That one time in the Sacred Valley of Peru when we guided a group of women to hike deep into the crevices of the Earth to ancient stone temples where Incan Princesses were taught divine wisdom passed down by their lineages, for a plant ceremony. I chose to fast for the experience; yet carry an apple with me to charge along my journey and devour at the divine time. Full and fueled by my souls content connection to the land and allowance of the double dose of mushrooms I took to really hit.
The trek was long and once we reached the sacred temples, we asked permission from the land before entering. An immediate resonance and welcoming washed over me and I knew I was meant to be there. After prayer, I instantly took off my shirt. One by one the other women did the same until we were all topless, praying, dancing and singing our own songs— together. I was on my moon and bleeding so I excused myself to sit with the land for a moment. I ended up feeling called to climb to the top of the mountain which overlooked the stone temples. There was a river below it, where women had ventured off and begun cleansing and baptizing themselves, giving offerings of healing tears.
I remained at the top of the hill and felt resonant with the space I found to give my blood back to earth. I was singing light language to some flowers when strong winds picked up and a hum came through the clouds. Light so bright I could barely see pierced through a portal in the trees, and ascended master Yeshua appeared before me. I felt an immediate presence of harmony as if it extended into all parts of the world— past, present, and future somehow all aligning divinely.
We conversed telepathically and the messages and questions only God could answer, came through. Reasons as to why I have incarnated exactly this way in this life (especially as a female with the divine feminine rising) my purpose, and the purpose of this life for us all. Conversations that would read into novels if written.
At the closing of the transmission, Yeshua asked me to look down at my hands and what I was holding. In my left hand, the receiving hand— the apple I had carried and charged with energy all day. Nutrients gifted and created by earth to nourish my fasted body. Wisdom, empowerment, knowledge, the truth. The apple signifying the “awakening” of humanity, it was always meant for us to consume, create, awaken and fuel with.
In my right hand, the giving hand— my own sacred blood. That which my own universe and body of land creates life with. Humans to walk and bless this earth. True nectar, as I give it back to the earth. The life force of the land that now returns to create and nourish even more life.
These things; the apple and our blood— always sacred. They have never been dirty, yet have been deemed unholy due to the fear of our true power and strength, when harnessed.
I was told to continue paving the path, and to never follow. I promised to do so, and a light shot through me as the clouds cleared and the portal closed, “I am a part of you, and you are a part of me.”
You know.. just that one time in Perú.
