Destiny II 2011~Peru~A Land of Transformation”
Destiny was the most amazing journey I have taken! I am back at home now and am still in a state of euphoria.
For all of you that follow this blog, I know it has been eerily silent. It was a challenging few weeks to get this fantastic story to you.
I remembered everything I was to take to Peru, except my computer bag! As I wait for boarding passes, I realize that on my kitchen table still lay the bag which contained my computer and passwords for the word press sites for these blogs. A shift in energy, I was devastated.
Joe, Dave & I arrive several days early to prepare for the events details. We dove right into the Peruvian cultural delights and experiences, eating and drinking at local Peruvian establishments, we ate Alpaca, Guinea Pig, drank local corn drinks and relished in the whole experience…It was wonderful! By day 1 of the event, I was not feeling so well. Richard, who was a Shaman we met when we arrived to Peru and would be controlling the ceremonies and ancient site visits for our event, came to me at the first break and said that he could see in my energy that I was sick and needed a doctor right away. Yes, I was feeling not my chipper self, but there was no way that I was going to acknowledge that I was sick, as I had been looking forward to seeing Peru since I was 8 years old and first read about Machu Picchu with my Mother one day while at a surf competition in Long Beach, CA. The article was in one of the travel stories of the surf magazine in which we were given. As I lay there under the shaded tree on the shoreline I looked in awe at this beautiful place Machu Picchu. I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze on the face, listening to the wind as it called to me. At that moment I knew I must one day be a part of this magical place.
Our afternoon Destiny excursion took us to the Temple of the Moon. I found little strength and insisted on attending the excursion with the other LifePath Members. We did not have far to travel as the temple of the moon sits just outside of Cusco. The Temple of the Moon is an Incan Temple with a very small cave that holds an alter, smooth as glass and made of granite. As you enter the cave, your hands have to guide you, as sunlight does not follow. As you enter, on the right wall, your hand slides over a perfect, smooth shape of a snake, symbol of the inner world. As you near the alter, a Shaman takes your hands and places them on the alter while saying a Quechan blessing, as you leave your hand slides across a perfect shape of the Puma, symbol of the physical world. As you leave the temple you are still holding onto a tiny stone, which we had been carrying all day. This stone has now been carrying our pain, guilt and unhappiness that we had been thinking about and transferring to this stone since morning. We were to transfer all of these past memories and feelings into this stone, so that we may give it away to the spirits and universe, releasing us of our pains, so that we could move more freely and openly into a more positive and loving light.
As we exited the temple, tears streamed uncontrollably from eyes. Young, old, men and woman, there was not one eye that did not shed a tear. No one can explain what had happened to them, except to say a transformation had occurred in the hearts and souls of all present, a transformation that we will take with us, and always be a part of us from this day forward. We then gave our stones to the temple of the moon… I however, never made it this far.
When the vans arrived at the temple, I began my own journey rapidly down hill. I was unable to compose myself in any fashion except to quickly find the nearest restroom. This was not so easy. In this small Incan Village there are no modern facilities, which was realized quickly, as I entered a door from the cobblestone street that a woman of Incan decent held open for me as she waved me in. I entered the door to find myself in a courtyard of a village, several woman sat on small stools next to a murky stream that ran through the village courtyard, they were cleaning purple beans and mashing corn for mesa. Children played with dogs in this same murky stream. The woman who showed me into this private village now in front of me opened another door for me to enter. As I entered a room with only a hole in the ground, a putrid stench overcame me and I went further down in my journey of illness. As I exited this room, I walked back through the courtyard to the door I entered through, The same woman that brought me here smiled kindly and opened the door for me to exit, she said a few words in Quechan, and closed the door behind me.
The buses that took us here were now empty. The transportation driver drove me back to the Hotel Monestario, the hotel sent for a doctor, he came to my room where I rested and he felt it necessary to take me to the hospital. As I entered, nurses were ready for me, putting me into a room and immediately given an IV and Oxygen, I had somehow caught a parasite which now infected my stomach. The local Peruvian hospital lay in the middle of a small cobblestone street in the town square of Cusco it was small but impeccably clean, the nursing staff spoke no English, but were incredibly attentive and understanding of my needs. Their kind and gentle way held my trust and I allowed them to take care of me as they felt necessary.
Our Shaman Richard brought Joe to the hospital a few hours later, upon leaving the moon temple. Richard said a prayer for me and left leaving Joe with blankets and tea as he slept by my side on a couch made of inadequate material, not for a good nights sleep. The night was difficult; I was in a state of comatose. The night consisted of hydration, antibiotics and parasite medications surging through my veins as I vomited and became unconscious.
The morning brought comfort. As I opened my eyes to a kind Peruvian doctor I felt much better, the worst had passed. Richard came back to check on us, as the LifePath Event was taking it’s members to sacred sites on this day. I begged Joe to go, as a founder he needed to be a part of the event, he refused and said that his place was with me, by my side until I was well enough to also attend, as I had waited for this moment to be in Peru all of my life.
Through intense spiritual growth of overcoming a few days of challenges, I missed my own deadlines of blogging to keep all of you up to date on Destiny 2011. So, this is indeed late but not forgotten… The story of Destiny will unfold here for you all to live vicariously with us all in Peru.
See you tomorrow!
Joe Elizabeth & all of us in Peru
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