The last stop on my
final day’s walkabout was the Cusco Cathedral, which is located on the central
square, the Plaza de Armas. Most if not all of the major churches and
cathedrals in the countries conquered by the Spanish were built on top of the
places where the Inca and even pre Inca people built their sacred temples, and
this one is no exception. These ancient
people knew where the vortexes and stargates were and took advantage of those
natural energies for their ceremonial locations. The Spanish knew this, too, and
systematically tore down those ancient buildings and replaced them with
monuments to the Catholic religion.
The cathedral is
quite a place, with some very significant paintings, other artifacts and a huge
main altar that is covered in silver. I
especially like the 2 murals that depict the Virgin Mary as the spirit of the earth,
or Pachamama. In both of these large paintings,
she is wearing a dress that is more pyramidal in shape, very wide at the bottom,
to represent the sacred mountains, or Apus.
Baby Jesus looks like a toy doll that is stuck on her shoulder like a boutonniere. Clearly the Earth Mother was much more important
to the formally trained native painters than Jesus was.
There is also a
large granite “egg”, maybe 2 ½ feet tall, that sits inside next to the main
entrance to the cathedral. This is
probably the most important item in the place, as it represents the cosmic egg of creation. It is common for shamans of local traditions to
start their initiation pilgrimages at the cathedral, and I am sure that the egg
plays an important part in the asking for blessings for their journey. Fortunately, the catholic authorities have
not removed the egg because of the spiritual and ”heathen” practices associated
with it, but they have placed a clear plastic box over it so that people can no
longer actually touch it. Coca leaf
offerings had been placed on the top of the box when I was there.
During my last visit
to the cathedral in 2007, I had enjoyed quite a deep and tranquil meditation sitting in front
of one of the side altars. Not so this
time around. I couldn’t find any place
that felt as nice as that, so I sat in front of the main silver altar and did
some tracking. I could detect the vortex
of positive energy coming up from deep in the earth, but it had been capped off
at the earth’s surface with a large black energetic disc. The main altar was then constructed right on
top of that! This energy had been put in place at some time
during the consecration of the cathedral, and at least on some level, spells,
curses and hexes had been used to do this. Someone wanted to keep this vortex
permanently plugged up. I proceeded to
do some cleanup work there, but this was a job that was much bigger than what I
could do, so the changes were only partial.
Everything did feel lighter and clearer by the time I left, and the
vortex was stronger and actually pushing up against the black disc from
underneath. Perhaps when the time comes
for the throwing off of such artificially installed energies, this place will
return to its natural and organic nature.
So, why did I just
notice these energy dynamics this time around and not previously? I can only surmise that because I am in a
whole different place with my own spiritual evolution, I am noticing things
that went unnoticed before. Also, because
of my previous unawareness of the synthetic matrix that is embedded in all
religious structures, it is possible that I had been tuning into the seductive
yet entrapping nature of this energy during past visits, and not the true
organic that had been prevented from manifesting there. Now I can honestly say that the only organic
and sacred item in that whole place was the granite egg by the door. A long time ago, a friend of mine said that it
was being used as a door stop. In light
of everything, I am surprised that it is still there at all.
My last stop before
returning to the hotel was to have lunch at one of my favorite restaurants on
the plaza, “Papillon”, which means butterfly.
I got the last remaining seat on their open air balcony, and had a
wonderful bowl of creole soup and a salad.
A Peruvian group played their pan flute music while I whiled away my
last hour in Cusco just watching the people in the plaza below me. I’d go back in a heartbeat, as you can
probably tell!
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