The angels began to speak again about the need to journey into the land of the Maya, for, like the Anasazi, this ancient culture had also made a huge mistake in the distant past. It was a mistake that, if not corrected, would thwart the world's ascension and hinder the female from performing her responsibility for the next 13,000 years. In a nutshell, another grid problem.
Almost a year had passed since the ceremonies in the land of the Anasazi, and I was in no hurry to begin running around the world again. One of my biggest problems is that I am lazy. So the dear angels actually had to prod me into action to begin a journey that I knew would be a lot of work. I'm such a silly guy. I travel from such a great distance to be here on Earth to do this work and then only want to hang out and play.
The Four Corners journey had been breathtaking. We had participated in the intimate involvement between the ancient Anasazi, Mother Earth, and our tiny group of brave souls who breathed as One Spirit. Now I was being asked to push still farther into the indigenous world and deeper into the darkness of the ancient past.
As I had become aware of Lionfire, the shaman of Hovenweep in Colorado, and his Herculean knowledge of the Anasazi, I had also become aware of his impressive knowledge of the Maya. And so before I even started this journey, I asked him if he would come along as an expert in Mayan history. Thankfully, he agreed.
The timing of our trip to the Yucatan coincided with an invitation by the Mayan shaman Hunbatz Men for us to participate in the equinox ceremonies at Chichen Itza on March 20, 2003.
Hunbatz, the Mayan Council of Elders, and about 250 indigenous elders from North, South, and Central America would perform ceremony for world peace, joining their spiritual powers together for a world healing. Our own group would support this endeavor by performing ceremony in an outer circle around the inner core of indigenous shamans and elders. We would also be joined by a European group led by Carolina Hehenkamp, who had been with us on the Anasazi journey.
After the ceremonies at Chichen Itza, our plan was to continue on a spiral journey to fulfill our own group's further purpose of going to Mayaland. And, very much as it was in the Anasazi journey, our purpose here would be to help the ancient Mayans, who were also trapped in the inner Earth, to be released.
Not known at that time—in fact, unknown until it actually unfolded before our eyes—was yet another enormous purpose that is still unfolding to this day.
Just as it was in the Four Corners, the Mayaland healing would mean restoring the balance of nature between the Inner and Outer Worlds of the Maya. By so doing, the Inner Worlds could begin to move with us, the Outer World, in harmony—or, better yet, we would move in harmony with them.
And this needed to happen soon. For—if you believe the present day version—the Mayan calendar was to end in 2012, a little less than nine short years after our 2003 journey. In the tradition of the Mayans, the period we are now in will usher in a moment of history called the End of Time, which they understand to be the ending of a very long cycle and the beginning of a new one.
So our job would be to open the channels for the Mayans in the inner Earth to connect with those on the surface in preparation for the final ascension. In so doing, the Unity Consciousness Grid was to become more focused, and the energy of the Serpent of Light high in the Andes Mountains in Chile would grow brighter and stronger.
And again, just as it had been in the Four Corners last summer, the Yucatan and surrounding areas were in a terrible drought. Another part of our job, then, would be to perform the ceremonies that would bring rain—the physical symbol of the balance we were seeking.
Why would this ancient culture want a group of international people to do this kind of service for them? Had they forgotten how? Had they, for some reason, lost the spiritual power to do it themselves? I don't really know. It still seems strange that they would give such a personal task to someone of another culture. Yet it reminds me of the time I was asked by the Taos Pueblo in New Mexico to bury their dead. They believed that it was better for them if another culture performed this task.
Perhaps the Mayans need an outside force to open the energy channels. Or perhaps, as with many of us, they have simply become overwhelmed by circumstances and need help.
Whatever the reason, we had been invited by the Mayans, both the living ones and the ancients, to come to Mexico and perform these ceremonies with them and for them. We could not say no.
I felt the heartbeat begin as soon as we touched Mexican soil. I felt a strong sense of connection between this and the Anasazi journey. It was the same energy, as though it had already been dreamed. I felt inside that this new trip to the Mayan chakra temples would possibly be life-changing for me; I just didn't know how. Who but God, and perhaps the Ancient Ones, knew what was about to take place. I was clearly stepping into the unknown.
Upon arrival at the circular city of Merida, I was swished away to the Hotel Los Aluxes—which means “the Little People” and is pronounced “a-loosh-as”—where we found that Lionfire and Carolina had already arrived. For the next twenty-four hours, our vagabond group of sixty souls slowly came together from all over the world.
For our first meeting circle, Lionfire had arranged a special evening for us with his Mayan friends.
We met in a small room at the hotel, where a Mayan elder—a beautiful grandmother—stood before us and, in the Mayan language, gave us her permission to participate in ceremonies and visit places that in the past had been reserved only for the Mayan priests. We felt incredibly honored by her words. There were many tears.
Then a Mayan musical group called Wayak played their haunting music for us. Their throaty cries and native instruments seemed like sounds from an ancient past. It was unlike anything we'd ever heard before. The enchantment of that evening was the perfect beginning to a pilgrimage of ceremonies that would hopefully bring health and balance back to the Mayan people and their land, helping to prepare them for vastly important ceremonies in the future—ceremonies that the whole world will someday depend upon for its very survival.
As we sat in that circle, I noted that we would be moving in the same spiral of temples that Ken and I had moved through almost twenty years before, except there would be new ones. I felt like an old veteran and a kid at the same time. I could hardly wait.
Upon arriving at Uxmal, our international group was just beginning to remember to breathe as One Heart. They gathered around while I told them the story of Ken's giant pendulum and the amazing happenings of 1985. Then we all walked to the Great Pyramid, where I saw that the tree that sealed in the obsidian crystal was still there. The tree was much bigger now than it had when I last saw it in 1995, when I'd been at Chichen Itza with Hunbatz Men for that year's spring equinox ceremony. It was the only tree in that grassy space, and it was perfectly aligned with the center of the pyramid and the edge of the building next to it.
We made our way to the top of the Great Pyramid—a steep climb and a dizzying height for some of our group who had never done anything like this before. From the top, we could see the entire, immense area of Uxmal, its pyramids and temples spread out over miles in the jungle. It was easy to imagine how at one time this site had been a great center for the Mayan people.
Our ceremony here took on an unusual shape—the geometry of the vesica piscis. Picture us, a group of sixty people on top of a pyramid, attempting to arrange our bodies in the form of two overlapping circles. But we achieved this end result, with some people hanging on the edge, and our first ceremony of the journey unfolded. The two interlocked circles represented the inner indigenous ceremonies and those of our international group, functioning together as One.
By the end of this ceremony, I realized that we were beginning to connect with the Ancient Ones already. I felt them there watching us, feeling us, testing us. And in response, the hearts of the people in our group kept opening wider—just what was needed for us to be accepted both by the Mayans on the surface and the Mayans in the Inner Worlds.
Figure 6: Drawing of vesica piscis
Ceremony in the shape of vesica pisces
Our weary but elated departure from Uxmal was attended by splendor. All over the Yucatan, the Mayans were burning their fields in preparation for planting their spring crops, and the slight haze this put in the air caused the setting sun to go down in an unusually brilliant blaze of glory.
As we responded to the beauty of this place and our experiences, I knew that Great Spirit had brought the right people together for this work. It couldn't have been better if we had planned it.
After Uxmal we traveled to the temples of Labna and Kaba before we returned to Merida.
Labna is the second chakra and represents the sexual center. The land of Labna is a rusty red color, much like Sedona, Arizona, where I live now. The entire temple complex has a soft, seductive flavor to it and an energy that somehow always gets to your heart.
We held a simple ceremony there that was designed more for purification than anything else. I walked around each person with burning sage and cedar smoke, while one of the group slowly gave a heartbeat rhythm on his drum. But while we were in this circle, something appeared that later would be an enormous problem.
One of the women from South America began to go slightly out of control as the ceremonial smoke swirled around her body. Her face began to distort, and these strange sounds emerged recklessly from her body. After a few minutes she began to flail her arms and body, sending fear into some of the people. The people on both sides of her responded immediately and tried to comfort her, but it was obvious to me that something associated with the dark side of life was beginning to express itself.
I simply made a note to myself and watched her from that moment on. It was clear to me then that this could be a disruptive influence on our work together, but I didn't understand then what this meant or where it was coming from.
The last temple of the day was Kaba. Kaba used to have another name long ago, and this temple is extremely interesting to me since the Maya came from Atlantis where the Jews first entered into human consciousness. (See The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life: Volume I.) The original name of Kaba was Kabala, a name that every Jew would recognize as a sacred book of Judaism. It only makes sense when you know the history of the Maya.
After what happened at Labna, we let the group just explore Kaba, with no ceremony this time. The energy had to crystallize for us to understand what was coming our way. We headed home to Merida, waiting to see what would come next as the Maya gently unfolded their needs to our outer consciousness.
We all went to bed early that night, because we had to arise at 4 a.m. This was in order to be present by sunrise at the ancient site of Dzibilchaltun, where the equinoctial sun rises each year in the keyhole of a temple of a civilization that dates back to 500 B.C.—a place perhaps older than anywhere else we were to visit in the Yucatan.
After that, we would return to our hotel at Merida, pack, visit the extraordinary Caves of Balancanche, and then make our way to Chichen Itza for the equinox ceremony the following day.
Before I tell you about Dzibilchaltun, where we went to participate in the ancient rite of the spring equinox, I need to relate a conversation I'd had with Hunbatz Men at breakfast the day before.
As Hunbatz drank his coffee and I sipped my tea, we went over our schedules in order to synchronize our movements for the coming events. Since we were going to perform ceremony together at Chichen Itza—the Heart Center—we needed to determine exactly how we would place our energies relative to the Incan, Mayan, and hundreds of indigenous elders who were coming from all over the Americas to participate. In other words, Hunbatz wanted to know precisely where we would be and how we were going to interact with this group. Also, Carolina Hehenkamp's group would be going with Hunbatz when we parted at Chichen Itza, and we wanted to know where each other would be during the coming days of these numerous ceremonies.
After that conversation, Hunbatz changed the subject. He wanted to tell me about the future and especially about the importance of the crystal skulls to future ceremonies. He talked about how these skulls were alive and how they would soon all come together in our ceremonies as we approached the End of Time.
Interestingly, the Native American Council in the United States had sent a crystal skull to my home in Arizona before I left. I was to keep it for an undetermined period of time. But the crystal skulls had not been part of my understanding of what this Yucatan journey was about. So, while I listened to Hunbatz, I considered that the information about the skulls was really meant for another time.
Little did I know. As usual, I'm the last one to understand.
I had seen this equinox ceremony in 1995 with Hunbatz, and I was feeling excited to be with this wonderful group to experience it again.
We arrived at the site, which has been a major initiation center for the mystery schools of the world, about twenty minutes before sunrise. Many others, most of them Mayans, also had come to celebrate the equinox in this way.
The sunrise temple is a stone edifice with an opening where the equinoctial sun, the first light of the spring equinox, appears each year. The land that leads to the temple is a long, rocky corridor, almost like a landing strip, with low brush on either side. The temple sits way at the end of this corridor.
Lionfire had also been there before, and he helped our group to align themselves at a distance from the temple so that they would be able to see the sun appear in its opening.
About two minutes before the sun was to rise, something happened that I will never forget.
An elderly Mexican couple, people that I had met before, came near to me and said, “Drunvalo, is that you?” I turned to talk to them, knowing that I had only a few seconds before the sun would rise.
The lady, Maria, was carrying a piece of white cloth wrapped around some fairly large object. She opened the cloth to show me what was inside. There, nestled between her hands, was a fantastically beautiful, lucent white, ancient Mayan crystal skull. She looked at me and said, “Please, hold this to your heart.”
I placed the crystal skull over my heart, turned to face Dzibilchaltun, just as the first sliver of sunlight began to emerge into the opening of the temple. In seconds the sun entered fully into the opening of Dzibilchaltun, and the first rays of light began to explode from within me.
Mayan crystal Skull
I had a vision. I saw two human Mayan spirits within this crystal skull I was holding to my heart. They were male and female, they were very much alive, and they were together in sexual union, facing each other in eternal love for one another.
At that moment, in a flash of understanding, I knew for certain what the Maya were doing with these crystal skulls.
Certain Maya were chosen, usually at birth, to be part of the crystal skull ceremony. Each chosen to capture the essence of Mayan culture in its entirety at one of thirteen different periods of time, from the very beginning to the very end of their culture, these people received lifelong training for this purpose. At the right moment in their lives, in solemn ceremony, they would ingest a specific natural psychedelic and, drawing on their training, would consciously die, remaining aware while they were leaving their body and forcing their spirit to enter into the crystal skull. The skull would then become their home, their body for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Dzibilchaltun
They would live within the crystal skull, holding and preserving the knowledge, memories, and wisdom of the ancient Mayan people, so that in this time—in the End of Time—it would be remembered. Their purpose was being fulfilled now, at this moment. The skulls were all slowly coming together all over Mayaland because that was their purpose from the beginning. There are thirteen skulls in all, and in the near future the Ceremony of the Thirteen Mayan Skulls will become reality and the Mayan prophecy will be complete, meaning the ancient transmission will have entered into the modern Mayan spirit.
As this realization flooded into me, I saw an old grandmother sitting quietly in the background inside the crystal skull. I knew that she was the one who had arranged this eternal marriage with the two lovers. I knew that she had planned everything that this crystal skull was to do for her people, that it was the ancient grandmothers who had devised this method of transmitting information across the millennia, and that they were still guarding the skulls.
The knowledge, memories, and wisdom that the Mayan lovers held was from the period of time when the Mayan culture was first blossoming. It was from the time when love and compassion were the rulers of all that was Mayan. And it was this extraordinary love, compassion, and knowledge that was to be reignited in the modern-day Mayan heart.
The experience of the sun rising through the temple and the crystal skull and its spiritual lovers opened my heart in a way I would never have believed if it had not happened. Dramatically, the ancient Mayans were beginning to speak to me about what was important to them.
I listened, and I prayed. I knew then that this was going to be another journey of the heart that would even more deeply change life on Earth and heal the relationships between people. I believed that it could even heal the suffocating clouds of carbon dioxide that are choking our planet. It brought such hope to my being.
But I had no idea that another experience of equal intensity lay but a few hours in our future. We were to enter a place so powerful, so deeply heart centered, that after simply being there, no one in our group would ever be the same. We were about to speak with the Ancient Ones directly.
The cenotes are sacred pools—sometimes even good-sized lakes—fed by underground springs. Remember I saw one at Chichen Itza in 1985 when I was there with Ken. For the Mayans, all sacred sites must be near a cenote, for these springs are seen as doorways to the Inner Worlds. The waters of the cenotes are thought to have profound healing properties, and the cenote at Dzibilchaltun is among the most notable in Mayan understanding.
So after we watched the sun of the spring equinox rising through the stone temple at Dzibilchaltun, we went to its cenote, a beautiful pond at the jungle's edge. We gathered among the stone ruins beside it and held an impromptu service, meditating in behalf of the Mayans, our journey, and healing for the war in Iraq, which had begun on exactly the eve of our quest. It was interesting that the Maya had set this date for this Ceremony of World Peace two and a half years in advance.
Following the ceremony, the keepers of the ancient crystal skull that I had held to my heart placed this sacred object upon a cloth draped on a rock ledge and allowed each of us to touch it and feel its power.
Suddenly, a strong and horrific manifestation of dark energy tried to enter our circle by taking control of the body of one of the women in the group. It was the same woman that it had manifested through at Labna. This lady the entity had entered raised the crystal skull above her head and, with everything she had, tried to smash it on the enormous rock ledge where it had been resting. Three men, led by Lionfire, tackled her and tried to grab the skull out of her hands. Their struggle lasted several minutes, but in the end, the skull survived. The woman foamed with fury as the entity moved within her.
We had been keeping careful watch to protect our group from this entity. We knew we were in its home. This was the entity that entered the Maya consciousness at the height of their culture and turned it from love and beauty to human sacrifice and fear. Knowing this, Lionfire had been closely guarding the skull. Nevertheless, it took all of his strength and that of the two other men to save this priceless sacred object from harm.
We now knew just how strong and determined this energy was. Without question, it would have to be cleared from this woman's body before we could participate in the next day's ceremony at Chichen Itza.
It was generally understood, as many of our group commented, that this dark-side energy was among us for a reason. It was very much a part of the problem we sought to help heal in the world, and we knew that we had to deal with it in a good way—with love, compassion, and even gratitude, especially toward that member of our group who had agreed, at some higher level of her being, to play such a difficult role. We had to plan.
Exhilarated, awed, yet chastened, we returned to Los Aluxes for breakfast, then set out for the next adventure of our journey at the incomparable Caves of Balancanche. (I say “caves” because this one cave has many arms that branch out in different directions.)
I would like to say a few words about Humberto Gomez, our Merlin guide through Mayaland.
Humberto is a man in his early seventies who looks to be about sixty. He is a short, very slight man with an aristocratic mien and bearing, like the Spanish hidalgos of his heritage.
For the first two days of our trip, he was quiet—polite, charming, extremely helpful but low key and unassuming.
On the way to Balancanche, however, Humberto could not maintain his silence. I knew that he had a degree in archeology. Now, however, I learned not only that he was an extremely erudite man with a vast knowledge of the archeology of his homeland, but also that it had been he, Humberto Gomez, who as a young man had actually discovered the Caves of Balancanche! As we drove into the parking lot at Balancanche, I realized that Humberto knew more about this site than any other person alive.
Although we'd been up for hours that day, it was still early when we arrived at the Balancanche museum. The caves were not yet open. So while we were waiting, I invited Humberto to tell us all about his discovery.
We gathered around, excited to hear what he had to say. And at first apologetically, but soon with great verve and color, Humberto made his incredible long-ago experience come alive for us. It was to be the first of many stories with which Humberto would regale us on our spiral trip through the Yucatan. What an incredible storyteller he was!
Humberto was a student of archeology in his early twenties when he happened one day upon a small, dirt-walled cave near his home. Telling no one about it, he made the cave his very own hideout. He used to go there to meditate or just to be by himself.
The cave was a magical place for Humberto, but there was really nothing special about it, he told us—certainly nothing that suggested it might have ancient Mayan roots. It was just a cave. But it was his cave, and he continued to visit it for many years.
Then one day, in 1959, Humberto had the urge to begin tapping upon a specific portion of the cave's side. This tapping produced a kind of hollow sound.
The wall was glazed over by the same natural chemicals that had been oozing out of the earth there for millions of years. It looked like any other part of the cave. But as Humberto dug through the earthen cave side, he found, hidden behind it, the familiar brick-and-mortar remains of an ancient Mayan wall! Imagine his excitement as he carefully removed a few stones from that wall, enough to climb through into the vast, hitherto-unknown underground cavern that was concealed on the other side.
All alone, Humberto made his way through seemingly endless corridors and pathways in the rock. There he found something unheard of and unduplicated anywhere in Mayaland. Scattered throughout the caves were altars made of natural stalagmite and stalactite columns. And around these altars were offerings that had been made perhaps a thousand years before, untouched in all that time. Each of the hundreds of clay pots, implements, images, and querns that had been offered up to the rain god, Chac, rested just where it had been placed by ancient Mayan hands in some long-ago ceremony. Nothing within had ever been seen or touched in all the years since the cave was sealed from human view.
Humberto immediately sought out government officials to tell them of this archeological discovery, in order to ensure that all it contained would be protected from disruption or vandalism.
Normally, when a site is found in Mexico, the government takes everything it can find and removes it to a museum. But in this most unusual instance, the scientists and officials who first entered the cave realized the importance of preserving what Humberto had found. They immediately shut up the entrance and set a guard to protect it.
And so it remains, untouched to this day. Nothing has been moved except to make a small path through the complex so that visitors can experience the cave as it was first discovered.
After the government came, however, word got around, and the next day, a group of Mayan elders and shamans appeared and announced that they were going inside to perform a ceremony. Humberto told us this with an amused smile. The Mayans did not, he emphasized, ask whether or not it would be all right for them to enter the cave and conduct this ceremony. They said, “We are going to do this.” The government said, “But you can't!”
The argument and debate went on for a while, until the government finally said the Mayans could do their ceremony—but only if officials were allowed to attend and take photographs!
More argument and debate. Finally, the Mayans gave in, on two conditions: Everyone who went into the cave must be sworn to secrecy. And no one could leave until it was over, which meant twenty-four hours without food or water. If anyone left before it was over, the Mayans warned, they could not take responsibility for the awful consequences that would ensue.
And so it was agreed. The Mayans and the Mexicans went down into the darkness of the earth to perform the ceremony—and emerged, twenty-four hours later, into a torrential rainstorm. This was the sign that the Mayans were looking for. They knew then that Chac, the rain god, had accepted their prayers.
Humberto was one of the participants in that ceremony to Chac and has never forgotten its power.
After Balancanche, Humberto turned out to be an entertaining treasure chest of beautiful stories and information about the sites we visited and the history of the Yucatan. I asked him once if he would tell me about that Mayan ceremony at Balancanche, but he said no. He had promised. It was the only time he ever refused to answer a question.
I had never been inside the Caves of Balancanche; they were unknown for me. So neither I nor anyone else in our group could have expected or imagined the experience we were about to have.
To begin with, we were expecting that we would have to remain at Balancanche most of the day. This is because, to protect the cave, the guards would allow only ten people to go through at one time. Only in these numbers was it possible for the guards to watch closely enough to make sure that nothing was taken or even touched.
But Humberto had participated in our first ceremonies and could see the reverence we had for the sites and the Mayan people. He knew that we had permission from the Ancient Ones to be there. And since he had discovered this site, he used his power to make an exception. We would be allowed to go in, we were informed, in groups of twenty.
This was a great honor and trust. But as we started to divide into three groups, Humberto convinced the guards to grant us a further concession. We would be allowed, he said, to go in two groups of thirty!
I was the last person in the first group. With great reverence, we wound our way through the jungle pathway to the mouth of the cave, which was a huge hole that spiraled into the Earth. The birds flying out of the cave and the flowers hanging from all of the walls, all seemed to be bowing their heads. The hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up.
Entering that cave felt like entering the womb of the Mother. Immediately, my heart began to open. It was a completely involuntary response to the energies present.
We continued into the depths of the Earth, deeper and deeper into the darkness. I could feel that this was one of the most sacred places I had ever been in. My heart kept opening more and more. I couldn't help it. I could see and feel that the same thing was happening to all of the others in front of me.
I found myself chanting softly.
Then I heard a sound behind me. Turning to see who was there, I saw our second group rapidly approaching. Had they made a mistake? Were they not following instructions?
The first person of this second group approached me, smiling, feeling the sacredness.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Humberto decided to let us all go in as one group,” she said.
“Of course,” I said to myself. It felt right having us all there together. My heart was already bursting with the sacredness and beauty of this place. This unexpected change just about put me over the edge.
And so we went on, a group of sixty people where normally only ten were permitted, united in a feeling of love and spiritual awe unlike anything any of us had ever felt before. And I am not saying these words lightly.
Then we entered the main part of the cave, where an enormous stalagmite had millions of years ago joined as one with an equally enormous stalactite, creating a giant pillar at least twenty meters high. Around the pillar were the offerings that had been left there by the Mayans long ago. Prayer pottery and vessels were arranged on the ground all around this central column, just as they had been for hundreds and thousands of years.
The feeling of holiness was overwhelming. My heart could not hold in the tears. I began to cry. With tears blurring my vision, I looked around and saw that all of the people near me also were in tears.
We had come to Mayaland to experience the Sacred Space of the Heart. And here we were, in an actual physical space that was alive with the heart's living vibration—and all of our beings were in tune with this space, together. My whole being was vibrating!
As we continued to wind through these caverns, there were two more, somewhat smaller, stalagmite-stalactite altars, with their ancient offerings. And the feeling of holiness kept building.
The Sacred Space of the Heart is always associated with water, and I finally came to another chamber in that cave where a pool of water pulled me toward it. The water in that pool was so clear, I could barely see it as it emerged out of an adjacent cave. This water was alive. Really alive.
When I looked into this cenote, it was as though I was seeing into another world.
Three people from our group stood there staring into the pool crying, and as I approached, we fell into each other's arms.
At that moment, I knew that I was with my tribe. And with our tears and our open hearts, we were praying for ourselves, the Mayan people, and Mother Earth.
I knew this place. I had felt it before, within my own heart. Can you imagine what it was like to be in this space physically, with other physical beings, all experiencing the same thing? It was like nothing that had ever happened to me before.
The cave guards, who had remained invisible, signaled to us with their lights. Our time there was over.
As I turned to leave, I couldn't speak. I barely remember walking out of the cave. It seemed like a dream.
The next thing I knew, I was out of the cave, approaching the museum. I sat down by myself and closed my eyes. I was still vibrating in my heart. It took a good half hour before the experience of what just happened was grounded enough so that I could stand and begin walking back to the bus.
I will never forget this experience, or the Mayans whose prayers still resonate in this sacred space, or the beautiful people who entered into the Mother with me.
Sitting under a tree waiting for the rest of the group to come, I remembered the prayer of my most intimate teacher, Cradle Flower, of the Taos Pueblo:
Beauty before me
Beauty behind me
Beauty on my left
Beauty on my right
Beauty above me
Beauty below me
Beauty is love
Love is God.
