On the Way to Machu Picchu, 13

As the plane turns, leaning to the right, the pilot points to lines and designs on the desert through my window. They are a jumbled array of layers of drawings, eroding into a river valley. Strange conceptual representations of jungle animals or extraterrestrial life forms, birds and fish. Plus lines. It looks like many generations of flying clubs used this area.

I marvel and wonder. Who? Why? When? This wonder keeps the explosion going. As the plane bumps down the runway and we walk, speechless, to the truck, the final message comes to me. It is "separation." The magnetism separates into the gravity down and the buoyancy up, giving the sensation of the head or upper chakras cut loose, lifting from the body. The double of spirit emerges from body. I hear "Ea," the sound of transference of consciousness to the spirit.

In the blue hotel room with no windows, I become aware of generating a powerful light.

 

(Peeling the Grape)

As it flows into Matrix (the red dot on the map I'm drawn to north of Lake Titicaca) it activates the Galaxy People* stored there. This is the light they need to become active agents of evolution on Earth. They begin to resurrect and incarnate as Galaxy Light Beings. They go out to inspire and help people.

* See Mt. Shasta and the Galaxy People, page 23

©1979 Caroling

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{To Lake Titicaca: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
To Matrix: 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33
To Machu Picchu: 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47
To Amazon Jungle: 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65}