Wed 25 May - Meeting another Mark...

Wanted to leave Oyllantaytambo today, but didn't get up until after 12pm. By the time it was 2pm, it all felt a bit forced, and I decided to go with the flow, and stay in Oyllantaytambo for another day.

Ended up buying a bag to carry my mesa in, as well as the long overcoat that I've bought with me from England... Saw a foreigner walk out of a side street, and stand there looking around, as if he'd just woken up. Something about him, just made me want to 'connect' with him... but at the time I didn't say anything to him.... A short while later, I decided to go wondering down the street that this man had appeared from, and just started walking.. without a real reason as to why... Eventually, I came across a 'hotel/restaurant', and I decided I'll go in here for a juice, or a drink.

As I go, in looking, for someone to order from, I happen to see a couple of foreigners eating lunch, watching tv, and one of them looks like the guy I saw on the street. A lady comes rushing out, and taking my order, I discover that this place has a roof top terrace.. so I head for it... I end up having a wonderful afternoon, sitting on the roof, looking out over the town, at the sacred site, the mountains, and the sun... It seems there isn't any other rooftop terrace, and so I guess I picked a lucky spot...

Spending time up top, eventually, this foreigner makes his way up to the terrace, to smoke a cigarette, and we start chatting... turns out he's also a Mark, only this time from Seattle, in the US. He has a ticket in three weeks, but wants to stay for longer, and so that evening, he was going to Cusco, with his friends ex-girlfriend, who happened to own the hotel, and was hopefully going to sort him out with some work, so that he could stay in Latin America for longer...

Exchanging emails, I stayed up on the roof top to admire the view of the stars, as they came out at night... but the moon seemed to stay hidden from view...

Satisfied that my afternoon had worked out perfectly, I made my way back to the main square, and having finally worked out that local menus were significantly cheaper than eating tourist menus, I found myself in a local restaurant, had the 'menu' for dinner, and went to bed, intent on getting up early enough tomorrow to leave for Cuzco...

Tues 24 May - Travelling to Oyllantaytambo

Got buses from Pisaq via Urubamba to Oyllantaytambo. A most beautiful sacred site. Checked into Hostel La Nusta (the name of the female Mountain spirits in Quechua). Had lunch in the market place and started buying bits and pieces for a mesa(the sacred bundle also known as a medicine bundle).
Upon being in the right place I found 3 stones to work with. I also washed them, prayed my thanks, and wrapped up my bundle with hand woven rainbow coloured ribbon.
Slept on the stones in pisaq and as I was resting there, I started to see green around the edges of the mountains.
Saw four locals go past me, and disappear somewhere. Went straight to sleep that evening.

Mon 23 May - Meeting Don Americo

Met Don Americo, and his family - Gayle and Arilu, in Jacks Cafe.

Initially Americo thought I was only in Peru for 10 days. That morning he was heading off with a group to the mountains, and then to the jungle. Since it was my first time, Americo suggested going with him to the mountains, and staying there, whilst he went on to the jungle with the group. Since they'd been there before two times. However, once Americo learnt that I was in Peru for 4 months, everything changed... All of a sudden, there wasn't such a big rush, and he didn't want me to take on the unnecessary expense of paying for the petrol for another car... He said that he could see that I was working with 'Intent' as opposed to intention, and that he'd be happy to spend time with me, without charging me for anything more than the cost of the petrol. I'd already explained that I didn't know what I was doing there, or that I didn't have much money, and it seems that over the four months, when Americo had openings in his calendar, we'd co-ordinate so that I could spend time with him... Mentioning that I also knew a 'Puma', it seems that everyone knew him, and that they were all friends.

Content that the people I knew, knew each other, I figured things would unfold in their own time... For now, I had been given by Americo a list of sites in the Sacred Valley that might be worth visiting, as well as instructions on how to use the local transport system to travel from site to site without having to spend too much money!

So, with maps of the routes sketched out in my notebook, I checked out of my hotel, and went to get a Paradero(the equivalent of the local regional bus, also known as a collectivo) to Pisaq. After checking into a hospedaje. I find a local restaurant to have lunch in.

After lunch, I buy some bread, and some fruit before getting a taxi upto the top of the sacred site. I want to stay up here till nightfall - so that I can look up at the stars from atop this mountain, and arrange with the taxi driver to come and collect me at 8pm, at night... Declining all the offers of 'guides' round the site, as well as all the offers of trinkets, gifts, and souvenirs, I eventually manage to start exploring a little the site. Donning my poncho, and hat, I start very purposefully making myself towards somewhere, though I don't know where. A few minutes later, I find myself a nice quiet spot on a terrace facing inwards, to the opposing mountain, and settle myself down. Not quite knowing what I'm doing there, I find myself singing with the wind, in words of a language unknown to me, to the Apu, the mountain spirit in front of me..

After performing some ceremonies, and making offerings of bread, to the mountain, as well as to Pachamama, the spirit of the earth, I eventually find myself ready to leave.

Carefully making my way back to the top of the ridges, I decide to try to find the path that leads down to the car park, where the taxi will meet me, before settling into a meditation, or doing anything else. I figure, at the very least, once I'm at the carpark, I'll know how to make my way back, at night, in the dark...

So I slowly start to walk around the terraces, of Pisaq, since I've been told that there's a path on the other side that leads straight down to the car park. As I find the path, and start to walk down it, it starts to get more like a slope, and less and less like steps. Eventually, seeing gentler slopes in the middle of the terraces, I decide it would probably be easier to walk down the terraces themselves... Boy was I wrong!! Once I get to the other side of the terrace, where I saw the steps, I start walking down, until the steps seem to become slopes even here... scared of going down the slopes, I decide to try the middle of the terrace... the path seems a little rougher, but it seems like less of a risk. Cutting a long story short, I see the taxi waiting in the car park, and afraid that he might leave without me, even though it's still light, I decide to just slide down the slopes, and though I make it down, I do catch my fair share of the slope with me... especially the prickly plants that decided to grow right where I ended up sitting!

Making it into the car park, I ask the taxi driver, if he wouldn't mind waiting for the night to come, so that I can at least get to take a look at the stars at night... He's ok with it, and so I wait...

As it gets dark, and the starts start to come out, I start connecting myself, with filaments of light, to the stars, feeling their energies, and sending them mine...
watching in amazement at their beauty, and at just how many of them are out tonight... Slowly, words start to come to me, and I start to sing to the sky, again in a language foreign to my own...

And then, I notice a light shining out over the edge of some mountains facing Pisaq. Putting my attention there, I realise that the Moon will be rising over the shoulder of the mountain... praying in that direction, welcoming the moon into the night, and making an offering to it, I stand there, connected with the sky, as the moon begins to rise... the most magical scene I had ever scene... the moon rising, as if it were the sun... over the shoulders of the mountain... I can only acknowledge the beauty of the moon rising in the black night sky to be as amazing as the beauty of the sun rising in the blue morning. As it happens, it was also a full moon - so you can just begin to imagine how amplified and intense the energy was. Especially with chants filling my lungs, and being blown into the night.

That night I wove the most enchanted blessing with the moon as it rose from amongst the mountains, thanking the stars. It was the most amazing moon rise I've ever participated in.

On the way back into town, I could tell that the taxi driver had suddenly developed a different respect for me from before, asking me if I was a shaman, and respecting the silence following the magic that had just happened.

That night, I got out of the taxi, and made my way straight to bed, not wanting to spoil a perfect evening. The only thing that had dawned on me sometime on the taxi ride down was how the 8pm, that I had said to the taxi driver had probably been understood as 18pm, meaning 6pm - which was why he had turned up when it was still light... but I guess that little misunderstanding meant that he got to be a part of the magic that night with the moon, and I went to sleep content...

Sun 22 May - Waking up in Peru

After a good nights sleep I feel ready to take a look around Cuzco. Look for breakfast - everything's closed!! After walking around the streets a little, I find a 'kooky' little cafe, where I get a sandwich, and some juice. Thought it would be a nice little spot to sit in, and learn some spanish, but it just doesn't feel like the kind of think I'd like to do...

Instead, I take my iPod with my audio course in learning spanish with Michel Thomas (http://www.michelthomas.com/), and go find a place a little more comfortable for me to sit in, and learn some of the local lingo. I eventually find a nice little spot, overlooking what looks like a park. And after about an hour, of sitting there, learning spanish, and looking at the greenery, I decide it would be nicer sitting on the grass instead of watching it... Unfortunately, as I make my way to the open front I find that there's a sign prohibiting entry, saying that it's reserved for 'tourists on a tour'... I figure.. who's gonna stop me? It seems a nice enough place, and even though all the locals are only sitting on the side, I'm sure I can make my way to a nice quiet secluded spot where no-one would see me... No sooner than I started walking onto the green do I start to hear someone blowing a whistle, and looking around, I see an old man, pointing at me, and walking towards me... Afraid to take on a local, I decide it wiser to accept my lot in life, and walk back upto the bench overlooking the park... wondering at the same time where do the locals go if they want to visit a park?? What would people in the UK do, if a park was made for only the visitors?? Strange isn't it??

Well eventually, after completing a whole CD, I decide to take a break from the intensive concentration learning Spanish takes, and take a bit of a walk... wondering along, I eventually find myself in the main square, with two big cathedrals... Or is a cathedral and a church? I don't really know the difference... Well there seem to be lots of people sitting in the main square, just chilling, not necessarily doing anything, and eventually, I decide I might as well try just sitting in the main square...

It's amazing how people are all just sitting there.. some with other people, talking. Others, just sitting there, alone, watching.... I don't know why, but for some reason I chose a bench with a 'foreign' looking guy sitting on it... Eventually, I ended up chatting with this fella.. who also turned out to be from England. His name was Mark, and he was from Cardiff - though his accent wasn't!

He was in Cusco with a group of gap year students from England, taking them around South America... and in a few days, his responsibility for them, as a group leader would be over, and he'd be travelling with a friend around south america. It seems he'd been to Cusco before, and it was real interesting hearing his story. When I told him a bit about my story so far, of being in Peru, and not quite knowing why, he seemed supportive of just letting things unfold, and trusting my instincts... which I guess was nice to hear... especially since I wasn't so sure of myself, having turned up in Cusco, with no plans, and only a few contact numbers of people I barely knew, walking the streets, without any idea of where I was going or quite why... But his support seemed to come at just the right time!! Exchanging emails, I then started to make my way back in the direction I thought was the hostal I was staying at.

On the way, I ended up finding myself buying a Poncho made of natural Llama wool, and with natural colours. I even get a hat to go with the outfit... I always like to blend in with local clothing, but everything looked so typically touristy, I ended up just trusting my instincts, at least for the practical fact of it being cold at night, and me not having a coat!

Ready to find some dinner, I decide to not return to the vegetarian restaurant, and instead start looking for something a little more 'local', or authentic. Wondering up a steep slope, I find myself just wandering, almost a little aimlessly, a little in the spirit of curiosity, and exploration. And I end up standing outside a restaurant, reading the menu, when these two ladies come up and start taking a look, they decide it's too expensive, and would rather go with the cheaper looking restaurant next to it, and before I know it, I tag along, and get invited to join them.

It turns out these girls were visiting from Canada, and had been in Peru for a while... They could speak Spanish, and had just arrived back from Macchu Picchu. It turns out of the two ladies, Christine was studying alternative medicine, and was an energy worker of sorts.. she was planning on studying acupuncture on her return, and when I shared with her and her friend the nature of my travels, they too were really supportive.... if I'd had any doubts before today about what I was doing in Peru, and whether I was really going in the right direction, it seems the universe had stuck a few comforting voices into my path that day... and I felt that much clearer that I was completely supported in this journey, in ways that I wouldn't be able to imagine, but would just have to learn to trust!

Sat 21 May - Arrival in Peru

So touch down at 06:55am on this 'White Crystal Mirror' day - (reference comes from dreamspell calendar).

Typically a mirror day is all about the self reflection in the world.. whilst the Crystal day is about co-operating, and working together... an interesting 'flavour' for the day, as the events will soon spill out...

Upon arriving in Lima, not having any checked in baggage I walk out of the arrivals to see the usual sea of people, and taxi drivers ready to offer rides... Not wanting to take a cab straight away, I decided I would walk right past everyone, and then found a way back into the terminal from the other side. Once back in the Airport, I looked for a place to take a 'bus' and it seems my western eyes couldn't see the usual signs of public transportation...

My initial plan had been to take a bus all the way from Lima to Cuzco, saving my money, and meaning I could last longer... I also, by this point had the phone number for both Puma and Don Americo Yabar in Cuzco... unfortunately I didn't have any change for the telephone, and the credit card reader didn't seem to be working. After trying to get change, and trying to buy a credit card, with my english, I decided to sit for a moment, and see what felt most appropriate...

Once I started questioning my next step, it became clear to me that I wanted to just get on a plane to Cusco, and not worry too much about saving money everywhere just yet... if I could just get to Cusco, I guess I imagined things would be a whole lot easier... So I start looking to buy a ticket to Cusco.. At first, these people approach me, and ask me if I want a ticket to Cusco, and being wary of getting ripped off, I kindly decline their offer of a ticket for $86.. the price comes down to $82, but I want to check the price with the airline, and they tell me it's $78. Even though a few dollars isn't that much, on principle, I feel like I don't want to get ripped off, so I stand in line for the official sales desk, where the line of only three or four people seems to be taking a painfully long time. Eventually, a man comes to ask me where I'm headed, and seeing that the plane I want to get leaves fairly soon, he leads me out of the line, and we promptly begin to walk briskly to the travel agency upstairs. Once we get there, he starts telling the man to start making out a ticket for me, and as excited as I am to get my ticket, when I hear the price of $86, I suddenly stop the whole process... The man takes a flight coupon from the travel agent, and starts running with me downstairs, keen on helping me get the fair that I think is correct.

Cutting a long story short, I end up finding out that the official fare has changed to $82, and upon paying for that, after running around, I get a ticket, get checked in, and am ready for the flight that leaves in 30 minutes... Unfortunately, with a bit of delay in getting some money changed, and waiting in line to pay the airport tax, I end up getting through security, rushing to the departure gate, to be told that the boarding of the plane has been finished, and that I've missed the plane... Disappointed after all the running around, and with another man that turns up, just moments after me, we start to walk back to security, when a man from the airline catches up with us, and says that we can still make it. Rushing back, we get our boarding cards torn, and we're just waiting for ground staff to get a bus to take us to the plane, when the technical difficulties the plane was having appear to be resolved, and the plane starts to move away... watching helplessly for the second time, the staff are really apologetic, but at the same time, can't do anything else.

I end up leaving the security area, and as the tickets are being sorted out, the man who sold me the initial ticket, Carlos, gets summoned by the airline staff, and he promptly takes me upto the travel agency office, sits me down, and starts telling me he can get me a ticket for the 3pm flight. I've already tried at the airline desk, where they told me that the flight was fully booked, but Carlos assures me, that as long as I pay in cash, a ticket can be arranged for me. Taking my passport and leaving me there, he promptly disappears... Worried after about 10 or 15 minutes, I start asking people questions, and the old lady sitting next to me assures me that here it's normal for them to take your identity documents and disappear for anything from a few minutes, to 5 or 6 hours, whilst they are sorting out a ticket.

As I start listening to this lady, and trying as best I can to converse with what little spanish I have learnt so far, I discover a 'Japanese' connection. It seems this lady had just returned from Japan, and was waiting for a flight to be arranged for her to Buenos Aires, in Argentina, whilst I was waiting for my ticket to Cusco.

Already having spent money on a ticket to Cusco, which I'm told I can change into a ticket from Cusco to Lima, and is valid for a year, but just no longer on the journey Lima-Cusco, I'm beginning to wonder if taking a plane, with limited financial resources at my disposal was such a wise idea after all.... But now I'm kinda gonna have to, so I resign myself to the fact...

After going through security, and paying Airport Tax again, I finally arrive on the other side, with a few hours before my flight...

In the cafe on the other side, I run into a few other people that were also queueing for tickets earlier that morning, and seeing them there I decide to join them... especially after discovering that they're all travelling on the same flight.

It turns out that two of the staff were Air Canada staff, and so being on standby, they had lost their seats on the earlier flights, and so were hoping to make it to Cusco on my 3pm flight.

I finally got some change and decided to phone Americo Yabar, and Puma again. This time, though no Americo, I did get hold of Puma, to learn that he was leaving later that day for a few days, going to the glaciers.. I thought maybe I could tag along, but it was becoming clearer that for now I was on my own.

Eventually, when the time for the flight comes, it seems that there aren't enough seats for my Air Canada friends, and we end up parting company.. (part of me wonders if my ticket purchase wasn't the one that pushed them off the flight.. but then I'll never know...) Taking the details of a few youth hostels in Cusco, from the Lonely Planet guide the Air Canada guys had, I board the flight, and and hour later I'm there!

At the airport, this lady ends up taking me in a taxi to a hotel, where she says I can have a room for 20 Soles (about 6 dollars), with a private bathroom... Not having the strength to struggle anymore, I decide for now, I'll take the room, and when the chance to save money comes, I'll be able to do that... till I make contact with anyone I'd have to make do alone...

Having dinner in a vegetarian restaurant for 10 soles, tired, I end up going to sleep early, eager to meet the new morning, in my new home for the next 4 months...

Fri 20 May - the adventure begins....

Flight left London Heathrow, at 08:20am, so you can imagine it was an early start!!
Fortuantely, everything took off on time, and I found myself in the air.. flying to Toronto...
It seems Air Canada is making cuts, and for them, a 7 hour flight means serving a snack for breakfast, and since we arrive in Toronto just before 12pm, it was ok for a snack instead of 'lunch'. Still, I'd bought some food at the airport, which fortunately was enough to keep me going till my arrival into Toronto.

Left the airport, found the downtown bus, and made sure I got my transfer, so that for like 2 dollars I got from the airport, through the subway to the childrens hospital my niece was in. Upon arriving at the hospital, it took a while to find the information desk, but once I had, I saw a toy store that was selling amongst other things, large stuffed teddy's. So, having agreed with my brother that it would be nice to get a teddy bigger than our niece, I promptly hunted ou the biggest teddy I could afford on our budget.

Going up to the room where my niece was, I found my sister and my Mum, with my niece. It seems the men had gone to buy lunch... which suited me just fine! During the time at the hospital, my niece was fortunate enough to have neighbours from Waterloo, (at least a two hours drive from Toronto) come visit, and also bring her gifts. Then some Muslim brothers also came round, as they were visiting all the muslim kids in the hospital - seeing as it was Friday, the equivalent of the Islamic Sunday. Upon hearing about my journey to Peru (in the briefest of details, might I add!), one of the muslim brothers told me about a beautiful mosque in Santiago, in Chile, in Bolivia, and also in Argentina... so that if I had time during my four months he strongly recommended the mosque in Chile... So I took note.. don't know why, but Bolivia and Chile had already been mentioned to me earlier that day by my brother in law for the muslim connections out there... Perhaps it'll make more sense later on in the journey... for now I just took attention....

Then the funniest of 'manifestations' happened... I had wanted to get some Sushi for the journey to Peru - seeing as the flight left Toronto at 11pm, and I wasn't expecting much in the way of food judging by the last flight.. and as fate would have it, as I was thinking of sushi, I happened to find a sushi bar right there in the hospital... I had been thinking of hunting out the sushi restaurant I had seen right next to the coach station, but it seems I didn't need to... I thought it was a little freaky how I had been craving sushi, and all of a sudden it was available... but I figured it was probably the way the universe was working with me during this journey, so I gave my thanks, bought my sushi, and after being dropped off at the airport by my brother in law, finished off that sushi.

The flight to Peru put me right in the middle of the middle row, but fortunately, the seat to my left was empty, so I slept a little more lying down, than sitting up... The whole journey pretty much just disappeared into my sleep...

Another light reaches out from Peru...

So I´m going along in my little world, not knowing what I´m doing, just following the impulses from moment to moment, that leads me into the direction that I´m headed in.. Being guided... don´t know where to or what will come of it... but as long as I´m true to my heart, I know it will work out...

So I end up being a volunteer at the Be The Change conference...

Enough amazing things happened there as it is... but I won´t go into all of them, otherwise, I´ll never quite get to describing my adventures here in Peru!!

So being as summarary as possible, Don Americo Yabar walks into the entrance, with a whole group of people, and the security guard starts questioning them... I step in, and take them to a place where they can wait till time for the workshop. Chrissy, the woman who seems to be the main spokesperson for this man asks to see the room where the workshop in the evening will happen, and I take her up there... as I do, I start to ask her a bit about this guy... she starts telling me he´s from Cusco, Peru, and suddenly my ears perk up! I dunno what else I learnt about this man, but I just knew that I had to connect with him, and that it was more than just coincidence that he had happened to come along....

So I go along to the workshop, which already a few of my friends who are volunteering have decided they want to attend as well... and we all just ´join in´. The magic that happens that evening, is just incredible.

Through the course of the evening, we manage to move the energy between the individuals, in a group, and then between all the groups that were in that room.

I had already been meeting with my friends in small groups, moving the energy between us, and I had already understood that once we learn to move the energy in small circles we could start to connect with other circles moving energy, and amplify the effect synergistically, the way that two ants carry more weight together than two separate ants... I´d already started to see how as a group, we could engage more completely with a conscious energy current more easily, than if we worked alone, and I was already imaginining that it must be possible with many groups to engage the awareness or state of being even more completely... and here it was, my work being laid out in front of me, complete...

It struck home to me something, that meant I just had to know more.. and so I changed my plans for the weekend, and decided I would somehow go to the Don Americo workshop during the weekend... On my way home, I spoke with my friend about going together, and he´d already checked out train times, and was planning on going there with his partner since it was her birthday. So we planned to travel together, and the magic continued to unfold.

The whole weekend workshop was magical. The culmination of which was for me the endpoint. The whole group that was there participated in a healing that Americo worked, with everyone´s support. As heavy blocked energy was being released from my body, it was being given to the earth to transform, and the earth transformed it. For at the same time, suddenly there started to be thunder in the sky. About 5 or 6 claps of thunder, that Americo told me was the earth taking the heavy energy, and transforming it.. that was what I was releasing. And there was no sign of thunder or rain before or after the healing... It was very powerful for me... in a way that I can´t begin to describe.

After the workshop, I knew that I was going to go to Peru, I figured end of July beginning of August would be a nice 4 weeks to go to Peru, and spend some time there, learn more, connect more with this energy, learning... whatever this path was that was unfolding itself in front of me...

A day of rest, and my plans changed... I don´t know if it was the consequence of dreams that I didn´t remember, but I suddenly wanted to leave for Peru about the same time that Don Americo was leaving for Peru... the dates 22nd of May till 11th September became my travel plans, and I started to look for tickets... and money.. since I couldn´t possibly afford to travel when I knew that´s when I had to go..

So I put the word out to the Cosmos.. you want me to travel, you get me the dough... and as it happens, the universe didn´t take long to respond... before I knew it I had enough money to pay for a ticket, and a bit of money to spend as I travelled...

Only I hadn´t booked a ticket... I was for some reason putting it off... then a call came from my sister, she was going to be in Toronto, in hospital with my baby niece, and I knew what I´d been waiting for...

So my flight is booked with an 11 hour stopover in Toronto, and I know that I will be able to visit my niece in hospital, seeing, her my sister and my brother-in-law one last time, before heading to Peru...

And so the journey is set... and the adventure begins....

A filament of light stretches out from Peru....

So then I know this wifey of mine to be has started her journey, but not much else...

That´s when I get invited to an evening with Elisabet Sahtouris... a little personal get together at the house of a friends, in central london. Now at the time, I didn´t know much about who was Elisabet, or what her work involved, but I knew my friend was selective on who he had round to his house, so I figured it might be a wonderful evening...

That evening appears to have been very important in setting the ground, and laying the foundations for the journey that was to come...

That evening, Elisabet mentioned a friend of hers in Peru, in Cusco... a young man by the name of Puma. When I heard that name, I just wanted to know more... Unfortunately that evening wasn´t the best place for me to start asking the questions I wanted to, and so I offered to drive Elisabet to the airport in the morning, (mainly cos I wanted to talk with her more, and get to know more about this ´Puma´).

Another connection that evening was also made, that laid another foundation... that with Ursula who was to be the organiser for the volunteers at the Be The Change conference. I´d already discounted the possibility of attending Be The Change, since it seemed prohibitively expensive for my budget, but it seems the opportunity to volunteer was right there, and I thought it´s worth seeing what might come of it. As it happens, Ursula needed a few more volunteers, and me and a few friends of mine happened to fill the role perfectly.

Going back to the trip to the airport that following morning, I spoke with Elisabet about many things, and when we did reach the subject of Puma, we were close to the airport... Just as we were pulling into the layby, Elisabet mentioned the possibility of me becoming a godfather to Puma´s son, and something really really strange happened... I had feelings all through my insides that I just had to stop the car, and ´process´... It was the kind of shiver that you get when you know something, or when you feel something that your brain just cannot know, or be able to process... almost like seeing a ghost, or hearing the future... god knows what it was... but it struck a nerve... one that was to become truer than I could imagine!

Knowing that Puma was in Cusco, in Peru, didn´t really register much more with me at the time, other than this is a person that I wanted to meet sometime in the future... So I dropped Elisabet off at the airport, and went on with life, letting it unfold itself naturally...

Connecting telepathically...

Well, knowing that my ´wife´ was growing up and travelling a path similar to my own was comforting... but then it was still a while away before I would get to meet with her, and live my life, with a ´partner´.

In January of 2005, when I was flying back from Toronto, to London, having spent time with my sister, her husband, and my niece, I came to feel a sadness about being alone, a real loneliness sunk in. Feeling an intense pain around my heart, the sadness triggered something... it opened a telepathic connection directly to my wife. It was as if all of a sudden I was able to talk with her, and feel her presence, energetically, right with me.

Since then, other people have shared with me the feeling of her presence around me, at times, and sometimes she just pops right in... at just the right time... Much cheaper than texting, and more instant than email!

Well, at the end of April, I got a message through from her, load and clear.. and that was that she was leaving her home to start her journey towards me... I knew then that soon I would be starting my journey towards her.. I just didn´t know where I would go to or when I would leave... only that I would be starting my journey soon...

The dream....

Before I start sharing more about the adventures that I´ve embarked upon... I feel it fitting to share with everyone some of the history to the ´now´.

It all begins with a dream that I had more than a year ago...

Before this dream, I had just had a knowing about my wife to be... The knowing was that the person that I would marry would have to be a woman who walks a spiritual path similar to my own... a woman who would have the same understanding, awareness and perception as me. I knew that it wouldn´t be easy to find such a woman.. but I knew also that you don´t ´find´ people like that... when the time is right, you meet them.. in the right place at the right time...

Well, patiently waiting for this woman, I knew that as we both reached similar places in our physical, mental, and emotional states, we would come closer and closer together, until we would be ready to meet each other.. when we were at the same place. Then our spiritual and physical journey´s would come together, and we would walk both paths together.. in partnership...

More than a year ago, a dream I had made this all the more real. In the dream I saw a little girl of 13 years old, in the jungle, in a community that was living isolated from the rest of the world. Her father stood there, and pointing to me he said to me that she has known about you since the age of 13. Since that dream, I knew with certainty that the woman that I was going to marry was born in the jungle, living in a community seperate from the rest of the world, and since then I knew about her...

Farhan in Peru

Hi there...

This blog is gonna be a space where I keep a track of my travels through Peru...

Keep visiting every week, to see the latest of my adventures, as and when I get a chance to write up some of the magic that´s really happening...

love to everyone that visits, and may the blogging begin...

(my next entry is probably going to be after Wednesday, since I get to spend two whole days with Don Americo Yabar, and then when I´m back in town, I´ll get a chance to come online, and share with everyone the amazing adventures that I´ve been having... till then... sorry guys, but you´re gonna have to wait a few days longer...)