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I would like to tell you a funny and true story, a story that at the time
I didn’t 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 morning’s 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, let’s 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?
Couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 you’ll 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 Masters’ messages, and if you
are real lucky you get chance to go inside the city’s 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, let’s hear it!" He said, "Now don’t
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 Howard’s 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 don’t 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.
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