The next megalithic
site that we had the privilege to visit was Ollantaytambo in the Sacred Valley,
which we did as a day trip after we arrived back in Cusco from Machu
Picchu. This site is billed as an Inca
fortress, but clearly there are parts of it that are extremely old and very
sacred. You find this all over Peru,
where the Incas were the last to occupy these places before the Spanish conquest,
and thus the construction is always attributed to them. Of course, they did some construction, but
the walls and buildings that they built are easily distinguished from the much
older and much more superior megalithic style.
When the Spanish came and questioned the locals, even the people that
they conquered had no idea how these ancient structures were built.
It was a very windy
day as we hiked up a series of terraces to enter the main temple, which sits on the
top of a hill. This is commonly called the
Sun Temple, but when visiting here with shamanic groups in the past, we also
called it the Temple of the Wind, for obvious reasons! As I climbed up the terraces, I could feel
the combination of the wind and the sun clearing me out. Perhaps this was by design for the people
coming here in the ancient past, so that they were fairly clean and clear upon
entering the sacred space.
We went down a
walkway alongside a megalithic wall that contained niches, and through a
stone doorway to officially enter the sacred space. As I proceeded, I felt the energy of joy and lightness seemingly emanating from the stone structures. Here we found huge, and I mean
huge pink granite monoliths strewn about and a standing wall or altar made of 6
of these monoliths with the spaces in between filled in by finely carved and
fitted narrow pieces of granite. This was
the focal point of the ceremonial space and was a multidimensional stargate. Time and space seemed altered here. It was as if these multi ton stones still carried
the energy of “floating in joy” that was used to bring them here and move them
into place.
I laid out my skulls
and tuned in. I was starting to get the
picture that perhaps all megalithic sites around the world contained stargates,
and all were in easy communication with each other in this way in the distant
past. Certainly that is the sense I got while
at the Osireion in Egypt, and had a feeling that they were teleporting back and
forth to Peru. After packing up my
skulls (just in time to evade a site guard that came through checking on us), I
stood directly in front of the pink granite altar and asked that my personal
stargate be attuned to the one at this site, and that my multidimensional stargate
traveler lineage be re-membered and strengthened. Well something happened there, as I could
almost see straight through the bulk of the granite to a scene that was on the
other side. The stargate had
opened. What if I just stepped right
through? Would I have ended up in
Egypt? Ha!
BTW—our launching
group met today, and I used the personal stargate theme for my intent during my
launch. I have written about this before
in a post entitled “Portals and Stargates”.
There is a transformation of matter that happens when one goes through a
stargate that does not happen when one goes through a portal. Stargate hopping is undoubtedly a very tricky
deal as the physical body does not go through, only one’s energy patterns. There has to be some mechanism in place to
reconstitute some sort of body on the other side.
Anyway, something
clearly happened there, as I was pretty spaced out after that engagement with
the Ollantaytambo stargate, and had to watch my step carefully climbing down
those terraces again. This whole site is
full of finely shaped stones. The
standard theory is that they were pecked into their shapes by people wielding
harder but smaller stones, but I don’t think so. No one has ever been able to duplicate these so call construction techniques in any of these sites around the
world.
After leaving the
marvelous energy of Ollantaytambo, our group drove back up onto the altiplano
and the site of Moray to have a closing ceremony inside one of the terraced
craters there. It was getting colder and
it had started to snow on the nearby peaks, one of which was Apu Veronica at
about 19,000’ in elevation. It looked
like powdered sugar! A sweet ending to a
very satisfying day.
Just looking at these marvelous photos of yours brought a flood of energy/warmth into my core essence, Carla. It was so unexpected! I've seen anthropology book photos and travel brochures of Machu Picchu before, but nothing taken with such honoring and understanding of the sacredness of this site. It stirred something deep within me...and I definitely felt the "joyfulness" you sensed with the rose-colored monoliths.
ReplyDeleteThank you for bringing us along on this amazing journey of yours!