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I would like to tell you a funny and true story, a story that at the time I didnít find so funny, nor did I see the significance in the turn of events that made this story so profound, and yet so ordinary. It is a story that reminds us to pay attention to the unexpected, and to count on spirit not only to show up in unusual ways, but in seemingly ordinary ways too.
The story begins with my first journey to Machupicchu, Peru. Needless to say I was quite excited to be traveling to this amazing land. I had dreamed of going for sometime and now the time was upon me. I wanted to get the most out of my first trip, as most spiritual pilgrims do. Over the years I have entered sacred sites at night to meditate and pray. A night on top of a pyramid has proven, over and over, a profound way to tune in and receive sacred mystery school teachings. So of course I was going to repeat this process in Machupicchu.
On my last day in Machupicchu I was ready to enter the site at night. I waited until 1 a.m. to make sure the guards were asleep. I climbed over a cliff beside the ticket gate to enter the site. I ascended part of the Inca trail to a special carved rock where I could see the entire site laid out before me. Machupicchu was exquisite, lit up by starlight, and the silence was profound.
I sat down with my back against the rock and began to meditate. The stone was getting colder and colder and it was getting harder every moment to concentrate. I was wearing every piece of wool and alpaca clothing I owned. I looked like an Alpaca mummy and could hardly move but the cold intruded into my meditation with a vengeance. I sat all night in the cold. By morningís first light I had not received a single vision, insight or teaching. I was not visited by the Lumerian Star Elders, nor did I see Andean Angels or space craft. I received absolutely NOTHING except knowing where the phrase "stone cold" came from. Believe me I understood "stone cold" quite well.
As the sun rose over the top of the surrounding Andean mountains, I greeted the warmth it brought. The vision of the sunlight hitting the ruins below was an amazing view and a seeming consolation for my night of suffering. I thought I would at least get some incredible photographs. I pulled my frozen hands out of my alpaca mittens and got out the camera I had kept inside my poncho to keep warm. I waited for the right moment to snap my first shot. But what happened next was. . .well, letís call it the straw that broke the llamas back.
Apparently out of nowhere appeared what seemed to be a couple of tourists. The site of Machupicchu is huge but yet these two, speaking some unknown language, showed up and stood right in line with the amazing photo of Machupicchu emerging in front of me. This was puzzling to me as it was about 6a.m., and the front gates do not open until 8a.m. So where did these bozos come from, I thought? Couldnít they find another place from which to view the sunrise? Come on, I was thinking, I have been here ALL NIGHT in a stone cold state reducing my grand quest to have a vision to snapping a great photo. I didnít think it could get much worse. But it did, I assure you. One of the fellows pulled some bowling pins out of a bag and began to JUGGLE! It was the most absurd sight I have ever witnessed after an all-nighter in a sacred site. This guy was juggling at sunrise at Machupicchu, right in front of my breathtaking photograph and ruining the only thing I would gain from this frigid evening in Machupicchu. This was the last thing I expected. And yep! They were snapping photos of themselves juggling in front of Machupicchu! It was as if God was playing a big joke on me.
I have to admit all that meditating had done nothing for my anger levels. I was grumpy, stone cold, and downright livid. How dare these guys block my awesome view! There were so many other places they could have gone. How dare the Creator not bless me with a great vision with all the sacrifices I made to get it! After all, I have been blessed with tremendous visions in other sacred sites over and over, some of which changed my life forever. Why was I being denied what I expected this time? I went back to the hotel feeling dejected in spirit and downright tired. I forgot the entire event and went on with the journey that offered our group great insights and profound teachings, but in the back of my mind I thought about that cold traumatic night where God played a big cosmic joke on me.
In September 2000 I guided another group to Peru. When I lead groups, at some point I like to amuse them with the traumatic juggling story. It helps me heal my wounds of that night (just joking) and it gets my group laughing and reminds them that visions come and visions go and you never know when youíll be touched by a divine moment.
This time, we were perched on top of the site near the funeral stone. Some of the group had created an alter on top the stone, others chose to sit, legs hanging over the edge, facing my favorite sacred mountain, Apu Putukusi. This mountain is a dimensional doorway to a golden city and when meditating upon it many can feel, see, and hear the Lumerian Mastersí messages, and if you are real lucky you get chance to go inside the cityís first level.
I had just finished telling my juggling story to part of the group when Howard, a professional story teller, came up to me after a long meditation upon Apu Putikisi. He said "Aluna Joy, I just got a very strange message and I wanted to know what you think about it. I was meditating upon the mountain and asked for the key to enter the golden city inside the mountain. Guess what they said."
I was very curious and said with excitement, "Come on, Howard, letís hear it!" He said, "Now donít laugh at me, but the Lunreian Masters said the key to entering the Golden City was to JUGGLE!"
Now keep in mind, Howard was way out of earshot while I was telling the story to the group. This is why what he said was so shocking. All their mouths dropped open in amazement and all chimed in with, "WHAT? What did you say?!" We could not believe our ears. I knew Howard was a story teller and a very creative one at that, so just for a second I though maybe he made this story up to pull our legs. We had a very rambunctious group this year, and outrageous laughter and silliness were daily and constant events. But I discounted this thought almost immediately. It was too far out to be made up.
What was so amazing was the realization that came just after Howardís revealing message. First, it was quite possible that the two juggling guys were the Andean Masters I had called on, and they had, in fact, given me the keys to the Golden City. I have been calling the Masters to come to me in physical form all my life, and here they were right in front of me, and I did not recognize them! You donít expect Masters to juggle their teachings, now do you? Of course I should have known better; the Masters I have been working with most of my life have a twisted sense of humor, and always take me by surprise.
Secondly I realized that because I had criteria for what I thought was the appropriate way to receive a divine message or vision, I was limited from seeing the message that was right in front of me. I was not in an altered state meditation, I saw no burning bush or alien space craft, I was not in a deep and serious spiritual state. no phenomena were present at all, just a couple of odd-looking fellows in the absurd act of juggling in Machupicchu. This helped me realize we may be having divine messages transmitted in the most absurd and unexpected ways and in what we think is a normal everyday conscious state. This makes me question: How much are we missing? How many Masters walk among us everyday? How often do they push our buttons, tease us, ask us to lighten up, and give the answers to our deepest questions to us and we miss them because they do not come in the form we believe is appropriate.
Third, that simple act of juggling itself was profound teaching. I asked myself what do we have to juggle? Maybe the act of juggling is where humanity is living at this time. So many of us are feeling on the edge and everything in our lives seems to be up in the air like flying bowling pins. All the elements, issues, and choices in our lives are up in the air, spinning, twisting, and changing in front of our eyes. We know very soon that these elements are going to succumb to the force of gravity and come back down to us. We are going to be able to catch all the pieces at once? Or are we being asked to observe and choose which bowling pins to catch, and to duck quick not to get bonked in the head by the others?
Maybe juggling is how we need to live our lives. Maybe to enter the next world, next state of consciousness, next dimension, we need to throw all that we are up in the air and wait and see what we can catch. Maybe we have no choice; that seems to be exactly what is happening anyway. Maybe learning to juggle our complex spiritual and 3D lives together is a step toward becoming multidimensional. I am still learning from this story myself and I am sure I am missing some of the point here. But you can be sure I am looking for jugglers to join me in my next trip to Peru.
Aluna Joy Yaxk'in . . . A Star Messenger - Earth Oracle - Soul Reader - Sacred Site Junkie was literally born awake and in the company of her guides, the Star Elders. Today she has evolved into an author, spiritual life coach, sacred site guide, alternative historian, ordained minister and modern mystic. In the Inca world, Aluna is considered a Qawaq (cow-wak), a clairvoyant or seer of living energy. Aluna acts as a spiritual archaeologist using her clairvoyant / clairsentient gifts to excavate current messages from the masters of ancient, enlightened cultures to uncover what affect this has on humanity and the collective consciousness. She is well known for her down to earth, accepting attitude that makes each one feel like they have come home. She inspires and encourages others to recognize and accept their own authentic divinity and connection to the Creator. "Our groups are family, and each one is a teacher and also a student. We work together as a team to unravel the sacred mysteries of life." Aluna coined the term "sacred site junkie" because she is one herself. After her first trip to Tulum, Mexico, her life changed dramatically, and she was sent on an entirely different path in life. Since this time, her work has been influenced by uncountable shamanic experiences in sacred sites of Mexico, Guatemala, Belize, Honduras, Peru, Bolivia, Egypt, Greece, England, Australia and New Zealand. Aluna has been leading groups in the Maya world since 1986, the Inca world since 1996, and the Egyptian world since 2008, and the mystical world of Avalon (England and Scotland) since 2007. Aluna offers Star Elder Sessions, formulates Sacred Site Essences and a free newsletter. She is the author of "Mayan Astrology" and her articles have been published worldwide. Website: www.AlunaJoy.com
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