The next morning we gathered to get on a bus going up to the mountain. The bus ride was up a narrow road. The driver seemed quite serene, and I suspect he had gone up and down many times. We did get to the top safely.
The Incas have what they call mesas. They might have taken it from the Catholic Mass, or it might be about the Rocks. The Mesa is mostly rocks. The rocks have power. There were guides. One of the interesting I realized is that those guides knew exactly what we were doing. At one point we were told to work with our mesas. There were "rooms" without a ceiling. A guide was with some visitors, and as soon as he saw what we were doing, he directed his tourist away from where we were. Another time I put my mesa on a huge and very special stone altar with a rope around to block so tourists wouldn't touch it. But when I put my mesa at the bottom of the altar, the guide who was explaining to tourists, he nodded. This happened a lot. Our group was special because we had been learning the ancient traditions of the Peruvians.
We also had an unusual night at another pleace: the Death Stone. This ceremony was led by Don Manuel. It wasn't about physical death, but a way to let go what each of us needed to. Our soul was sent out of our bodies and came back clear and pure.
Another day we went into a caves farther up the mountain. There were more ceremonies, and we each were were given all that our guide had of power and blessing. These words cannot convey what all of us felt, and what we received.
All of this took a couple of days.
The Incas have what they call mesas. They might have taken it from the Catholic Mass, or it might be about the Rocks. The Mesa is mostly rocks. The rocks have power. There were guides. One of the interesting I realized is that those guides knew exactly what we were doing. At one point we were told to work with our mesas. There were "rooms" without a ceiling. A guide was with some visitors, and as soon as he saw what we were doing, he directed his tourist away from where we were. Another time I put my mesa on a huge and very special stone altar with a rope around to block so tourists wouldn't touch it. But when I put my mesa at the bottom of the altar, the guide who was explaining to tourists, he nodded. This happened a lot. Our group was special because we had been learning the ancient traditions of the Peruvians.
We also had an unusual night at another pleace: the Death Stone. This ceremony was led by Don Manuel. It wasn't about physical death, but a way to let go what each of us needed to. Our soul was sent out of our bodies and came back clear and pure.
Another day we went into a caves farther up the mountain. There were more ceremonies, and we each were were given all that our guide had of power and blessing. These words cannot convey what all of us felt, and what we received.
All of this took a couple of days.
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