Moorea was a surprise to me. It was the most succulent female place I had ever visited. It wasn't just that the island was in the shape of a heart, it was also the beautiful sexual energy throbbing out of the Earth and the ocean.
Everywhere we looked there were gorgeous tan men and women moving about, all wearing nothing more than a small piece of cloth on their bottoms and nothing on their tops. The sight of such beautiful people in near-naked form only emphasized this mission and its purpose—to change the sexual balance of females worldwide.
Thoth wanted us to arrive on the island at least a week before the adjustment so we could get used to the energy of this island. He suggested that we contact the natives to really understand. As it turned out, we were there for ten days and completed our purpose on the ninth day.
My girlfriend and I were both novices at scuba diving, but dragged all the equipment with us, as we had heard that Moorea was one of the best places in the world to dive. We were not disappointed, to say the least. The coral reef around Moorea is like liquid glass. When you're swimming through this almost-body-temperature water, you can see the millions of multicolored fish and animals surrounding you for a hundred feet in all directions. I remember thinking that it was like swimming in an aquarium. We couldn't leave the ocean. When we got out of the water, it felt like the energy dropped by half, and we kept finding ourselves walking back into the ocean like zombies. It was like a magnet pulling us back. And we were swimming in this water from six to eight hours a day, both of us completely addicted.
After a couple of days of this bliss, a carefree young native Polynesian couple approached us and asked us if we would like to visit their home. We both found them so unassuming and natural that we didn't think twice. We went home with them as if we had known them all of our lives.
Their “home” was a beach hidden from the tourists. It had grass huts for storing stuff, but not really for sleeping in. There must have been about twenty-five people in their home—a few more women than men. Everyone slept on the sand by the ocean, except when it rained.
Higher up on an ocean ledge their ancestors had built a special stone building for one purpose only. The women and the men would take turns using this space. It was a place where the women would massage each other, and then the men would massage each other. They would alternate each afternoon. In their culture, it was important that each sex took care of each other physically, and so each person was massaged and loved by other members of the tribe almost every day.
Why not? They had mastered life beyond what most of us know. They didn't use money, as they found that money only enslaved them. When they were hungry they would go to a mango or papaya tree. There were hundreds of plants and herbs growing everywhere, and they knew exactly where they were. The ocean was part of their home, and they would simply walk into the water with a pointed stick and in minutes come back with the fish of their desires. They seldom became sick, but if they did, their ancestors had told them how to heal, so doctors were people they never knew.
If paradise exists on Earth, they live it.
Playing and loving were their primary purposes in life. At night they would bring out their musical instruments, which they made out of materials from the jungle or ocean. They would dance and sing for hours until the moon was high in the sky. Work was something that was necessary only once in awhile, such as when a boat that had been destroyed by a storm needed to be rebuilt, and when it was necessary, all of the tribe would come together as one to help. Even then they turned work into something fun, even exciting. Music would flow through the air, tribe members taking turns between playing the music and working on the project. What a life!
It became clear, after even a couple of days, that their way of life was not based on ego, but on something more holistic.
They loved each other in every way, taking care of each other. No one ever combed their own hair or made themselves ready for the day; it was always done by someone of the same sex. They turned the simplest acts into a way of showing love.
They shared each other as if they were all in one large marriage. The women had their choice of all the men, and the men shared the women. I don't think that the word “jealousy” was even in their vocabulary.
After only about three days of being with them, I had forgotten why I had come there in the first place. Never had I felt such release and relaxation. My old life in the States had disappeared completely. My body had become part of the tribe, and the island owned my soul. How could this happen in such a short period of time?
Neither my girlfriend nor I had ever mentioned to any of them our secret intention for being on their island, but somewhere towards the seventh or eighth day, the young man who brought us to the tribe asked us to come sit with him. He looked into our eyes with complete love and began to speak.
“You are my white brother and sister, and we know what is in your hearts. We know why you are here, and we want to help you. You must reach a sacred place near the center of this island to complete your purpose, but it is forbidden that you go there. It is too holy for us to let anyone into that area. But your purpose is beyond our rules.
“Tomorrow one of our elders will be here to guide you. I can't tell you his real name, but you can call him Thomas. You are in our hearts, and we will do whatever we can for you to complete why you have come here.”
The next morning, as the sun was rising and exploding with color over the blue, blue ocean, painting the billowing clouds shades of purple and orange, a man in his middle fifties walked straight up to us and said his name was Thomas. He was six feet tall and dark brown. His almost-black hair hung down to the middle of his back, and he wore nothing but a white cloth around his waist and leather thongs. He seemed to know exactly what we were thinking.
Without asking any questions, he proceeded to tell us that the place where we needed to be to do our “ceremony” was deep inside the interior of the island, that it was a little dangerous to get there, but he would show us the way.
I asked if there was anything we needed to bring, and he looked at us like we were children. “No,” he said simply and turned and began to walk away. We looked at each other and followed him.
While living on the beach, I had noticed that the middle of the island seemed mountainous and covered with jungle, but hadn't thought about it except to feel its beauty. Now we were about to feel its power.
Leaving sea level, which had been our only experience of Moorea, was a shock. The terrain really was jungle. Without this guide, I quickly realized that there would be no way my girlfriend and I could have ever made our way. You had to know the pathways in the dense jungle and how they connected to other, smaller, almost unnoticeable pathways that branched off, eventually leading to our goal.
Several times we passed ancient stone ruins that were situated just off this trail. I asked Thomas about the first one, and he said, “There were ancient ones that lived here long before we came to these islands. We don't know who they were, but these ruins have been protected always. There are certain ones that we do ceremony at every year to honor those that came before us. But where we are going is the most sacred place of all.”
After several hours of climbing always upward, we came to a mountain ridgeline that I had thought from a distance was our destination. But when we stepped onto the highest point, we could see into the center of the island for the first time. I couldn't believe my eyes. Honest to God, it looked like something out of an Indiana Jones movie.
The mountainous ridgeline that we were standing on formed an enormous circle of mountains, and in the exact middle was a mountain that was the most phallic physical mountain I had ever seen. It was like a giant penis pointing at the sky, forcefully penetrating the female circle of mountains below.
All I could say was, “Wow,” and was forced to be silent by the sheer power of what I was witnessing. I couldn't help but remember that Moorea was shaped like of a heart. And this was at its very center? The three of us stood speechless. The only sound was wind blowing through my hair, and the silence allowed me to notice that the three of us were breathing in perfect synchronicity, as one. I felt connected to all life everywhere.
Perhaps five minutes later, Thomas pointed to an area to the left of the phallic mountain and said, “There. That is where you need to be. You must go on by yourselves now. You will know when you are at the right place. My heart and those of all of my people will be with you.” And he turned and walked away, leaving us alone.
For a long time we stood there holding hands, not wanting to break this magical moment.
Finally, a bright green parrot flew uncomfortably close to our heads and screamed, startling us out of our trance.
We laughed at how we had jumped, but the seriousness of why we were there together began to take control. We knew we were running out of time. We had to be in position at this sacred location within an hour and a half or all would be lost.
“Come on, let's get going.”
It wasn't easy without Thomas, who knew every inch of the island, but it was up to us to decide how to get from here to there. We decided to drop almost straight down the side of the mountain into the bowl to save time, which was probably a mistake. We lost the trail within five minutes.
But finally, we reached the sacred site, which was a fairy-tale picture: a flat stone altar where ceremonies had been performed for countless generations before us. We had only fifteen minutes before the all-important moment would expire.
Really, life is amazing. After months of planning something so critical for the human experience on Earth, we barely made it on time. But we were there, and as fate would have it, so were all the other forty women and our two counterparts in Egypt. This massive ceremony was about to become reality.
Very quickly, we set up the four directions to center and protect this internal space where the ceremony would be performed. From my training with the Taos Pueblo on creating sacred space, I knew certain intentions had to be projected and brought into reality. One has to connect with Mother Earth and Father Sky within one's heart and ask the spirits of the six directions to contain the space and protect the humans doing the ceremony. One had to consciously bring in the presence of Great Spirit. Of course, Great Spirit is always everywhere, but it is about the human awareness of the presence of God. Without these intentions, this ceremony would be nothing but a fantasy and powerless.
All around us, this amphitheater was reflecting back to us the energy of thousands of years of sacred ceremony. Thomas had given us local herbs and articles to be placed at the center of the circle, as was the islanders' tradition, and, knowing how important it was to follow the local beliefs, we did that. And so, with a mere three minutes left, all was prepared.
I looked into the eyes of my girlfriend. I could see her anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen. She was practically holding her breath, frozen with the reality of knowing that she was about to be used by Mother Earth as a tool of immense energetic change that would affect every woman on Earth.
I took a moment to assure her, held her hand, and the words came out of my mouth, “You are, at this moment, the most important and beautifully sexual woman alive. Close your eyes, and let your spirit enter your body and be here fully in this moment. For the next few minutes, you are the Earth creating a new way to express femininity.”
I checked my watch. We had fifty-five seconds before the stone would be dropped into the sacred hole in Egypt. I turned to my female friend, and she was gone. Time and space meant nothing to her now. She had entered a place in her body that only she, in the whole world, would understand.
A silent countdown began to happen in my head. I couldn't help it. I could not imagine what was about to take place.
Five, four, three, two, one—now.
She, of course, could not have possibly known exactly when that split second spent itself, but at that precise second, everything changed.
She had been on her knees, resting back on her haunches, but the moment the ceremony energy arrived, an expression of shock swept over her face. Her whole body responded by dropping down closer to the Earth.
And then another wave of energy moved through her. And another. She was obviously having an experience of intensity, and for me, as a male watching her, it was also a sexual experience.
I knew what this ceremony was about, but it was not until I was actually seeing her and feeling what she was feeling that I realized the power of sexual change on this level.
She stretched out on the Earth, opened her legs as wide as she could and let out a moan from deep within her secret hidden chamber. It almost sounded like pain, but it was something far more primal. She had entered a region of sexuality where she was totally male and, for the first time in her life, knew the urge of wanting to merge with a beautiful woman. Her normal sexuality had disappeared, replaced by a reality that she later said she'd only fantasized about, but this was real. This was body-energetic real.
Then, as fast as this experience swept over her, a new wave of energy entered her body, and she involuntarily swayed herself into another position. She clutched the Earth and moaned even louder to Father Sun directly above her. Her sexuality had now swung to the opposite pole. She was entirely, totally female now, wanting to be penetrated as deeply as humanly possible.
All she could say was, “Oh my God. I love you.” The words went to someone only she could see.
Then another wave of energy surged through her, and now she was male again. But this time there was a little female mixed with all that masculine desire. Each time the energy from the Mother entered her body, she would enter the opposite sexual polarity, but closer to balance. Like a pendulum swinging from side to side, her sexuality kept changing from energy surge to energy surge, until finally it returned to somewhere near the center.
As the energy stabilized over the next half hour or so, we both knew that she had been forever changed by this experience, and so had the Earth.
The females in the future of this dear planet were now to be altered ever so slightly, to be centered more within their own feminine sexuality, as the last 13,000 years of male domination had pulled them a little too far into the world of male experience. Now females would be ready for changes that were to come in the future, changes they could never experience or be able to absorb while plagued by the sexual imbalance of modern times. It was only the beginning, for what actually changed was the Unity Consciousness Grid high above the Earth. This grid was the future of humanity, and the future of humanity was about to become almost completely dependent upon the women of all the countries, cultures, and religions that humankind has created from its mind.
The Precession of the Equinox was about to enter a new 13,000 years cycle, this time led by the female wisdom that all women have held within a small secret chamber within their beautiful female hearts. Without this unconditional love, humanity would be lost to the mental constraints that men have built to protect us over the last 13,000 years. This protection was needed in the past, but now it is our greatest hindrance to survival, to the expansion of our consciousness, and to the ascension of the human race into a new world of light.
Thank God for the female heart. It has always been this way. The men protect us as we enter the dark part of the cycle, and the women lead us back into the light as the Grand Cycle returns toward the center of the galaxy.
My girlfriend lay limp on the ground, every muscle in her body spent. She had just had the most amazing and unusual orgasm of her life, and by doing so, had saved humanity.
Suddenly, lightning bolted out of the sky, and thunder exploded all around us. It shocked us both. She jumped into my arms, and we looked around into an atmosphere entirely different than the blue sky and white billowing clouds that were there when the ceremony began. I'd been so wrapped up in the energy of the ceremony I hadn't noticed the enormous storm that had quickly engulfed the entire island. Lightning began to build, striking everywhere around us. It was rapidly becoming a serious situation.
We grabbed our things and began to look for shelter, but it was too late. Fifteen minutes after the ceremony the fury of hurricane-like rains were everywhere. Never in my life had I seen anything like this. We couldn't see more than a few feet in front of us. A wall of water was pouring from the sky.
We found a place under a rock formation to get out of the torrential downpour and held each other as the storm raged on. What we didn't know at the time was that this rain was not going to stop for three days and three nights. Eventually, we made our way back to our “family” near the beach, but our lives had changed in ways I can't really explain on these pages.
A storm of this magnitude was not unusual in Moorea, but for the same thing to simultaneously happen in Egypt definitely was. Fifteen minutes after the ceremony in Egypt, torrential rains began in Giza and continued for three days and three nights in this normally dry desert region of the Great Pyramid. Newspapers reported three feet of water in the streets of Giza. Three people died from drowning. The reporter said that Egypt had never experienced anything like this in its known history.
In retrospect, I saw this as an emotional release from our Mother to find a balance one more time in her inner needs. Though this new female sexual balance would not manifest in the world for a few more years, to our Mother it was real, here and now, and the beginning of a new cycle of life for her dear body, the planet Earth.