the bat caves and off we went.
We went to the bat cave first. It was fine, and I asked him if he would tone with me. There was no one else in the cave. It was a large open cave. It was strong energy toning in there with him. It was a good thing to do. We walked up some hairy steps, to see the bats up the top. I didn’t want to take a photo, as I didn’t want to scare them, he took it with my camera. We had the torchlight off and could hear them making small noises.
Bat Cave!
Then he asked if I would like to go out the exit, I said ‘yes’, as you do. Not realising it was a quick way out, but slightly difficult. Which involved moving through a small hollow where I had to crawl like a snake out. It was a bit painful on the gravel and stones. And I wasn’t a happy camper, and would have preferred another exit point!
Mahendra Gufa Cave
Then he took me to the Mahendra Gufa cave, which is a crystal cave. When he shone the phone light on it, you could see crystal like sparkling. Then we did some sound toning, near an entrance to a river. Then some LL came through on the way out, as there was an opening blocked by large boulders. It felt this went somewhere. Then on the way out, for about ten minutes, we sat down and did more toning and meditation together,
Then he took me to the Gardens there. On the way back, we stopped at a dam/gorge. We saw water (milky white and cold) flowing underneath us from the Himalayas.
He invited me to stop in and meet his family on the way back. He and his wife have two daughters. He had a traditional cooked lunch. It was offered to me. I had a cup of tea instead, as I didn’t feel right eating his food.
29 June – Today I rest a lot, as I was very tired. I enjoyed a late lunch. It consisted of delicious fish wrapped in banana leaf and cooked with Sri Lankan seasonings. It was served with rice and vegetables and lemongrass tea at the Black and White Organic Restaurant. I talked with the hostel manager Saroj and two Dutch girls that evening. Sitting with them in the candlelit hostel restaurant. With thunder storms again that night.
I had booked a bus back to Kathmandu for July 1st. In my mind, I thought there were 31 days in June. As a result, I missed the bus that morning! Saroj was very nice. He re booked it for me. There was no charge and no problem for the next day. That day I was feeling a bit better. I went shopping, brought a bag and a book with beautiful paper. I went to the lake, and found a lovely walk beside it, finally! Seems I had been walking the wrong way all these days.
I went out on the lake with a new friend from New Delhi. Her name was Sumaiya. She was staying at the hostel with her friends, but they were away doing something else. It was a highlight of my trip to Nepal, it was 500 rupees each for 2 hours ($5 each). It was so peaceful and beautiful, the two of us in purple life jackets and being rowed. With lots of lovely birds. There was an island with a temple in the middle of the lake, Fewa Lake.
Fewa Lake
Sumaiya on Fewa Lake
Later I saw my driver and guide Narayan and so was able to say goodbye. That night, I had dinner at the hostel with the three young lasses from New Delhi. There was also a Nepalese man who was a friend of theirs. They sung Bollywood songs until late, I enjoyed listening to them. We brought take outs in as the cook was sick at the hostel.Pokhara really grew on me.
July 2 – The next morning, I woke up early to set off. I said goodbye and paid my dues to Saroj. He shouted me the lemon and ginger tea! The bill wasn’t much. I was thankful for the whole experience. I found it to be a great place to stay. I did a review for him too.
Quite a Journey back to Kathmandu…
The bus ride back to Kathmandu was 1500 rupees with lunch, and this was quite a ride! First, there was an accident. We had to wait for quite a while. Later, there were some strikes on the road. So the bus ride that would ‘normally’ take about 6 hours took 12 hours. It was such a bumpy treacherous road. With truck and buses, overtaking on hairy corners and pot-holes dotted the road.
Anyways, at one stage we all piled off the bus. You could see the chain of cars. The line of cars was backed up for miles. There were armed police around. Four days before, a truck had gone into a house on the side of the road. We saw it as we went past, and the truck was still there. And the house owner was not given any apology or compensation. As a result, the people were striking and not letting traffic through. Fair enough.
I met new friends on the bus and we all felt a bit like refugees bonding together. I met a Nepalese women called Rominda, as she was sitting beside me on the bus. Her English was very good, and we conversed a lot though the journey. She kindly invited me to her family house in Baktupur sometime.
Sitting opposite me was Fei, who was from Hong Kong. She didn’t know where she was staying. We were getting in later than expected, so I mentioned Hotel Devachan. There were three Israeli guys and a Venezuelan near me too whom I met, and a French girl. I had emailed Nakul during the day to let him know I was coming. There was wifi on the bus. However, we didn’t arrive until 9 pm that night.
Kathmandu
We were all so happy when we landed in Thamel. A group of us went out for a celebratory juice briefly, it was fun. Then Fei and a Chinese lass came back to Hotel Devachan. The taxi driver got a bit lost, but we made it. Nakul was there to welcome us. Kieran took our bags upstairs, and my room was ready for me again. The girls shared a room on the top floor, they really liked it. Nakul’s family cooked us a delicious dinner even though it was late. And we all tucked in as we were hungry! We felt like refugees returning home.
28 November, flew from Portland, touching down in San Fran, arriving at 6 pm with United Airlines. Hawaii felt very familiar, waiting outside the airport even though it was my first time there. It felt like I had landed in New Zealand in a way. I was happy to feel this. The friendliness of the locals was heartwarming. ‘Aloha’ was sung out everywhere you needed it. I caught an airport bus to Paia. And then came Emily Button, whom picked me up in her red pick up truck. We recognized each other in a way, even though we had never met, we had a mutual contact. I stayed the night in her cool converted garage where she was renting.
I was going through lots of emotions and talking to Emily really helped. As I was worried about Yosuke, a young Japanese traveler that I had met in Portland. He had gone to climb Mount St Helens, it seems his heart had called him there. But there had been no sign of him returning from the mountain climb. I was sending emails and making calls. To insure that on the ground there it was known. No other climbers had seen him, and he had not come back to pick up his stuff. The sheriff there was evidently well aware of the situation.
The next day, I got a ride with her neighbor. He was on his way to another part of the island. He likes to go and hang out near the whale pods there. He dropped me off to where I get a bus to Banana Bungalow Hostel in Wailuku. I had booked in to stay there as they do free van tours everyday around the island. The next day the trip was to go to Haleakala Crater, this was why I had come to Maui.
Haleakala
The next morning we left at 8.30 am and arrived back twelves hours later. The magic began, a twelve mile hike through the largest dormant volcano in the world. The landscape is vast, like you are on another planet. It is 30 degrees cooler at the summit than at sea level. An array of climate zones are passed through and the colours changed along the walk, a long walk! It was quite difficult really. Some sped on ahead. Meanwhile, some of us lagged behind, wondering if we would ever get there. Haleakala, at just over 10,000 feet high, is above the clouds.
According to Robert Coon, this is the fire element of the earth. Truth be known, it was quite grueling walking this hike, as was weary after all the traveling. But afterwards, all I can say is that I felt a new energy come into me. It was like a missing element, that had now been put it into me. I felt exhausted but renewed and invigorated. A bit like fire has the power to transmute. It felt like I had been through a process of transmutation. On the way round, I was not called to do much energetically. Just to walk it I guess.
Ahinahina (Silversword Cactus)
Ahinahina – Amazing cactus plants along the way. According to the internet, it seems it is the rarest plant known to the world. In that it only grows at Haleakala, on Hawaii’s inaccessible volcanic slopes. It is also called the Silversword Cactus, and in Hawaiian it is the Ahinahina.
Makena Big and Little Beach
The next day, we took a break from all the walking. The day tour van went to Makena Big and Little Beach. On Southwest Maui, here we are looking out over Big Beach, a large, white sand beach. Little Beach is hidden on the other side of a lava outcropping. Every Sunday at sun down there is a gathering on the beach with drumming. This beach jam is at the naturist beach, so there was a bit of dangling and jangling dancing. Most of the van goers, where shy and watched and danced from the fringes. Myself included, but a few joined the jangling.
Iao Valley
The next day outing comprised the Iao Valley Rain-forest Hike. We stopped at Kepaniwai Cultural Park and swam in the sacred Iao Valley Stream. I enjoyed my swim in the water there, and found this place to be truly magical. This was a much shorter hike. And the LL was happy to be heard on certain spots here.
Hana
The next day it was ‘Road to Hana’, we left at 8 am for this extraordinary tour. Along the coast cliffside with miles of beautiful views. Together with narrow winding jungle driving and crossing over 40 one-lane bridges, with waterfalls at every turn. We stopped at Wainapanapa State Park’s legendary caves. There is a waterhole there, and it was amazing. The water looked very blue. We also visited a black sand beach.
Just past Hana, we stopped at Ohe’o, also called the Seven Sacred Sister Pools. Which is a valley cut deeply over countless millennia by a rain forest stream. Running along its course are cascading waterfalls and plunge pools. Emptying later into the deep-blue Hawaiian ocean along the rugged Kipahulu coastline. We were back at the hostel at about 8 that night. We were lucky, as you are not always able to swim in these pools.
Seven Sacred Sister Pools
Snorkelling at Makena
The next day tour in the van was to Makena, on the way we stopped and rented snorkels and flippers. We went snorkeling at a lovely beach by the Maui Prince hotel in Makena. Something I had never seen, I got to see a turtle swimming close underwater, as the water was quite clear. And fellow hostel dweller, Adam, I saw him snap this photo with his underwater camera. The turtles there seemed tame for some reason and this one was quite happy hanging out near us. I guess they are used to the snorkelers about there. We weren’t swimming very far out. Awesome fish to look at too, some of them looked like the fish from the movie ‘Finding Nemo’.
Adams pic of the turtle.SnorkelingSunset at Kihei beach
Then we were driven to Kihei on the way back for the sunset that evening. Hawaii was kind to me, as I sat on the palm tree froing beach. Dotted with people sitting on the beach to watch the sun sink. Then it was back to meet the others at the van and back to the Hostel.
Lahaina
The next day van trip was a short trip to Lahaina, I was quite taken by the Banyan Tree. For some reason I didn’t make it very far into town. Felt called to spend most of my time near the mighty Banyan.
Mighty Banyan Tree
Met up with Emily B for lunch, she picked me up at the hostel. We went to Wholefoods. She took me back to Iao Valley again because I loved this place. We went on a short walk. It was nice to connect.
Emily B
Paia
Then I went to stay with Natasha B, also a connection from a mutual friend. She picked me up from the hostel at 4 pm, as she worked at a school close by. She was working the next day, I enjoyed resting, and quietly sitting on the beach. And very much enjoyed visiting the art galleries, especially an exhibition by Michael Kessler at Paia Contemporary Gallery. I also brought a lovely hand made moonstone necklace from a local jeweler, a gift for my mother. There had been no change in the circumstances with Yosuke.
6 December. It was out for dinner on my last night in Hawaii with the two new friends, Natasha and Emily. We went to a place called Fresh Mint Vietnamese Restaurant. It was nearly the end of a big journey, and Natasha kindly dropped me at the airport.
I somehow missed the plane! The flight was at 9.45 pm, for San Diego, and it took longer than I thought to get through. The man at the desk, said ‘we called your name out, where were you?’. Then heard my obvious distress as I loudly bolted out ‘I have to be on that plane’. As a normally a cool, calm, collected and on time traveler. I saw the cleaner look up from duties to see what all the commotion was! It must have been my worried, probably high-pitched voice. I was anxious because I had a flight booked. It was from San Diego to New Zealand the very next day.
As miracles would have it, he got me on another flight to San Diego. This time, it went via San Fran instead of LA. That got me there at about the same time! My bag went to LA. I went to San Fran. We reunited in San Diego on Dec 7th. Arriving in the morning at 9.40 am, spirit wanted to redirect me it seems.
Caught the bus at 8.30 am from Puno to Copacabana. At the exact moment we got out of the bus to cross the border, Peru to Bolivia. There came a hailstorm. An amazing torrent of hail falling from the sky, and then on the other side, all fine and clear. Met an Australian called Cass, and she borrowed my raincoat as we crossed the border together. On arrival, we had something to eat together. We were intrigued by this little town full of restaurants by Lake Titicaca. I stayed at Los Andes Hotel. I had a room to myself for a great price of $20nz or so a night. It was nice, with a view of the lake, and breakfast included. Resting there, after not sleeping much in Puno.
At Copacabana, I met a local Peruvian jeweler, there are many talented street sellers in these lands. I brought one of his bracelets and he took me to a local marketplace for lunch. For trout, rice and vegetables, tasty food with no stomach problems, just a full belly.
Isla del Sol
The next morning, I packed up and left my bag at the hostel as was leaving for Isla del Sol. I planned to stay on the island for a few nights. Although a day tour was booked, I wasn’t going to catch it back just yet. The launch left from Copacabana Beach at 8:30 am. I met a German friend on the boat. It was nice talking to her on the way. Then sitting upstairs, I met a group of young Bolivians on holiday. They worked in the mines. We were in the sun. We were on Lake Titicaca, every day sunny on the Island of the Sun!
At Isla del Sol, we landed on the north side at Challapampa, and the tour guide took us to places. We all looked through the tiny museum, Museo del Oro (the Gold Museum). We visited Roca Sagrada, (the secret rock). We also saw the ruins in the North. Additionally, we explored the footprints of the Sun (Pisadas del Sol).
It is quite cold in the morning. Then it gets quite hot. The altitude makes it hard to walk fast uphill, so you get short of breath. The group of young Bolivians took their photos with me. While we were walking, one of them put my hat on. On the path, I lost her and the hat Id brought the night before.
There are no cars or paved roads on the island. About 800 families live there. They rely on tourism, fishing, and farming for their livelihoods. A rocky and hilly island, with many eucalyptus trees. There are over eighty ruins on the island. Evidence shows that people lived there as far back as the third millennium BC.
The guide took us to the Sacred Rock. He showed us where there was a big stone with fresh water under it. He showed us how we could put this water into our water vessels to drink, It was lovely water. The other gringos were afraid to drink this, I drunk a few bottles. I stayed on after the rest of the tour took the boat back. I disappeared and spent a long time behind the Sacred Rock, with a lot of LL. At the Sacred Stone, there was a point opposite and to the right that felt strong.
And then went to the North Side of the Island, there was no one around. and just lay there in the sun, and let it cover me. I focused my energy on nourishment for the ovaries and this chakra area. And then returned to the Sacred Stone. After that, I started heading down to the Northern town. It was near sundown.
I had walked a bit with a band of Bolivian musicians. They were there to sing and play whilst the sun was going down. I listened to them play, and sing among others, the ‘Hare Krishna’ mantra. Feeling a bit worried, but trusting, in that I had brought my day bag with provisions with me. And all was fine as it was no problem to find a hostel. It was found straight away, trusting my inner guidance. With a room to myself and very reasonable, I stayed at Hostel Cultural. I had a lovely dinner at a local cafe. I went back to the restaurant again later, for desert. I met two women at my table. They were doing energy work at the Lake too. We had a good conversation.
Hostel Cultural – image courtesy of tripadvisor
The next morning, it was up early to take a boat to the southern side. Walking past a café, I saw a women I had seen the day before at the Sacred Stone. I asked if I could join her, and we ended up traveling together for four days! Her name is Monika from Poland. Our waiter was a very mischievous and charming ten year old boy whom won us over. Monika was catching the boat too, we had breakfast together. Then we met a Chilean man called Eduardo, and we all caught the boat to Yumani. Turned out we had all stayed at the same hostel. We bumped into him again later that day, and all sat at a lookout for a drink and a rest.
We found hostels, and picked different ones, from my room I could see all the boats coming and going. We had something to drink and then went to the Ruins. We walked down to Picokaina (the Temple of the Sun). I felt the strong energy there in the rock in the ceremonial room. I also sensed a line strongly connecting to the Island of the Moon (La Luna). So, we did a quick ceremony in both rooms, one for the line going through.
Hostel where I stayed
After the ruinas, we walked down to the lake, it was close, and I went for a swim. Monika watched, and two local children played with us. The wee girl wanted to go for a swim too. I waited for her and dipped in again. It was freezing cold though! Very Icy, but my body felt amazing after swimming in the Sacred Lake, somehow revitalized. Then we walked back up to our hostels in this small town where the boats come in.
The second night was a bit stormy when it became dark. I went to bed early. However, I didn’t sleep much while listening to it. The hostel was sitting right up above the lake, great view, but heard every wave of the lago. After the second meal of the day of the standard meal. Which consist of trout (trucha), rice, la plancha (means cooked on a metal plate). With potato fries (papa frittas) with vegetables and quinoa soup!
On the way back down to our hostels that day, we took the donkey route by accident. It was amazing to witness. However, we must have been annoying for the locals. We tried to keep out of the way. Standing well back for the local people coming up bringing up supplies on the donkeys. The donkeys seemed to be very good and obedient, plodding on following the steep path up from the boats. The town is up on the hill. The views upon the walk to the ruins, are fantastic, up over Lago Titicaca. We also went to Escalinata, which you go by, evidently pre Hispanaic stairs of Yumani.
Isla de la Luna
Meeting Monika at 8 am, for an early breakfast at our favourite restaurant overlooking the lake. Then we went down to catch a boat to Isla de la Luna (Island of the Moon). We meet Eduardo, a Danish man who also was looking to head over to do ceremony. On a hunch, I asked him if he was heading in the same direction, and sure enough. So we ended up hiring a private boat together, for only 100 Bolivian each.
We seemed to be the only tourists there. It was about forty minutes each way to cross on the boat. There is a temple on the island, but strangely enough, both Monika and I missed the temple. Somehow! A small black dog came and joined us, and we called him our guide. Only he didn’t lead us to the ruins, and we ended up walking to the north of the island. Feeling like I was being called to this side of the island anyways, because of the line sensed between them. I made it over a barbed wire fence. It wasn’t an easy task, but determination and being a Capricorn usually wins over. I went to the very north of the island. Monika had turned back, and laughed when she turned around and she saw me going over the fence. The wee dog was with me the whole time, and starlings were flying around. I lay on the ground in the same way as I had on the North side of the Sun Island. Meditating again on nourishment in the sacral chakra area. I did many LL activations for the line over and calling out over the lake. We had nearly two hours there, the boat man had waited to take us safely back to the Sun Island.
Drunvalo Melchizedek, in his book ‘Rainbow Serpent’, describes a crystal. It is buried under the lake water between Sun and Moon Island. I felt a strong energy, closer to Sun Island than Moon Island. On the way back, we did a small ceremony. Lake Titicaca is often referred to as the Sacral Chakra of the earth. Lake Titicaca is unique in that it is the only Earth Chakra that is a body of water. More about this at the end of this page.
The Sacral Chakra, ‘Within the water element, there is an immense power of flow. This energy has to be regulated to avoid any destructive consequences. When the Sacral Chakra is in balance, our emotions flow through us without any judgments. Recognizing these emotions enhances our ability to understand deeply and express our desires. This restores balance and harmony’. Ram Jain, arhantayoga.org
All the days I was there were very sunny. The days of my trip, were clear. After the island of the moon boat trip, I got very sunburnt like a tomato. I was wearing a hat, but I was facing the sun. A week later I still had sores on my face, by my lips, it was been many days of this.
Monika and I had some lunch and then took a boat back to Copacabana. Picking up my bag at Los Andes Hotel, we decided to share a large apartment room there. It felt like a penthouse, with amazing views out of the lake. We felt happy and blessed, organising things, and I exclaimed at my extreme sunburn. We stepped out for dinner. We saw my friend, the Peruvian Jeweller. He led us into the restaurant where he works. A live band started up before us, they were great. It was funny. An opportunist older man took a shine to me. He called me his girlfriend and got me up dancing. Our dinner was lively that evening.
I ate trucha (trout) for the six nights I was in Bolivia. I also had lots of sopa with quinoa. They were all delicious meals. We also went shopping and I brought another hat for only around $5nz. Alpaca and Llama items are in abundance. It is wonderful to be surrounded by so many lovely handmade products. The women sitting on the street or boats are constantly busy making with their hands. It is quite meditative. I took note to learn from this.
And we both enjoyed the fantastic Jewelers shop which was jammed packed full of lovely handmade jewellery. The next morning, after breakfast at the hostel, I bought an Alpaca top. Then we were on a local bus towards La Paz. There were lots of tourists on the bus too.
La Paz
La Paz
With luggage stored in compartments underneath, one of them spilled out onto the road. It was lots of sardines in baskets. At one stage, everyone gets off the bus. Then they go on a small boat. They get the bus again, passing over Lago Titicaca once more. Coming down into La Paz on the bus is quite an experience. The city is in a valley with condensed housing appearing all of a sudden.
Monika and I on the bus to La Paz
Not sure what it was with this trip to Bolivia and Eduardo’s that kept popping up. First, there was the Chilean Eduardo. Then, there was the Danish Eduardo. Finally, the Peruvian Eduardo who had been my tour guide to Amaru Muru in Puno popped up in La Paz. He had emailed me to say there had been a change and so he was coming through. I had booked a flight to Mexico through his travel agency, for some reason this hadn’t gone through. It turns out the place he had organised to meet me was on the opposite side of the street. I booked into there too as it seemed easier. It was where Monika was staying. I rested when we arrived. Then met up with Eduardo in the afternoon and he told me the situation. I got online there and then, to book a flight as it seemed I didn’t have one booked after all. He helped me book one online, but it seems we made quite a mistake in this new booking. There was a lesson learn in this whole experience. I looked up the meaning of the name Eduardo, it means ‘wealthy guard’.
Rising at 3.45 am the next morning in order to catch a taxi to the airport. I thought I was leaving, but I wasn’t to go just yet. I arrived at the desk and found out that I had misbooked. The American Airlines attendant picked up that the ticket was from La Paz, Mexico, not La Paz, Bolivia. Seems there are a few La Paz’s with airports.
At the airport, I tried twice to book onto other flights. But whilst waiting, I felt like I was going to faint. It was the only time on this trip that I had that feeling. It felt like I had eaten something that was not sitting well. So after a few trips to the bathroom, I started feeling a bit better. So, online again I booked for the next day instead, this is all getting very expensive though. But I think it was perhaps all for the best I didn’t fly that day.
I was washing hands in the bathroom. I asked a local Bolivian lass if she was catching a bus into town. She had a lot of luggage. Turns out she was, and I went with her to catch a Collectivo, a local bus. With my bag stored with others on top, I was a bit nervous about this. Traffic was intense, but we made it. She was nice to me. I got off at the San Francisco church. It was literally only 4 Boliviano ($1NZ) for this service. I got off here and went to where Monika was staying and booked in there. And found her and let her know what had happened.
And so I ended up having an extra day in La Paz, due to the mix up. La Paz is a busy city in a valley. Staying another day allowed me to know it better. I liked it more. Walking with Monika and finding the chocolate shops, one in particular that was awesome. I brought some chocolate that was 100% Cacao. It had no sweetener. It was very bitter and took some getting used to.
Wandering and shopping on the main tourist strip there, full of jewellery and clothes. I brought a necklace from a street seller, whom had their jewellery displayed, for a friend Maria. I like buying from street makers. They are individual, and you get to meet the person who made it. Monika and I went into a shop that sells interesting potions. We bought some love potion. I never ended up using it. I probably should have!
Then that night, we found quite a place for dinner, and it was a three course meal. The meal consisted of the Bolivian staples. We had quinoa soup for starters and trout with rice, vegetables, and fries for the main course. For dessert, we enjoyed rum bananas. All of this was for only 40 pesos. We ate in a fascinating setting. Grandiose and well-carved fertility symbols and carvings surrounded us.
La Paz
31 Oct, Up at 3.45 am again! Two guys from the hostel shared the cab to the airport, for a 6.25 am flight to Cancun, Mexico.
On the Island of the Sun, in Lake Titicaca, is found the Titicaca Stone. Which is the geometrical centre for the second earth chakra. This is the world centre for the creation of new species, and significant evolutionary advances within existing species. In the human body, Lake Titicaca correlates to the second chakra. The difference is that the world second chakra governs all species, taking a special interest in positive mutations and evolutionary advancements. From Titicaca is born what is truly New. This sequence, over the Aeons, of innovative births always points in the direction of the goal of life – everlasting life. How can life force and structure be combined in a way that overcomes entropy? The Earth wisdom of the Andes continually seeks to answer this question with ever-increasing clarity.
The undifferentiated life force of Chakra One, Mt. Shasta, is transmitted to Lake Titicaca via the great world ley artery – The Plumed Serpent. This life-giving telluric current encircles the world, and has its evocational home at the El Tule tree in Mexico. Lake Titicaca is one of the two greatest ley crossroads on Earth. The Rainbow Serpent intersects the Plumed Serpent at the Island of the Sun. These two gigantic ley arteries also cross each other on the island of Bali, in Indonesia.
If you construct this second world chakra on a map, let the circumference pass through the junction of the Napo and Maranon rivers, near Iquitos, Peru, where the Amazon River begins. Notice that this great circle includes the heart of the Andes range, and includes many other sacred sites, such as Cuzco and Machu Picchu. All sacred sites within the Expanded Sphere of an Earth Chakra partake of the same defining qualities. Thus, Machu Picchu is also a world second chakra force.
EARTH CHAKRAS –
‘There are twelve Inspirational Earth Chakras on the body of the Living Earth. When these twelve areas are all in a state of vitality, then the Will of the Earth is able to take the quality of life for All Beings to the next level. If there is war, famine, or any major tensions within any of these regions, then the overall potential for the quality of life on Earth is restricted.
It is essential to continually work for the advancement of Light, Love, Life, and Liberty within these twelve foundation Earth Chakra areas‘.
Locations of The Seven Chakras
1. Mount Shasta, California, USA, North America
2. Lake Titicaca, Peru – Bolivia, South America
3. Uluru and Kata Tjuta, Northern Territory, Australia
4. Glastonbury and Shaftesbury, England , Europe
5. Great Pyramid, Mount Sinai, Mount of Olives, Middle East, Africa
6. Aeon Activation Chakra, mobile (currently stationary at Glastonbury – see Chakra 6 link above) Antarctica
7. Mount Kailas, Tibet, China, Asia
Lake Titicaca – Interview with Jorge Luis Delgado
A You tube documentary is The Earth Chakras 2nd Chakra: Lake Titicaca. Where Dr Tracey Ulshafer talks to Jorge Luis Delgado, who discusses the energy of this very important power place. Mr. Delgado dives deep into the Andean culture’s legacy through insights, stories and teachings. From his personal connection living in the area, to his years of tourism service and attuning to his own shamanic heritage.
9 October, I was officially in Peru, after crossing the border in Tacna. The bus ride from Arica to Arequipa was incredibly beautiful. The mountains and desert scape seemed to change every time I looked out the window. For once it wasn’t an overnight bus, so this time, got to see what the landscape is doing! There were to be a lot of bus journeys to get about on this trip. Luckily l really like sitting on a bus and watching scenery unwind. Probably more than I do wandering streets.
Arequipa is 2335 m above sea level. I was on the way to Cusco. And thought it would be good to stay in this town to help with acclimatization. Staying three nights at a hostel there called Bothy Hostel. It was really friendly and I liked the terrace especially. As the sun set, the view of the surrounding volcanoes would take your breath away. I enjoyed walking around Arequipa, as there is quite a foray of eating out. I met a few of the lads whom worked at the hostel. They would take the guitar to sing Spanish songs, hustling the tourists with their charm, and they took me along. Afterwards it was lunch, where they spent their earnings in this town is full of restaurants. A mouth watering meal that I had whilst there was a combination of quinoa, figs, avocado, and shrimps.
Peru is a bit of food capital of South America. And Arequipa is bulging with some of the best restaurants in Peru. Newer influences are blended with traditional cooking styles, makes Peruvian food so appealing. With unique combinations of flavours and influences. If your going to Arequipa, be prepared to have your palette refreshed.
Wee friends at the hostel
Arequipa
Cusco
12 October, Oltursa, on the overnight bus at 8pm, from Arequipa to Cusco, for 60 Sol. Cusco is a place that draws many from all over the world, also a stepping stone enroute to Machu Picchu. There is much to explore in this city near the Urubamba Valley of the Andes mountain range. Its elevation is around 3,400 m. Full to overflowing with culture and history, with much to delight the visual senses. The indigenous name of this city is Qusqu. This city was built on layers of cultures. The former Inca Empire; Tawantinsuyu, was built on Killke structures. With the Spaniards replacing the indigenous temples with Catholic churches, and Inca palaces with mansions for the invaders.
I met a new friend called Astrid at the hostel, which was close to town. We had a lovely time at the markets one morning. We also went to Museo de Plantas Sagradas, Magicas y Medicinales. This museum specializes in sacred, magical and medicinal plants used in the Andean and Amazon Region. Interesting learning about the coca plant. We also went to a restaurant that was hosting a meditation ceremony one evening and this was a real highlight. This group of mainly local woman, they kind of held us in their warmth, and treated us so well.
I brought coca leaves and was chewing these, keeping the system balanced in the high altitude. I went to the Chocolate Museum café one day. With lots of lush things made of chocolate, and they do short classes to make your own.
The Q’orikancha Complex, also called Coricancha. It is the main Inca temple for the worship of major deities. It is also a supreme example of Inca stonework. On my first day in Cusco, I spent a lot of time outside here. Felt guided to stand in a spot for what seemed a good while. And fascinating visiting the Temple complex inside.
Description of the complex that I found most interesting. This was written on the wall: ‘Q’orikanchas position in the Cusco valley was carefully planned. Dozens of ceques (power lines, in many ways similar to ley lines, though in Cusco they appear to have been related to imperial geneology) radiate for the temple towards more those 350 sacred huacas, special stones, springs, tombs and ancient quarries. Prior to the Incas, the Wari culture had already dedicated the site with its own sun temple, known as Intianch (inti meaning “sun” and cancha meaning “enclosure”) Before the conquistadors set their gold-hungry eyes on it. Q’orikancha must have been even more breathtaking, consisting as it did of four small sanctuaries and a larger temple set around a central courtyard. The whole complex was encircled on the inside walls by cornice of gold, hence the temples name (Q’orikancha means “golden enclosure”)’
Whilst in Cusco, I met up with Victor in a café. He is a local shaman and we had a mutual contact in Helen Barnes from New Zealand. In a reading with Helen earlier in the year. There was given a nod for me in the direction of Sasayhuaman. This complex sits at the top of Cusco. It was built by the Incas in the 15th century. But archaeology sits that the earliest occupation of the hilltop dates to about 900 CE. With dry stone walls constructed of huge stones, it is quite a place to explore. I went there briefly one afternoon, and then back for a lot longer another day. Victor had mentioned he could take me to this place, as he is a tour guide. But I felted guided to go there myself, so that I could take my time.
The outside of the hostel
Aqua Calientes – Machu Picchu
I met a lad at the hostel whom mentioned about a tour. Another way to get to the town of Aqua Calientes. He was going to book his journey, so I went along to find out more and ended up booking too. But it was all a bit epic really. As this option was cheaper than the train, but it involved a bit of a hike. So I caught the train back! But I guess it was more of a pilgrimage, to walk in.
I left most of my belongings at the hostel in Cusco. Taking a small bag with all I needed for a few nights. The small van hugged the road with a steep and deep drop on one side. It was a hairy ride to a place called Electric. From there it was a three hour hike to Aqua Calientes. It is a beautiful walk in the jungle by the river beside the train tracks. I met a new friend, and with her walked together slowly to get there. Some of us slow walkers got picked up in a small train at the end. Thank goodness. As its a bit of tight squeeze walking through the train tunnel when a train is going through it. And a wee bit scary. I was knackered, but I had done it.
Agua Calientes is the town at the foot of valley of Machu Picchu. It is a cool little town. I went for a walk after sitting down to rest in my hot exhaustion. And found a hostel to stay in. In the morning I was going to Machu Picchu!
What a place Machu Picchu is, catching one of the early buses up. I ended up staying there for nine hours. As it is so big, there is much to explore and see. And so even if there is lots of tourists it is barely noticeable. A few people wanted to get a photo taken with me. When leaving I met three people that I bumped into two more times on this journey. Miquel, (Peruvian) Iryna and Andrusenko (from Ukraine) and we bonded straight away. I said goodbye and then took the bus back down. On the way, looking back up to Machu Picchu. There was a rainbow like I have never seen before in my life. Bright and clear.
I think the name of the hostel I stayed at was ‘Eco Mapa’. With a room to myself, it was a good spot for only 40 Sol. Aqua Calientes, is tiny village with hot springs and quaint shops. And looming 2000 feet above this little village is Machu Picchu. Aqua Calientes translated means ‘hot waters’. I went to the hot springs on my last night. It was really nice and it felt so good to be in that water after the day at Machu Picchu. The people I had met at Machu Picchu were there too.
Ollyantaytambo
Boarded the train from Aqua Calientes to Ollyantaytambo. When I got on, I reunited yet again by chance with the three met the day before at Machu Picchu. Miquel, Iryna and Andrusenko. We bonded some more and we met Bethany from the USA. And other travellers around us, whom kept popping up to say hello. Maybe everyone was amped up from the Machu Picchu energy. We did a big group photo when we all got off. It is a lovely train trip, the journey out was a lot easier than the journey in.
I liked the town of Ollyantaytambo, in the Sacred Valley, so decided to stay one night there. Here, you can wander the cobblestone streets. And I loved the waterways that are running through the streets, like they were in times gone by. And the markets there at the foot of the ruins are full of colour and jewellery.
The hostel that I stayed at was five hundred years old. I had purchased a Cusco tourist ticket, which means free entry to many of the places in Sacred Valley. Spending time at the temple ruins there, which is right in the town really. Its Impressive how the ancient masons fitted these enormous stones together, from quarries miles away. And some of them look like they weigh tons. Exploring these ruins means climbing lots of steps, lots of ups and downs. People were getting guided tours. I like to stop and eavesdrop for a while and then move on. But if you go there and are looking for a guide. They are usually walking about to offer tours and information.
There was some places to go to in the Sacred Valley. So upon inquiry, and as it seems to be the way. I hired a local driver to take me the next day. We went to the circular Inca terraces of Moray. Which had quite a powerful energy and is unique among the Inca sites in the Sacred Valley area. It is on a high plateau at about 3,500 metres. The site contains Inca ruins, with several terraced circles. The purpose of this stunning place is shrouded in mystery.
Then to the Salt mines of Maras, where since pre-Inca times, locals have been obtaining salt. Done by evaporating warm salty water from a local subterranean stream. The stark white here under the bright Peruvian sun, is sunglasses worthy. It is such a beautiful sight, the salt everywhere, whiteness to behold. And people were working and collecting salt when I was there too.
I then took a bus back to Cusco and stayed a few more nights there. October 21, from Cusco. took a day bus tour that left around 6.40 am, getting to Puno around 5 pm. This tour with Wonder Peru bus, stopped at places in the Sacred Valley on the way. We stopped at Raqch’i, an Inca archaeological site. This was the reason I had taken this tour, as I wanted to go there. It is 3480 m above sea level and it is also known as the Temple of Wiracocha. We also stopped at markets.
Puno
In Puno I stayed at the Inkas Rest Hostel. Puno is also high altitude, at roughly 4000 metres above sea level, and on the shores of Lake Titicaca. This sacred lake is the largest high altitude lake in the world.
The next day, it was time on the Lake, a boat trip with Leon Tours. We were shown and stepped onto the floating islands of Uros, and how people live on these man made islands.
‘The Uros are several craft-floating islands made of aquatic reeds called Totora. Where Andean inhabitants live since immemorial time. Maintaining their costumes, traditions, and lifestyle, completely isolated from the world, floating eternally in the waters of Lake Titicaca. The islands are around 60 to 70 in total. However, the quantity may change every year. Because each island can merge with another. Oe disappear and its inhabitants moving to another larger island and join other islanders’. (www.machutravelperu.com)
And also to the island of Taquile, where we had lunch, with trout and sopa with quinoa. Taquile, the locals call it Intika in their native tongue. As most of the roughly 2,000 inhabitants of the small islands still speak Quechua, the ancient language of the Inca. Time has stood still on the Island, the men are known for their knitting. I loved this on the island, the men knitting.
Beautiful sunny day. Met a man called Park, whom was from Japan, he worked as an acupuncturist. On the way back, I lay on top of the boat. And felt the waves of Lake Titicaca roll and wash under me.
Amaru Muru
That night at the hostel, Inka Rest, there was a though not uncommon power cut through the whole town. And so it was romantic candlelight. The next day I decided to stay another night in Puno. So that I could go to the gateway of Amaru Muru, before entering the Bolivia side of Lake Titicaca.
I went to a tour agency, as I was trying to figure out how to book flights to Mexico. I met the owner, a local called Eduardo. I asked him about Amaru Muru. And said he could help me get there, he seemed to have an understanding of the significance of the place. Eduardo was to guide me there, I booked it in. And he normally books a taxi for the tour. But I though it would be good to go on local public transport!? It was a bumpy bus ride, giving coca leaves to the locals on the way.
Amaru Muru It is a large rock face that stands over seven meters tall, with a doorway cut into it. It is made of a pinkish-hued stone material that is unusual and is not found anywhere else in the region. Large funnels flank the doorway on each side, and the door is large enough to fit a person. A small circular recess is visible about mid height, and what seems to be indented to place your hands. This ancient structure, it seems its origins and purpose are shrouded in mystery. The name Amaru Muru means ‘serpent’s mouth,’ it is also known as Hayu Marca or ‘Gate of the Gods,’
I didn’t take a photo of the actual portal that is Amaru Muru. As it didn’t feel right to do so at the time. We did ceremony there and sensing into the energetic impact of this place. I felt it to be a Lemurian energy, which I had also felt going to Castle Hill in New Zealand. And near Castle Lake at Mount Shasta. These three places on this fair earth I have felt Lemurian energy strongly. I guess it is some sort of remembrance? I walked further up too by myself. This region is called the Valley of the the Spirits. Around what looked like stone arches, and interesting rock formations, bringing through the LL whilst there.
From Lonely Planet writings: ‘Coming from Puno, beyond the bridge over the Rio Ilave. The road cuts 60 km across the plain towards Juli… The Gateway of Amaru Muru, a doorway like alcove carved into the rock. And said by indigenous mystics to serve as a dimensional link to the ancestors. A belief shared by new agers, who view it as the Andean “star gate”. A kind of link to non-Earthly beings and other worlds. It is very hard to find, without a local guide or tour leader.’
Amaru Muru gateway- courtesy of internet image.
8.30 am bus from Puno to Copacabana, crossing over the border to the Bolivian side of Lake Titicaca.
I flew from Auckland to Santiago, on the 19th of September. I was embarking on another journey, this time following the Earths Kundalini, in its new place. After reading books that had been recently published, and researching how it had shifted to the Andes Mountains. This knowledge once I had read it, wouldn’t leave me be, and so I found myself setting off again.
One of the books is by Drunvalo Melchizedek, that references the sacred event that takes place every 13,000 years. ‘Serpent of Light: Beyond 2012 – The Movement of the Earth’ s Kundalini and the Rise of the Female Light’. Is the name of the book. It speaks of the Earths Kundalini energy emerging from its resting place in the planet’s core. And moving like a snake across the surface of our world. Its movements from ancient Lemuria, to finding a home in Atlantis. Then moving on to the Himalayan mountains of India and Tibet. This time, he describes the “Serpent of Light” has moved to the Andes Mountains of Chile and Peru. Incorporating the Mayan prophesies. (More at the end of this post)
Another book, The Gaia Effect, published in 2013 also reflected about this earth energetic shift, and with similar prophesies. Written by Monika Muranyi and Lee Carroll (Kryon).
And so this was the start of a journey I had mapped out, that followed this line. Up through and following the Andes in Chile, into Peru. And then on wards to sacred sites in Bolivia, Mexico, America and Hawaii. I felt guided to take this serpent path, starting in Santiago. This was quite a big journey with the twists. Covering a lot of distance, taking me to many places and many bus rides! I had recently started speaking Light Language whilst back in New Zealand. And so this journey also included this aspect.
Santiago
Arriving in Santiago around midday. Today was a day of celebration, it was Chilean day. But the buses and trains were a bit out of kilter. Weary eyed after the flight, so oblivious to it. Set on getting to my destination. I was to stay with Sofia and her daughter, Celeste. Sofia is Chilean and I had met her when she was studying in Dunedin. Her flat was at Quirihue, Nunoa. Taking a bus and trains from the airport to Irarrazaval Metro Station, and then a taxi from there. Sofia had kindly left an envelope with some keys for me. But I was a bit wired, and failed to read which flat the keys were for. So it took me ages of trying random doors! Jet-lag does strange things with brains. I finally worked it out, and happily curled up inside and went to sleep. Meeting with Sofia when she got home later.
Sofia took me to her local supermarket, she introduced me to Palmitos. Which she ate from a can, I brought these quite a lot on my trip and enjoyed them. These are vegetable, also known as hearts of palm. The edible inner core or bud of certain species of palm trees.
In Santiago, I went to Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes and Museo de Arte Contemporaneo, both next to each other. With great architecture and many different artworks to behold. It took a short while to get used to the street dogs in Chile. Central Santiago was my first experience of this. The dogs seemed fine and are just doing their thing. In less affluent places in Chile they didn’t look so good sometimes which is hard to see.
In Barrio Brasil, there is vibrant street art, with crumbling old fashioned houses, and outdoor markets. And Sofia took me to the markets one day. Sofia’s friend was staying at her family house in Barrio Brazel. I was invited along with her friends and it was a nice day. It was a really cool house, and nice to step inside and see how the locals live.
21 Sept, I walked up Cerro San Cristobal, with sweeping views over Santiago. With a snowy white 14 m statue of the Virgin de la Immaculada Concepsion, towering atop the cumber (summit). It was a bit of a hike but worth it, I wanted to be on that spot for the Equinox.
Sofias flat had a lovely bohemian vibe, and I rested a lot when I was in Santiago. I got to know the local area with many walks and finding shady spots. It took longer than I thought it would, to get myself jump started heading away on the next part. I am very thankful to Sofia and Celeste, for the opportunity to stay with them.
Valparaisio
23 Sept, it was time to leave Santiago, and I was ready. I bussed to Valparaisio which is about two hours. I stayed one night at Hostal Caracol, in Bellavista Street. ‘Pablo Neruda said it best, Valparaiso, how absurd you are… you haven’t combed your hair, you’ve never had time to get dressed, life has always surprised you’. (Lonely Planet).
You see colorful street art and murals everywhere here, wandering, and meandering up and down the winding hills of Valparaiso. A maze of steep streets alleys and escaleras (stairways), and crumbling mansions. It was a sunny day and I wandered around this Port City.
La Serena
24 Sept, I bussed to the coastal town of La Serena, and stayed two nights at a hostel on Vicuna. I went to Museo Arqueologico, and was drawn in and captivated by the the Easter Island statue that was there. I ended up spending a lot of time with this statue, and quietly speaking LL. And then I went to the beach, to the light house. It was quite a long walk there and back, I had thought it was going to be closer! Had a fish dish that was very delicious at a small local restaurant. The next day I went for a massage from a blind woman, as was recommended by the hotel. Unfortunately I found I was freezing cold! But it did help me unwind of course.
Vicuna
Then caught a bus to Vicuna, on the 26th. One night, went to along to Obervatorio Cerro Mamalluca, for a two hour astrological tour. It is 9 km Southeast of Vicuna, with a 30 cm telescope. It was a clear night, and I had never seen the stars like I saw them up that hill. With a very funny Chilean guide, for extra spice, and meeting others on the tour. The highlight was that we saw Saturn and its rings through the telescope. Though very tiny, it was amazing to see! And also Venus and the star clusters, all making for a great night.
Staying at Hostel Valle Hermoso, on Gabriela Mistral. With a nice room to myself, and the woman that ran it was very friendly. Lonely planet says about the Hostel, ‘Eight airy and immaculately clean rooms around a sun-drenched patio inside and old adobe casona – with Oregon pine beams and walnut floors’.
‘The spirit of Gabriela Mistrals somnambulist poetry seeps from every pore of snoozy little Vicuna. Just 62 km east of La Serena. This is the easiest base from which to delve deeper into the Elqui Valley. The town itself, with its low key plaza and lyrical air and compact dwellings’ (Lonely Planet). In Vicuna I went to Chaski for dinner and wandered around a wee bit. The town felt nice and calm after being in bigger cities.
Cochiguaz
Centro Magnetica
The Elqui Valley, known for its new age communes and cutting edge observatories. I wanted to go this place when I found about the magnetic centre, or centro magnetica in Spanish.
27th Sept, I got a bus to Montegrande, through the Elqui Valley. I met a guy called Rob, an Englishman whom was looking for his dog. Which I think the locals find kind of loco, as in Chile the dogs all run wild, free and unrestricted. I asked him if he was going to Cochiquaz, on the off chance. As the bus doesn’t go there, only as far as Montegrande. He dropped me at the start of the road to Cochiquaz, which was very close. I had researched and knew this was my only way in, to hitch a ride with a friendly local. And so Cynthia Conrads pulled up. She took me to her mothers place on the way. She and her comrade were dropping off bags full of horse manure. So we stopped in and she showed me around this wondrous hostel called ‘Albaricoque Cochiquaz’. It was not open at the moment, it was next to the river and right next to a mountain. I found there was an amazing energy at one place. I did some LL and described to her what it was, she was interested. She was lovely, and we swapped addresses on the drop off just up the road from Spa Cochiquaz,
According to Lonely Planet, ‘New Age Capital of Northern Chile, the secluded valley of Cochiquaz is accredited with an extraordinary concentration of cosmic vibes. A vortex of powerful energies much publicised UFO sightings and formidable healing powers. But you needn’t be a believer to enjoy the beautiful valley’.
And so I found my way to Cochiquaz. I stayed at a place I would highly recommend called Spa Cochiquaz. It was slightly above my normal price ranging. But with three vegetarian meals included each day (with entree and desert). I had booked in online, and lo and behold. With lucky fate it just happened to be at the foot of the sacred mountain – Cancana. Enjoying a large lunch, afterwards I went for a rest, as was really tired. Listening to the wind, as the wind picks up every afternoon. Then I was very late for dinner as I didn’t know the time, but they served me kindly. The staff at the spa were kind. When I was leaving they wanted me to leave a big message in the visitors book, even if in English. They were all very helpful and delightful. It was just what I needed, I felt safe and well looked after. I could take my herbs properly, (I was taking chinese herbs brought from NZ) and ended up staying three nights.
Cochiquaz is also known as the magnetic centre, which used to be in Tibet – but it has shifted. This is why I went there. A guy at the hostal in La Serena said that if you drill a hole through Tibet. It ends up in Cochiquaz.
I went to a really good yoga class at the spa the next morning. Run by a local named Alex, and there was just the two of us. I felt renewed and refreshed afterwards. Then a woman called Roxanna dropped by and asked if I wanted to come up the mountain, yes OK!
So, we started scuttling up the mountain, but we went, not on the camino (track) so much, but straight up! Well we zig-zagged really. But it was quite full-on and not for the faint-hearted. But after a good sleep, meditation and one on one yoga, I was ready! Marseilles (one of the staff) had some water at the top. Well not really ‘the top’ as such, but a point that was quite high up. He was abseiling and with his girlfriend Cynthia (whom also works at the Spa). This mountain is the magnetic centre, so determination got me up there and determination got me back down. I did a lot of sliding on my tush, as it was the easiest way back down. So, I made it! I did some LL up where we were, whilst the others were abseiling. I lay under/on rocks and did some voice toning and connecting with the energies of the Monte. And so I was late for lunch. But they said ‘we will serve you’ as they knew we had been up the Monte.
On the way back down we went past a place that I felt strong energy. I was told by the others it was a Mayan Ceremonial site. And so I was determined to get back up there, which I did a few days later.
On the 29th, I had not slept very well. But whilst meditating in the morning, it came to me that I had to go to the rock. I had seen it from above the day before. And heard it was an ancient Inca place, and had carvings. So, I found out how to get there, it was not far and I went there before lunch. The name of this rock is Piedra del Guanaco. It was a short walk to the Acienda House. Where I was told to ask for Carmen; to ask for permission to walk on their land to the rock. When approaching the casa, there were three dogs barking. I did LL which seemed to be describing why I was there. Two of them lay and down and were quiet as I walked past up the drive. The third one, a beagle seemed to be shaking and scared and hid behind a chair! It was barking a small bit under its breath, but otherwise fine.
I introduced myself to Carmen and asked for permission. She brought me to the entrance, to the clearing where it is. I was there by myself for a good few hours. It seemed to be that was working with the ley lines. I was guided to go right around it. Working with certain spots, before I felt like I could approach the rock. I meditated underneath it. And toned near it. There were rock carvings clearly on the rock, the figures looked like llamas. Then back for lunch, and resting in the afternoon.
On the last morning there on the 30th. It was time to go to the Mayan Ceremonial site up the Monte again. I went by myself, after meditation and breakfast at about 10.30, after deciding to stay for lunch there at the Spa before leaving the valley. I scaled up, staying on the caminos this time, where I could find them. And did LL and stayed there until I felt the ease. When I was climbing the mountain. I was laughing to myself. My star sign is Capricorn, the mountain goat. But alas, luckily I don’t climb many mountains, I’m that good at.
Before I left Cochiquaz, I enquired with Roxanna whether it was possible for a chakra clearing. The session was powerful and really helped, she gifted it to me with kindness. What a place to get a healing, and your chakras sorted for now, at the magnetic centre! It was very valuable, she said that two chakras were closed. The crown chakra and the sacral chakra, everything else was fine. That made sense, the sacral chakra especially. I was going to Lake Titicaca later in this trip, and that Lago relates to this chakra. She also gifted me a flower essence.
I saw hummingbirds, I saw a Condor flying from sitting on the mountain – Cancana – Monte. It had felt like a good sign.
Then after the session, it was goodbye hugs to the staff, and I gave some of them some LL. And then a taxi took me back to Montegrande. Where I got a bus to La Serena, for an overnight 18.50 bus to Callama.
Callama
30th Sept, one the worst movies ever made was being shown on the overnight bus. I decided to stay in Callama and catch up with a friend called Sophia. It was a weird day as I was overtired. With lots of hanging out at the bus station, as Sophia was working. She picked me up after work, and she brought me to her casa. Meeting her Chilean partner , and her wee boy Luciano, who took a shine to me and vice versa. I had met Sophia in Dunedin, and she is also a painter. It was nice to have a bit of a rest before going on. Sophia took me and the little one on a bit of tour one day. To Chiu Chiu town and to an interesting ruins complex near there. Callama, I remember at the time, had a lot of stray dogs.
San Pedro de Atacama
Lonely Planet, describing this place, ‘they say the high quantities of quartz and copper in the region gives their people positive vibes and the good vibes of northern Chiles number one tourist draw San Pedro de Atacama (elevation 2438) are sky high. Spectacular scenery’.
I may have stayed at Hostel Sonchek. When I arrived off the bus, although it was a short walk to the main street there. I was alas, a bit lost. A man cycling past on his bike helped me out with advice and instant friendliness. Gonzalo was his name.
I enjoyed going to the Meteorite Museum (Museo del meteorito) also. Hosting the largest collection of meteorites in the world, that have fallen in the Atacama desert. I brought a small bit of meteorite.
And went on a few day tours. The tour assistant booking me in was a kiwi lass, whom Gonzalos had directed me to. She set me straight, and so I booked a tour or two. The main street there is Calle Caracoles. I met a couple from England at the hostel, Rosie and Lee. And I ended up staying with them years later in London.
The first day trip was to Valle Dela Luna – Moon Valley. The valley is famous for its resemblance to the surface of the moon. Owing to its different stratifications and the salt formations.
A high mountain range can be seen, known as the Cordillera de Domeyko. Whose peak is Kimal, (4,278m above sea level) Sala de Atacama, where I was is 2,300m above sea level. Also seen there is the Andean Mountain Range, which is made up of a plateau and a chain of volcanoes.
The Three Maries, are formations resulted from intense erosion processes. They are composed of gravel, clay, salt, gems and quartz. At approximately one million years old.
The Indigenous Association of the Moon Valley consists of six communities, together with CONAF, the National Forest Corporation. Both co-manage “Los Flamencos National Reserve”. In charge of protecting the renewable natural resources of these ancestral territories. While at the same time caring for the natural and cultural heritage of the communities.
I met with the group for the day, and we met our guide. And we were taken in a van to various spots in the Valley. And then when the sun was going down, at the Panoramic View point. We visited the Three Maries “Tres Marias”
And the next day it was another tour. This time to the Salt… The Sala de Atacama, where we also visited lagoons. Swimming in water with high salt content, meant you can float easily. And then later to a spot where the colours change beautifully when the sun goes down. The temperature drops quickly then too. After the tour I went out with some of the people I had met that day.
Arica
Catching the overnight bus from San Pedro de Atacama, I had a lot of trouble with my ears coming through. In Arica I stayed at Sunny Days Hostel, on Tomas Arvena, in a dorm room. The New Zealand owner and Chilean partner, provided a fantastic free breakfast. Whilst there, I walked to Point El Morro.
Buses in Chile, at the time were either Turbus or Pullman, I caught mainly Turbus. I did a lot of bussing in Chile! Both of these bus companies delivered an excellent service. The buses were it seemed, much better than the ones I caught in America. If you look at a map of Chile you will see it is a long thin country. So it can be quite a while on a bus. I remember being on one over night bus. And as night was falling, the conductor came around and put a blanket on each of us. I swear he kind of tucked it under my chin and I felt like I was being tucked in! Hospitality plus.
9th October, from Arica, crossing over the border to Peru, together with a woman from the hostel. In a shared collectivo taxi with five of us in the car. She was going shopping in Tacna, which is a border Peruvian city. She was off to update her wardrobe with some new jeans and things. I really wasn’t there to go shopping, so we said goodbye at the bus station. I booked on the next bus to Arequipa, Peru.
Kundalini Movement
“Life may seem to be business as usual, but it is not. We are changing fast… Remember this for life is going to present stranger things to you in your lifetime, and they all have meaning and purpose… Only Mother Earth and ancient Maya know what’s going to happen.”
From the book, ‘Serpent of Light: Beyond 2012’ – The Movement of the Earth’s Kundalini and the Rise of the Female Light, 1949 to 2013. by Drunvalo Melchizedek.
“And with every relocation changed our idea of what spiritual means. And gender. And heart. This time, with much difficulty, the “Serpent of Light” has moved to the Andes Mountains of Chile and Peru”.
With Ease 