Sitting in Aguas Calientes

Sitting in Machu Picchu, or to be exact in the Pueblo of Aguas Calientes. It is raining, really raining, water holds a great presence here. Across the Calle or street the Urubamba River, my river of light, is roaring through this little Pueblo on it’s way to the Amazon. This is my 5th or 6th time to visit the great Cosmic reality of Machu Picchu and each time my connection to the Light and the Life of this Sacred place has grown in dimensions, beyond simple depth, dimensions open us to greater awareness and openings to aspects of our being. This was a fast trip, two nights, of course this is a place before time, a place where time you must bring with you as the Consciousness of Machu Pichu is of the Light. I always love to see the faces of the people that come with us on our Journeys to Mach Picchu. You see we have a practice of leading the group to the top of the ridge above the main City and with their eyes closed we have them hold hands and walk connected to a vantage point where when they open their eyes the beauty and mystery all come together in one light filled moment. There are always tears of gratitude and feelings of Heart and Spirit opening to a greater reality as the mist and clouds shift and move between the Mountains from Machu Picchu to Putu Cusi and across the river gorge to Huayna Pichu the Cat, looking down on the Dove Rock out cropping of the North border of the City. Some call this Machu Picchu an ancient Ruin, they don’t get it, this is a place of Consciousness and Light, a place that connects worlds and dimensions all of which seem to have aspects that open within us as Human Beings, all connected, remembered, awakened by the Mystery of Life that lingers in the mist. Sitting here in a street side café waiting for a pizza, smelling the wood smoke of the Pizza Ovens and the rain falling in big drops I watch the members of our journey step down from the bus with big smiles and laughter. I never had any aspirations of being a tour guide, still don’t, but somehow it just happened that I wanted to share these places where I have found so much inspiration for Life and so I keep coming back with small groups of pilgrims. I love it, most of the time, like right now, Urubamba River roaring through the Pueblo, wood smoke, Rain, Clouds and mist, smiles and hugs this is the beauty of our world and the legacy I want to share with my daughters. The beauty and magic of life is all around us, we just have to look from the inside out. Whether in the hills of Tennessee or the coast of Malibu, the Temples of Teotihuacan or the Majesty of the Andes we really are surrounded by beauty and light, created of beauty and light. This afternoon we’ll catch the train back to Cusco and in a few days I’ll be on a flight back home to Malibu and the woman I share my dreams with. Seems everywhere I turn I am filled with gratitude. Gracias Mama Pacha, Gracias Apus Machu Pichu and Huayna Picchu, Putu Cusi and Ausungati, Gracias Mee for Loving me just the way I am and Gracias to all those who Journey with me for bringing your light to this world of Ours, May Peace be With You