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As we flew low over the Andes mountaintops into Cusco, I could
only imagine what this journey would bring. My father, Jack Pearl,
had taken me on my first overseas adventure to Peru when I was 12.
Only two weeks before this adventure was to begin, he passed away.
So he was going to Peru with me again, only this time in spirit.
My
dad had kept a journal of our trip in July 1980, and for the first
time ever, I opened its pages and began to read:
As we flew over the Andes
Mountains, I wondered about what adventures we might have. I remembered my dad’s
fascination with South
America and how for so many years he dreamed of going there. He
had spent many years instilling the sense of adventure in me, and
now it was my turn to pass that adventure on to my daughter
I
would be touring with a small group of people from different parts
of Canada and the United States. To my pleasant surprise, my dad’s
wife, Maureen, decided at the last minute to join us. It would be
a healing journey for both of us.
Andrea Mikana-Pinkham from Sedona, Arizona was our very competent
tour director from Body Mind Spirit Journeys. My company,
Sacred Earth Journeys, represents Andrea’s tours exclusively
in Canada and it was great to see her again, this time on Peruvian
soil.
Our
tour guide was Jorge Luis Delgado, an extremely
knowledgeable, kind and wise man with a gift for sharing spiritual
insights and detailed information about the Inca ways and Andean
traditions. A Peruvian mystic and shaman, Jorge trained
from an early age with the Kallahuayas shamans of Lake Titicaca,
and he also studied with the Q'ero Elders of the Cusco region and
other ritual specialists. As we would later find out, it was Jorge
who rediscovered Aramu Muru's Doorway, an ancient power
spot near Lake Titicaca.
On
the bus ride to the hotel, Jorge talked to us about the inner
journey we would be making, instructing us to “pay attention to
our intentions” during the trip. We would focus on letting go of
heavy energies, past hurts, guilty feelings, anything that did not
serve us any more. It would be about realizing our true natures
and authentic selves. We would learn about the three Andean
truths: Love, Service and Wisdom. We would be making a healing
journey on all levels, and I was up for the
challenge.
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 Our
first night in Cusco we walked down the narrow cobblestone
streets to a wonderful restaurant on the Plaza de Armas. We
enjoyed delicious, traditional Peruvian food, including marinated
fish in lemon and spices, colourful salads with beans and roasted
corn. I even summoned up the courage to try a small portion of
alpaca meat, which turned out to be tasty, but quite rich.
 After
dinner we were treated to the wonderful sounds of a Peruvian band.
Traditional dancers performed for us and then encouraged
some of us to join them dancing. Walking around Cusco at night was
very pleasant. Young Peruvian couples walked hand in hand,
teenagers were out socializing, families strolled, and it felt
quite safe, at least in the area around the Plaza de Armas. I
noticed a couple of Policia Nacional wandering around the
plaza.
The
next morning, we visited nearby Tambo Machay, the private
fountains/baths of the Incan nobles and priests. We felt very
privileged to be joined by two Q’ero Elders, ritual
specialists considered to be the last remaining descendants of the
Incas. We later learned that they had been quite isolated in the
hills above Cusco. It was only in recent years that they have
agreed to share some of their knowledge, rituals and ceremonies
with people outside their inner circle. Although the older of the
two looked to be in his 50s or 60s, I was surprised to learn that
he was actually 78!
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 They
performed a sacred ritual to ask the apus
(sacred mountain spirits) to bless each person during their
journey. Using the sacred water element Unu from the
eternal fountain at Tambo Machay, we each went up to be blessed by
the Elders with water and prayers. This represented a
cleansing, energetically and physically, and we all felt it was a
very special and important way to start our healing journey.
 Our
next stop was the Temple of the Moon, also known as the
Temple of the Serpent. The serpent is the totem animal of the
Ucu Pacha, the Lower World and you can see two snakes
carved into the ancient walls at the entrance to this small cave
along with the puma and the condor, totem animals of the middle
and upper worlds in Inca cosmology.
As we
entered the small cave, light coming in from a small
opening at the top illuminated a raised, natural stone altar.
Jorge Luis Delgado lit large sticks of sage as we connected with
the healing feminine energies of Pachamama, Mother
Earth. Jorge encouraged us to let go of anything that was holding
us back or blocking us from realizing our true nature and
authentic self. Jorge led us each through a short ceremony to
release these unwanted energies as he touched our crown, heart and
navels with his mesa, a cloth containing ritualistic
healing stones. It was an emotional ceremony for many of us, and
we felt reconnected with Mother Earth, as if – like the serpent –
we had shed many skins.
 
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When
we emerged from the cave into the daylight, we saw the Q’ero
elders were preparing a despachos, an offering
ceremony to Mamapacha. With their sacred stones and
amulets laid out before them on a ceremonial cloth, they poured
small packets of various offerings into the cloth, before reciting
traditional prayers to Mother Earth and blessing each of us.
A few
kilometers west, at Sacsayhuaman, we saw some of the most
amazing Inca architecture – walls made of giant megalithic
stones, fitted together perfectly without any mortar! Cusco
was originally laid out in the shape of a puma. Sacsayhuaman was
its head, and the zigzag walls at this amazing site represented
its teeth, as well as the path of lightening, a revered earth
element for the Incas. The view from here, overlooking Cusco,
was
spectacular.
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A
Peruvian band played for us while we enjoyed lunch in a quaint
little restaurant in the hills over looking Cusco. Then we
returned to Cusco and wandered around the picturesque town,
exploring its cobblestone streets and quaint, narrow alleyways. I
always felt safe walking around, even at night, when the Plaza de
Arms comes alive with the locals and tourists all out for a stroll
or shopping. As Sacsayhuaman was the puma’s head, Cusco was its
heart.
 Thirty-two kilometers northwest of Cusco is the Sacred Valley of the Incas,
nested between majestic snow-covered apus and fed by the
waters of the Urubamba River. We traveled into the nearby hills to
the ancient solar observatory at Pisac, entering the site through
the ancient Temple of the Condor.
 The
view was stunning, and Jorge asked us to invoke
within us the
power of the condor – it has an overview, the bigger picture, the
sight. We each had a chance to imagine flying out over the valley
and connecting with the apus beyond, just as the condor
would. Jorge then performed a short cleansing ceremony for
each person, brushing two condor feathers through our auras for
further cleansing.
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 We
walked along a winding trail, rich with magnificent views of the
mountains, hills and valleys below, up and down ancient stone
steps, to the most sacred area of the site, the ancient Sun
Temple.
 Along
the way, we were serenaded by the hauntingly beautiful sounds of a
young man playing the Peruvian pan flute. On arriving, we learned
how the Sun Temple had been used for astrological purposes – as a
sundial – to know, for example, when it was time to harvest, as
well as for spiritual purposes. On the way back, Jorge pointed out
dozens of ancient burial chambers on the sides of the surrounding
mountains. The ancient Inca funereal rites enabled their dead to
become part of the apus, living on as protective spirits in
the mountains.
 The
invigorating hike to and from the temple reminded me how much I
had loved trekking in the Annapurna and Everest regions of Nepal
and climbing Mt. Kinabalu in Malaysia and Mt. Kilimanjaro in
Tanzania. I decided to hike the Inca Trail next. I felt totally at
home in Peru, as if I had lived here before, perhaps in a
different time...
 Below
the mountain, the village of Pisac is famous for its traditional
Andean marketplace full of colourful clothing, locally
grown produce and freshly baked bread. Wandering around in the
maze of stalls, we bargained for hats, sweaters, tapestries and
other local handicrafts. Back on the bus, we shared stories of our
experiences at the Temple of the Condor and what treasures we had
found in the marketplace.
 Traveling
northwest toward Urubamba, we enjoyed spectacular, sweeping views
of the distant, snow-capped apus, with layers of jagged
brown mountains, hillsides and patchwork green, yellow-green and
brown fields. Small villages dotted the countryside, and sheep,
donkeys, cows and horses grazed as the locals worked in the
fields. It was nearly Winter Solstice, and the fields lay barren,
ready to be tilled for planting.
 In
Urubamba, in a beautiful garden on the sacred
Urubamba River,
we walked a labyrinth. After this quiet, walking
meditation, we sat and watched the river flowing while
Jorge talked about the Andean tradition of Muni.
He told us that the main purpose of life for the Inca people is to
develop higher levels of consciousness of love.
 According
to Andean tradition, you know when you have reached the highest
level of consciousness of love when a hummingbird comes to you and
tries to drink nectar from your crown. This is because the
hummingbird radiates at the frequency of love. I remembered that,
in other traditions, the chakras are represented as flowers, so I
found the hummingbird connection very interesting.
  We
continued to the Sanctuary of Ollantaytambo, an Inca
fortress and temple. After visiting the various sacred water
elements of the site, we walked beside a gurgling river to an
area that is not visited by many people, the Temple of the
Condor.
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 You can see the shape and wings of the condor in the
natural outline of the mountainside. One can also see the sculpted
profile of Wiracochan, the pilgrim preacher of knowledge,
the master knower of time, on one of the rocky flanks in the
area.
We
stopped at a large stone slab that Jorge said was a portal into
other dimensions. Jorge told us he and Don Miguel Ruiz, author of
The Four Agreements, had worked together at this site many
years ago and activated the portal. I wished I could have been a
“fly on the wall” witnessing those shamanic ceremonies!
 We ended
our afternoon at the main altar area of the temple, the Temple
of the Sun, before walking back down to Ollantaytambo
and our hotel.
 The
train ride to Aguas Calientes travels through a dense jungle,
alongside the wild Urubamba River, cut deep into mountain valleys.
After quickly checking into our hotel, we rode a bus up to the
eighth wonder of the world, Machu Picchu. We walked along a
path through the rainforest, and when we got close to the top,
Jorge had us close our eyes and link hands—an exercise in trust—as
we were led several meters further. For a minute we stood
silently, soaking in the beautiful and uplifting energy of the
site, before opening our eyes.
 What
lay before us was the most breathtaking view of Machu Picchu
surrounded by towering mountains. It was truly awe-inspiring. We
spent the morning with Jorge, Andrea and a local professional
guide, who led us to the Temple of the Sun and Moon, the
Temple of the Condor, the Temple of the Three Windows,
and the world famous spiritual center of the site, the
Intihuatana, or the Hitching Post of the
Sun.
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After
a delicious buffet lunch at the on-site hotel, we returned with
Jorge and Andrea to a few sacred sites for quiet meditation and
ceremonies. At one small, cave-like room associated with the
Pachamama, we let go of things that were holding us back, or
blocking us from realizing our authentic selves, our true nature.
We
went out to meet Jorge at a small balcony that looked straight out
at the three sacred apus, Wayna Picchu to the left,
Putu Cusi straight ahead, and Inti Punku to the
right. Jorge led us of each in a short ceremony to open our arms
and hearts to the apus, and once we were connected, to
bring that energy back into our hearts and minds. We were one with
the apus, the apus were in us and we could always be
a part of that spirit. It was a moving time for all of us.
 Next
we were led to a place where an arrow-shaped stone juts out from
the side of the mountain, and we each lay out on it, as if having
a bird’s eye view over the apus.
We
all felt truly blessed to have Jorge as our guide. Throughout the
trip he shared many Andean truths and spiritual beliefs, such as
the theory that the planet has two polarities that balance and
energize the planet. The Andes are the feminine and the Himalayas
the masculine. There are many striking similarities between the
Tibetan and Andean cultures; for example, the designs of their
indigenous silver jewelry are remarkably similar.
  On
our second day at Machu Picchu, four of us decided to climb Wayna
Picchu, the sister peak of Machu Picchu. It was a beautiful hike,
with steep stairs most of the way up, and the view from the top
was spectacular, offering a different perspective of the ancient
stone buildings and the surrounding valleys and mountains. We
spent a good hour taking it all in before descending down the
mountain, much quicker than going up!
Although we arrived back at the main site at 5:00 pm, closing
time, our adventure was far from over. We were going to meet the
rest of the group and then re-enter the site when no other
tourists would be there. We were going to have private, night
entrance to Machu Picchu, and it would be like no other night
any of us had ever experienced.
 The
sky was starting to dim as Jorge, Andrea and another shaman, Raul
from Lake Titicaca, slowly led us along the path to the Temple
of the Sun. Underneath it was a small area that once held
tombs of the high priests. Here we connected with the Lower World
and the Pachamama before moving to the Temple of the Sun
and Moon above to connect with the Moon and the stars, the
Upper World.
Slowly and quietly, we made our way to the astronomical
observatory and sacred temples of the Intihuatana and the
Temple of the Three Windows. It was fully dark, and Jorge
pointed out the “black constellations” scattered along the length
of the Milky Way forming shapes that the Incas recognized as the
Llama, the Frog, the Partridge, the Fox and the Snake. It is
believed that the Sacred Valley and its sacred river are a double
or reflection of the Milky Way or “Celestial River” in earthly
space. Those who follow tradition in the Sacred Valley make
offerings to the river, which is projected in the sky as a river
of stars, to complete the sacred cycle in which the men and gods
communed.
Raul
laid out his mesa cloth and other ceremonial pieces and
prepared for the Wachuma ritual using San Pedro, a
cactus that has been used for consciousness expansion by Andean
shamans for thousands of years. I decided not to drink the San
Pedro, as I had been ill the day before and Jorge said it would
make my stomach worse. Following the Wachuma ritual, we held a
special ceremony for my dad. Susan and Barbara saw a shooting star
as Maureen read a eulogy and excerpts from his 1980 trip journal:
As
we rode up the mountainside on the on the winding switch-back
road, the view got more breathtaking with every curve... But when
we got out of the bus and looked over the side, I was
overwhelmed…many mysteries surround its origin and purpose, but
the city itself is an engineering masterpiece... I went back to
the site to start trying to capture this exotic, ancient city on
film. I stayed until sunset trying to capture the mood of the
ancient spirits that may still dwell here.
We
scattered some of Dad’s ashes over the side of the mountain near
the Intihuatana. There was another shooting star as I
looked up at the southern cross, which Dad often talked about, and
I knew he would be very happy, perhaps still imagining how the
ancient Incas built this engineering masterpiece. He was an
engineer after all…
The
final ceremony that night was about letting go of the ego, usually
the last phase of one’s spiritual journey. Each of us lay down on
a ceremonial granite slab. The group supported with healing hands
and symbolically swept the ego and any blocking energies to the
West. Then facing the East with arms extended to the mountain of
Machu Picchu, we invoked the apus to bring down a new light
body to the pilgrim. Jorge cleansed with Florida water before
placing our right hand on our heart and our left hand on our solar
plexus. (I thought that this traditional Andean greeting, was
similar to the “Namaste” of India). At last, he welcomed us back
home with a big hug!
Machu
Picchu has a sacred geography with the peaks of Machu Picchu,
Wayna Picchu and Sachapata forming the first circle. The
surrounding mountains of San Miguel, Cedrobambaorcco and
Wayractanbo form the second circle. On the tops of these peaks are
ceremonial platforms. This sacred geography is represented by two
clear concentric circles carved in a flat rock at the altar of the
Intihuatana. During the dawn of the Winter Solstice, June
21, the sunlight consecrates this symbol in a triangle formation
of light. We had time on our own for silent meditation and a final
visit to the Intihuatana.
The
sky started to cloud over and there was a chill in the air as we
made our way back down the mountain. Although we left Machu Picchu
for the last time on this trip, we felt as though we were taking a
part of the apus with us, that they were part of us now,
and in some way, we were part of them, forever.
The
drive from Cusco to Lake Titicaca was eight or nine hours
long, but the scenery along the way was spectacular. We traveled
south along the sacred Urubamba River, through the Altiplano,
or high plains, and crossed a high plateau at La Raya, the highest
point on the highway (16,000 ft). I had vague memories of crossing
this high pass when I was with my dad many years before, but the
roads, if you could call them that, were in much worse shape then!
We
climbed out of Arequipa on a set of switchbacks that went straight
up the mountainside. The road was indeed rough with big
cobblestones all over it, boulders strewn across it and occasional
half filled-in washouts. I rarely was able to get out of second
gear, but we had expected this and took it in our stride.
We
climbed to about 14,000 ft before we reached the high mountain
plateau area. The scenery looking back towards Arequipa and El
Misty was spectacular. Both Helen and I (and the car too) felt the
shortness of breath because of the extremely high elevation. This
pass and a few others like it in the Andes are the highest
mountain passes in the world. The sun shone intensely bright and
penetrating, which completely offset the cold mountain air. It was
warm shirtsleeve weather, yet there was ice in the ditches along
the road.
After we broke over the top and started traveling through the
inter-mountain plateau area, the road got better. Every once in a
while we ran across herds of Llamas and sheep. All of the local
Peruvian Indians that we saw wore traditional, bright coloured
wool clothes just like out of a tourist brochure. I stopped to
take a few quick pictures along the way, but we had to push on
because we needed to reach Puno before nightfall.
 We
continued south through the port city of Puno, to the quiet
village of Chucuito, arriving late in the evening at our
hotel overlooking the shores of Lake Titicaca. The Taypikala
Hotel, built and owned by Jorge, was luxurious beyond our
expectations. A roaring fire in the fireplace greeted us, and we
were treated to a lovely dinner of trout and kingfish. The
beautiful rooms and common areas were decorated with Inca
artifacts, textiles and pottery that Jorge had collected.
  The
next morning, we took a boat ride onto the tranquil waters of the
Mama Cocha to the Uros Floating Islands, made
of the native totora reed and named after the Uros people who
inhabit them.
 
These
floating islands were traditionally used as fishing communities,
but tourism now plays a large role in their meager economy. We
bought some lovely handicrafts and richly colored hand embroidered
tapestries and rugs before boarding a large traditional reed
boat and paddling out on the lake for quiet meditation and
connection with the lake.
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 In
the afternoon we had the most memorable and rewarding experience
when about two dozen children, aged five to seven, came to the
hotel for the Magic Dream Pillow Project. These were
children from a very poor area, almost forgotten by the
government. The project was organized by the Softly International
Center for Women and Children, a
nonprofit organization serving children living in severe poverty.
The art project was an opportunity to teach children the
importance of dreams, to wish for things, to have goals in life,
and how visualizing and keeping your dreams near you while you
sleep helps them to come true.
 The
children had a wonderful time creating their very own dream
pillowcase using materials that we had brought from home. As well
as art supplies, we had also brought second hand clothes and toys
for the children, and after they finished their dream pillows,
they selected clothes and trinkets from the tables. I had tears in
my eyes as I watched these children who had so little, walk away
with clothes that my children, who are so wealthy in comparison,
had worn previously.
That
evening we enjoyed a delicious dinner of steamed trout beside a
roaring fire, while some of the hotel staff played guitar and
harmonica, and we all tried to remember the words to Hey Jude and
Hotel California.
  Jorge
told us that about 25 years ago he started having dreams about
saying goodbye to friends and going off in search of some kind of
important sacred place. In his dreams he was walking through a
wonderland of strange, reddish pink natural rock formations. He
had this dream many times, and he asked his teachers and local
shamans about it. They encouraged him to try to find this place,
believing it must indeed exist in the physical reality. While
doing his research and traveling around Lake Titicaca, Jorge
noticed an outcropping of reddish pink rocks with the same
formations as in his dreams. After exploring the area, Jorge found
what is now known as the mysterious Aramu Muru’s Doorway or
portal, a doorway-shaped niche in a huge stone outcropping,
located in a region known as the Valley of the Spirits.
It is
linked to a legend that dates back to before 30,000 BC, when there
was a great continent in the Pacific known as Mu. The continent
began to submerge, an action that continued for many thousands of
years until the final portion of old Mu known as Lemuria
was also submerged in a series of disasters that were terminated
between 10,000 and 12,000 BC. During these last days, Lord
Aramu-Muru (God Meru) was one of the great Lemurian sages and
the Keeper of the Scrolls of Mu, as well as a Golden Disk of
the Sun.
The
Masters and Saints began to collect the precious records and
documents from the Libraries of Lemuria. Each Master was chosen by
the Council of the Great White Hierarchy to go to a different
section of the world, where, in safety, he could set up a School
of the Ancient and Arcane Wisdom. This was to preserve the
scientific and spiritual knowledge of the past. At first, for many
thousands of years, these schools were to remain a mystery to the
inhabitants of the world; their teachings and meetings were to be
secret. Hence, they are called even today mystery schools or the
Shan-Gri-Las of Earth.
Lord
Meru, as one of the teachers of Lemuria, was delegated by the
Hierarchy to take his Sacred Scrolls, along with the enormous
Golden Disk of the Sun, to the mountainous area of a newly formed
lake in what is now South America. Here he would guard and sustain
the focus of the illumination flame.
The
other Masters of Lemuria journeyed to other parts of the world and
also set up mystery schools, so that mankind would have throughout
all time on Earth the secret knowledge hidden away, not lost, but
hidden, until the children of Earth had spiritually progressed to
study again and to use the Divine Truths.
The
valley of the Monastery of the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays
is known as the valley of the Blue Moon and is located high in
Andes Mountains on the northern, Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca.
Lord Meru did not immediately set up the monastery on his arrival
at Lake Titicaca, but he wandered for many years, studying and
fasting in the wilderness, where he was joined by others who had
escaped the catastrophes. He was originally accompanied by his
feminine aspect, Amara-Mara (Goddess Meru), when he departed from
Lemuria.
According to legend, Aramu Muru, known in Peruvian history as
Manco Kapac, the first Inca, hid from the Spanish invaders in the
Valley of the Spirits to preserve the sacred Golden Disk of the
Sun. Lord Muru knew about this mysterious door, and thanks to his
great knowledge, used the Golden Disk of the Sun to open the
inter-dimensional portal at the doorway and crossed into another
realm, never to be seen or heard from again on the third
dimension.
Jorge
surmised that the doorway he had found amongst the reddish pink
rock formations—just as he had seen in his dreams—could be the
very doorway that the legends talk about. Since that time it is
now referred to as Aramu Muru’s Doorway.
The
Monastery of the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays has never been
discovered to this day, although Jorge has led several pilgrimages
to try and find it. Perhaps one day it will be located and the
secret knowledge and divine truths of the past will once again be
revealed.
  Later
we visited the mysterious site of Cotimbo, with its
circular burial towers or chullpas, where we saw
some of the most ancient architecture in all of the Andes. There
were carvings on the chullpas of serpents and pumas,
guardians of the lower and middle worlds, worshipped by the
Inca
and pre-Inca inhabitants.
 Inside
one of the towers, Jorge led us in chants and meditation to
connect with these ancient spirits. Very few people visit here, as
compared to other sacred sites, and the ancient energies here felt
very strong, almost untouched. The view from up here was stunning.
 Before
the first rays of sun appeared on the horizon, on the most sacred
day in the Andean world – Winter Solstice, June 21st,
we set off at 5:30 am to the shores of Lake Titicaca. We arrived
to welcome the sun and have a special solstice ceremony and
meditation. Winter Solstice is the time when the ancient Incas
believed the sun returned to bless the earth and her people with
another year of life.
 Maureen
and I took a quiet moment to scatter some of my Dad’s ashes into
the quiet and serene Mother Lake. I knew he would be happy there.
When we eventually reached Puno, long
after dark, we were so tired, aching and dirty that any kind of
bed at all would be a luxury. Everything in the car was covered
with a thick layer of white dust. Helen said I was going gray
before my time. It had taken us eight hours to cover 180 miles...
We just started wandering through the streets until Helen spotted
a hotel sign... We went down for dinner later and to my great
delight they had a Peruvian folk group playing... It was so
beautiful and such a contrast to the long strenuous journey that I
felt overwhelmed.
 On
our last afternoon at Lake Titicaca we visited the Softly
International Center for Women & Children. After helping serve the children
lunch, we bought small souvenirs
from the mothers. The center
helps about 60 local children with a daily hot breakfast and
pre-school, while the mothers learn
 to
make handicrafts to sell in the markets. This was the one-year
anniversary of the center, and the mayor and council of the
village, as well as the owner of the building, were all on hand to
celebrate. One of the men had tears in his eyes as he made a
speech about how happy they were that the children had a safe
place to learn and grow. The children and mothers performed dances
for us and even got some of us up dancing!
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During our last evening at Lake Titicaca
we enjoyed a delicious meal of kingfish beside a warm fire, while
Peruvian musicians and traditional dancers performed for us, a
lovely way to end a most memorable and transformational tour.
 Early in the trip our small group began
forming close bonds. We supported each other as we experienced the
challenges of our individual journeys. The
knowledge and wisdom that Jorge shared during our days together
really allowed us to open up, helping us to realize
our true
nature and authentic selves. He taught us that fear is not real
but only an illusion. When we realize that it is only the ego that
creates fear, we can be free to let it go. Perhaps the most
valuable lesson we learned from him is this: “Anything that does
not come from love is a lie.”
Our wonderful group! Top row (kneeling), from
left to right: Anneliese, Lynn, Jorge Luis
Delgado, Helen (Sacred Earth Journeys), Ryan,
Valerie; bottom row (sitting), from left to
right: Andrea (Body Mind Spirit Journeys),
Sherie, Barbara, Margie, Susan, Maureen.
Missing from photo: Stevi
We invite you to join us for our next Peru: Inca Mysteries & Magic
Tour, held each June at the special time of Winter Solstice
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